Note: When I read fiction, I enjoy stories where the author allows the reader to figure out what’s going on. This story is like that: It will take you a while to understand that Reeve isn’t the only freak. He’s got plenty of company! There is transformation here, one that is very humiliating and another that is more of a process of understanding. Most of us don’t know what turns us on until we’ve lived life and had some sexual experiences that broaden our minds and open us up to new worlds. This is just such a story. It has plenty of my old standbys–butt growth, humiliation, penis reduction, gender-bending, etc.–as well as a new one that I haven’t explored before. I hope you find it as much fun to read as it has been to write!

Main themes: Cock growth, hyper cock, butt growth, humiliation, transformation, curse, cock shrinking, pussification, hairless, hairy, implants, silicone, penis reduction, man cunt, pussy boy, top-to-bottom, straight-to-gay

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Quick Links:

• – Chapter 1
• – Chapter 2
• – Chapter 3
• – Chapter 4
• – Chapter 5
• – Chapter 6

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Preface

Reeve nearly fell over in shock when he succeeded in summoning the demon. The black mist billowed out of the pentagram symbol he’d drawn with poured salt on his bedroom floor. As it gradually dissipated, he was left gaping up at the biggest, ugliest demon imaginable. The creature was more goatlike than human and sported an enormous pair of leathery wings and cloven hooves. The wings were clamped tightly around its muscular body, concealing it from view. Its red, slitted eyes gazed down at him balefully from its lofty height. Its face twisted into a leer, exposing numerous, pointy, red teeth. It’s skin was pitch black, blacker than midnight, blacker than the depths of hell.

“Yes?” the creature hissed. “What do you want?”

Reeve’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he struggled to find words. His heart was pounding as terror and amazement vied for dominance in his mind. “Uh, what do I want?”

The demon rolled its cat-like eyes. “You summoned me and I came. Now, tell me what you want so I can be gone.” Its voice sounded like gravel rubbing against steel; it made Reeve’s hackles stand on end.

As Reeve struggled to find words, the demon relaxed his wings. They fanned out around him, revealing him in his full, perverted glory. Reeve staggered back, aghast and enraptured by what he saw. The creature was ridiculously muscular and its massive legs were covered in black fur. Its shoulders were broad and its perfect chest tapered down to a lean, sinewy waist.

One thing in particular, however, captivated Reeve’s attention: The gigantic male appendage dangling like a limp elephant trunk from its furry pubes. The pair of melon-sized testicles beneath it were just as impressive and swung heavily back and forth in their smooth, black scrotal pouch. Reeve’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

Seeing that ridiculously huge organ triggered an unwelcome memory in Reeve’s mind: Luke Coelho. Luke Coelho was the catcher on Reeve’s college baseball team and inferior to Reeve in every way save one: His cock. Luke possessed the biggest cock that Reeve had ever seen and he hated him for it. Reeve was superior to every other man on the team in every way…except for Luke.

“I want Luke Coelho’s cock,” he stated, looking up hopefully at the demon. “No, scratch that. I want his cock but even bigger. I want the biggest cock on campus!”

The demon’s ugly mouth quirked. “Really? But I can see you’re already quite impressively endowed…for a human. Are you sure?” 

As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Reeve’s crotch and Reeve looked down with chagrin to discover his erection poking through the fly of his boxers. The demon wasn’t wrong; his penis was already above average in size. Erect, he was over eight inches long. And his balls weren’t anything to be ashamed of, either. Still, when presented with the masterpiece between the demon’s thighs, he couldn’t help but want one of his own, one even bigger than Luke’s. What would it be like to strut through the hallways with a massive schlong packed inside his jeans? He’d have girls begging him to pound their pussies. And the other guys would stare at him with envy.

Yeah, he wanted a huge cock. Wanted it badly.

“Yes,” he said, nodding enthusiastically. “Please?”

The demon sighed. “Very well. Do you agree to pay the price?”

Reeve didn’t think; he didn’t need to. He would do anything! Anything to have an enormous cock!

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he gasped. “Oh, please, just make me huge!”

“Alright,” the creature hissed, still smirking. “But don’t expect it to happen overnight. These things take time. You’ll have to be patient.”

Reeve nodded. “Ok, yeah! That’s fine! Just as long as I’m the biggest ever!”

“Oh, you will be,” the demon murmured, already preparing to depart. “You’ll get everything you could ever want and more.” The black mist started swirling around his cloven hooves, climbing ever higher until it enveloped the creature completely. There was a flash of black lightning and then it was gone. 

The bedroom was quiet and Reeve was alone with the smell of brimstone, his pounding heart, labored breathing and throbbing erection. He reached down and jacked himself, exploding in a vociferous climax in just moments as he imagined his cock growing bigger and bigger and bigger over the coming days. His jizz splattered all over the floor at his feet, soaking the pentagram and dissolving the salt.

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Chapter 1

Reeve awoke the next morning with an insistent hardon. He stirred languidly, reluctant to wake from the intense dream where he thrust his three-foot-long cock into the sloppy cunt of a shrieking cheerleader. Her body shuddered and her mouth formed an O of surprise as he penetrated her, sliding the entirety of his organ inside. It was satisfying beyond belief. He couldn’t believe how tight and hot she was. Having a baseball bat for a penis felt amazing! 

Only when he reached down and idly jacked his dick did the reality set in: His cock was the same size. Big, sure. Thick, sure. But nothing exceptional. Not pornstar-sized and certainly not the godlike package he’d asked for. And, of course, he was still smaller than Luke. He frowned, squeezing his erection with disappointment. Had he made up the whole thing? Demons weren’t real. Everyone knew that. Maybe he’d just been hallucinating, a fantasy that felt real?

Don’t expect it to happen overnight. These things take time. You’ll have to be patient.

Remembering the demon’s words helped him to relax. Yeah, he just needed to be patient. He could do that. But he couldn’t wait forever! He had to have that huge dick!

Reeve Meyers was a jock. Tall and muscular and beefy, he epitomized the classic physique of a baseball pitcher. His hair was black and thick and his beard was even thicker. He was the envy of the guys on his team and in college. Girls loved him. Guys wanted to be him. With blue eyes and a square jaw, he possessed a cocky swagger of an alpha male. He made sure everyone knew he was the big man on campus.

Given his good fortune in the looks and body department, it was somewhat odd that he would summon a demon in the first place. Why would a jock who had everything–looks, popularity and a hefty package–want even more? 

The answer was simple: He was competitive and had to be the best and biggest.

He’d always wanted more, even from a young age. He’d never been content to be the biggest and tallest and most handsome guy in school. He needed to be superlatively bigger, a towering god. He wanted everyone to notice him. He wanted all eyes on him at all times. He craved the attention, admiration and envy of his peers.

He had to be exceptional.

And he was.

Except for one critical area: His penis.

But that was about to change.

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He showered, dressed and headed to campus. It was spring and he was wearing a tight tank top that showed off his big, hairy chest. He smirked with satisfaction at the covert glances he received. It added spring to his step. At six foot four and two hundred twenty-five pounds, people noticed him.

Halfway through his ten o’clock class, he felt it. It was subtle at first but soon he had to spread his legs out wider on his chair. Fuck, he thought, chest swelling with pride even as his package did the same. It’s happening! He moaned softly and spread his legs a little more to make room for his junk. Christ, it felt amazing! He could fucking feel his package growing bigger! The demon hadn’t been just his imagination. It was real!

He raced down the hallway to the bathroom as soon as class was over. Finding an empty stall, he slammed the door shut behind him and whipped down his jeans. He had to stifle a gasp of surprise when he saw himself.

He’d grown! He’d fucking grown!

Shaking with excitement, he reached down and cupped his balls in his hand. Yeah, definitely bigger. Hefty, even. And his cock…Was it bigger, too? He couldn’t tell. He lifted it off his swollen nuts and examined it. He estimated it was about five inches long. That was probably a half inch or so bigger than before. Or was it? He squinted. Maybe it was just wishful thinking? He closed his fist around it, feeling the girth. It might be a little thicker…or it might not. Truthfully, he couldn’t tell if it really had grown. He fondled himself for a long time before deciding it didn’t matter. If his balls were bigger, then it wouldn’t be long before his cock was bigger, too. He smiled, leaning back against the stall as his dick hardened in his grip.

He jacked himself to a noisy orgasm, not caring if the other guys in the bathroom heard.

***

Two hours later…

“Fuck.”

Reeve stared down at his package in disbelief.

“What the fuck is happening to my dick?”

He glanced to be sure no one was in the bathroom and pulled his cock out of his jeans. Normally, this was an easy task because, even when he was soft, his dick was plenty long enough to extract from his zipper. Now, though, he had to fish around for it. Only with a lot of effort was he able to find it. And once he found it, he was forced to lower his jeans around his ankles before he could pee.

The problem was his balls.

They were HUGE.

No, they were bigger than HUGE.

They were fucking ENORMOUS!

He stared in consternation down at his massively swollen nuts, each one bigger than a navel orange, pulled up tight in his overstretched sac. They were so big and tight that they eclipsed his dick; it was completely covered by them. The only way he could access it was by pulling down on his nuts and that hurt like fuck. He whimpered both in pain and confusion as he stared at himself.

The door to the restroom swung open and he jumped, scrambling to pull up his pants to hide his bare ass and ridiculous balls. He had to really fight to get his jeans zipped up over his giant testicles. They throbbed painfully as he sucked in his gut and zippered his fly. If they kept swelling like this, he’d have to go back to his apartment and change into a pair of sweatpants!

Lurching to the sink, he leaned over, grimacing in agony. His jeans clenched his nuts like a cruel vise! He gasped for air, trying to find the wherewithal to stand up. When he happened to glance at himself in the mirror, he gasped audibly.

What the fuck?!

His beard, normally so thick and full, looked decidedly patchy.

And his face, normally so rugged and handsome, looked decidedly bloated.

WTF? His neck, too?

It wasn’t his imagination: His neck was thicker and fleshier.

And there was a strange roll of skin just above his shoulders. But how?

“Noooooooo!” he gasped, holding his face in his hands. His fingers confirmed everything his eyes had seen: His face was soft and bloated, his neck was wide and there was a distinct collar of flesh around his throat. It was obvious beneath his patchy beard.

As he gaped, his mouth falling open in a ragged hole, tears filled his eyes. He looked horrible! What the fuck was happening to him?!

His nuts throbbed painfully in his jeans, swelling even larger. He whimpered, clasping his hands over them. It was weird, though. He almost couldn’t reach down that far.

But…why?

He looked down at his arms, giving a start when he saw how short and stubby they looked. As a star pitcher, he was graced with extra long, beefy arms. Now, though, they didn’t look either long or beefy.

A wail of despair echoed through the bathroom and it took him a while to realize it was coming from his gaping maw. It didn’t help that, when he looked back at his reflection in the mirror, his eyebrows had fallen out and were lying on the countertop intact; they looked like a pair of fuzzy, black caterpillars.

***

Luke Coelho was warming up with Reeve that afternoon when he noticed something was off. Reeve kept grabbing his crotch and making faces. His posture was wrong, too. He looked almost flimsy standing there on the pitcher’s mound, like he had to really work to stay upright. When he threw a pitch, it invariably went wide. 

Luke sighed. 

He’d been on the same team long enough to read Reeve’s moods pretty well. Not that he cared about Reeve’s wellbeing. No, his concern was purely for the team. If their star pitcher was off, the whole game was in jeopardy. Even though he didn’t care much for Reeve personally, he still made it his duty to keep an eye on the dude and help him out when he could. That’s what it means to be a team player, he reminded himself. This reminder helped when Reeve was being especially pompous.

He waved to Reeve, taking off his glove and putting his hands in a T for a brief timeout. It was a hot day and he took off his cap to push his black curls off his forehead. He was sweating but didn’t mind too much; thanks to his Brazilian heritage, he thrived in the heat. And his skin loved the sun, too. He smiled as he looked down at his bare arms, the caramel skin already darkening. Yeah, he fuckin’ loved the sun!

As he sidled up to the mound, Reeve’s blue eyes followed him the whole way. They were really wide. Clearly, the pitcher was freaked out by something.

“Dude, what’s wrong?” Luke demanded, removing his mask. “Your pitches are off. If ya throw like that during the game, yer gonna walk every batter. And why’re ya standing there like a wet noodle!” He slapped his glove against Reeve’s stomach, ordering, “Stand up straight, bro!”

Reeve jumped and attempted to regain his customary stance but he staggered a moment later and slouched down again. It looked like he was made out of rubber or something. Reeve’s ears were red and his cheeks were rosy. Luke wrinkled his brow and was about to comment but when noticed something: Reeve looked different. Puffy in the face. His black beard was patchy and he’d plucked out all of his eyebrows. And what was up with that strange waddle of flesh around his neck? Was his brow ridge thicker, too? Yeah, it was. And not only that, the ridge over Reeve’s plucked eyebrows jutted out of his eyes even further than usual and extended behind his ears. Reeve’s ball cap was clamped down tightly over his head and he couldn’t see any strands of his long, black hair. Did he shave his head, too?

“What’s wrong?” he pressed, watching Reeve struggle to reply. Reeve was a big man, a good three inches taller than Luke and beefier, too. Luke had always thought the guy was too much: Too full of himself, too pretty, too preoccupied with his appearance, too arrogant, too competitive, too muscular, too obsessed with dominance. Reeve was not the kind of guy you drank beer with on the weekends; he was someone you tolerated and then promptly forgot about when he wasn’t around. In short, he was a dick. A real dick. Given all of this, it was somewhat satisfying to see the towering jock out of sorts. Nonetheless, Luke couldn’t afford to revel in Reeve’s misfortune for long. They had a game to win!

Reeve reached down and adjusted his package in his jock, wobbling precariously as he did so. Luke watched Reeve’s prominent Adam’s apple bob up and down on his throat while the jock opened and closed his big, gaping mouth and then adjusted himself again. When he glanced back up at Luke, his cheeks were bright red beneath his scraggly beard.

“Did you hurt yer balls er sumthin’?” Luke demanded, searching for any plausible reason for the pitcher’s odd behavior. He looked down as he said this, eyes widening. “Fuck, bro! What the fuck ya got in there? A pair of fuckin’ melons?”

Reeve clapped his hands over his package, letting out a little yelp of pain. His shoulders were shaking and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. A small shudder ran through his big body and he gritted his teeth. Sweat beaded on his brow. He looked down at Luke helplessly, stammering, “I-I-I dunno. I musta hurt myself er sumthin’!”

Luke found it difficult to look away from the giant bulge in Reeve’s pants. It was disgusting and he drew back, wrinkling his lip. “If you’re in pain, ya outta go see the doc–” 

His voice broke off when he noticed something else peculiar: Reeve’s arms were small and stubby. In fact, he could barely reach his nuts. Luke’s gaze traveled the length of the pitcher’s body, his eyebrows drawing together when he realized the dude’s legs looked shorter, too. Reeve had cuffed his pants around his thick, stubby ankles but even so they still dragged on the ground. 

Shaking his head, Luke puzzled over the dude’s strangely elongated body. He was unable to believe what he was seeing: Reeve’s torso was so elongated that his midriff was bare! His jersey was too short to cover it. And it wasn’t the kind of midriff that Luke expected to see on the jock, either. Reeve was notoriously vain about his perfectly sculpted body. He’d always possessed a classic V-shaped physique with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Not that Luke noticed other dudes; it was just that Reeve always paraded around in the locker room, posing and preening. Such ostentatious displays made it difficult not to notice his killer bod. Luke hated to admit it but Reeve was a stud.

Not so much now, though.

The pitcher’s body more closely resembled a long, limp tube. His shoulders had narrowed, matching the width of his hips. His exposed belly was still flat but oddly covered with big veins. Reeve’s neck had thickened so much that it was basically as wide as the dude’s melon head and shoulders. The longer Luke examined him, the more ridiculous Reeve became and he had to stifle a chortle. Fuck, Reeve looked like a total fuckin’ freak!

Hiding his grin behind his hand, he patted Reeve on the shoulder or at least tried too–it was hard to find it! The bro didn’t really have shoulders any longer. Instead of feeling bone, all he felt was soft flesh. “Pull yerself together, dude,” he chided. “If ya can’t pitch, Coach’s gonna put Harris up here and send ya to the bench.” Harris Mills was the new second string pitcher; he’d only joined the team today after starting the season late due to a medical issue. The word was the dude was pretty good, too. Maybe even as good Reeve?

Laughing to himself, Luke strode back to the plate and sank down into a crouch, flipping his mask over his face and getting ready for the game to start.

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Chapter 2

They would’ve lost the game if not for Harris. The new pitcher took Reeve’s place after the dude walked the first half dozen batters. The coach was livid and sent Reeve to the locker room, telling him he’d better get his act together or he’d be off the team. Luke watched the usually cocky bastard shuffle off the mound with his bloated head bobbing up and down. His legs seemed to have shrunk even more and now were barely more than a pair of feet with kankles. His massive balls nearly dragged on the ground, thrusting obscenely out of his pants with each shuddering step. 

Reeve’s strangely tubular body wavered with each step. He looked so much like an Oscar Meyer Weiner mascot that Luke chuckled to himself. What a fuckin’ freak! 

He had no idea what the fuck was going on with Reeve but he took delight in seeing the arrogant jock knocked down a few pegs. Even the crowd in the stadium booed and jeered him as he made his ungainly exit. Reeve looked like he would topple over and had to windmill his stubby, T-rex arms to catch his balance. It was a hilarious sight and more than a few fans were laughing at him.

Harris took up position on the mound, standing tall and proud in his spiffy new uniform. Luke sized him up, deciding quickly that Harris was a huge improvement over Reeve. Just by looking at him, you could tell that Harris was no egomaniac. He smiled and waved to the cheering crowd, even blowing a few mock kisses. People laughed. Fuck, even Luke laughed! Harris tipped his cap to Luke before winding up for a screaming pitch that slammed into Luke’s glove right in the strike zone before the batter even had a chance to swing. Luke’s hand stung from the impact! 

How fast was that? he wondered, shaking his mitt appreciatively. Had to be at least ninety miles an hour!

Harris winked at Luke, grinning devilishly and Luke surprised himself by returning the grin. Harris was so different from the cold and aloof Reeve! He was good looking, too. As a straight guy, Luke didn’t check out other dudes but even he had to admit that Harris filled out his uniform nicely. 

Tall and broad-shouldered, the relief pitcher was stockier than Reeve and sported a bit of a paunch. His belly was square and muscular, though, and not too soft. His hips were wide and, when he turned to wind up for the pitch, his ass was even wider, a real pitcher-sized rump. Blue-eyed like Reeve, Harris had shaggy auburn hair and dimples beneath his thick beard. His arms were tattooed with colorful sleeves like Luke’s and his legs were powerful and muscular. Dude has to weigh in at over two hundred fifty pounds, Luke thought, shaking his head. What a bruiser!

The game was like a dream. They trounced the opponents twenty points to five. The crowd was on fire by the end and the team rushed the field, picking up Harris and buoying him on their shoulders. The dude had pitched eight innings without tiring. 

Luke joined them, whooping and hollering his head off. Fuck, he loved baseball! They carried the pitcher triumphantly into the locker room, toasting him with a case of beer and drinking until everyone was soused. The coach normally frowned on such behavior but this was a special occasion; Harris had saved their butts and won the game!

Only after he was getting dressed at his locker did Luke notice that Reeve was nowhere to be seen.

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“Yo, bro.”

Luke looked up to find Harris leaning against the wall as he exited the locker room. “Yeah?” he said. “What up?”

Harris shrugged. “What’re ya up to now?” He looked down at the floor. “Wanna, ya know, hang out? Get a beer er sumthin’?”

Luke smiled. “I already kinda snockered from the after-game celebratin’, dude.” He pretended to stagger drunkenly as he said this. Not realizing he was joking, Harris started to catch him by the elbow before he stopped himself. Embarrassed, he dropped his hand, dusting it off on his jeans. 

Luke noticed that his cheeks were red beneath his beard. He looked so dejected that Luke reached out and pulled down the brim of his cap, laughing. “Ha! Yer so cute like that! I almost wish I didn’t have a gf.” He wondered at himself after he said this, thinking, I musta drunk too much. Ha! I really am a six-beer queer like my brother sez! Luke’s younger brother, Sam, was gay and liked to tease Luke about being bisexual. The truth was, though, that Luke had never even thought about being with a guy. Not that he objected to it, just that it wasn’t the way he was wired.

Harris’ cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and he cleared his throat. “We, uh, ya know, don’t gotta get a beer. We could grab coffee or…juss walk around a bit.” He paused, swallowing hard. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’m new to the team and I kinda wanna get to know my teammates. Since yer the catcher an’ all, I juss figured that…”

Luke found himself reaching out and pulling Harris’ cap down further. There was something almost irresistibly awkward about the dude that made him want to put his arm around him and give him a hug…which is what he did a moment later, much to his (and Harris’) surprise.

“Sure, bro! Let’s hang out like a pair of stud-nuts. I gotta run an errand first, though. Tomorrow’s my gf’s birthday and I gotta buy her sumthin’ sexy.” When Harris started to pull away, Luke tugged him closer, inviting, “Yer welcome to come along. In fact, I’d like it if ya did. Ya can help me decide. I’m terrible at pickin’ out gifts for girls.”

Harris relaxed, agreeing, “Yeah, sure. No prob. It’s funny ‘cuz tomorrow’s my birthday, too.”

“Really? Fuck, bro! That settles it then. Let’s go shopping! I’ll buy ya sumthin’ special, too, while we’re at it!”

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The woman behind the counter gave them a funny smile when they walked into the lingerie store at the mall. Luke had been surprised that there was still a brick and mortar lingerie store within walking distance of the sports complex. It seemed like almost everything clothing-related had moved online. It turned out that the place was one of the few places still open in the mall but it occupied a relatively busy corner of the sprawling complex. Outside, a fountain trickled placidly, senior citizens speed-walked past and a few couples ate ice cream in front of a gelato stand.

Luke was a typical dude when it came to shopping, meaning that he hated it. He was also typical in that he waited until the last minute to pick out gifts. His girlfriend, Cailin, always complained about this, telling him he needed to work harder to show his love. “I always feel like I’m your second girlfriend after baseball,” she huffed. “For once, it’d be nice if you picked out a nice gift and took me out somewhere special for my birthday.” He’d fully intended to get her gift before now but life had just gotten in the way. Still, he reasoned, it wasn’t too late yet. After all, her birthday wasn’t until tomorrow!

“She totally thinks we’re a couple,” Harris observed as they entered the store, nodding at the cashier.

Luke looked over at him in confusion. “Huh? Why would she think that? It’s a lingerie store!”

In answer, Harris motioned to the left. Luke followed the gesture, doing a double take when he saw all the lacey, frilly, sheer clothing for guys. Half of the store was filled with thongs, g-strings and fruity briefs!

“Lingerie,” he sputtered. “For guys?”

Harris thought this was hilarious. “Jesus, bro! Where’ve ya from? The cornfields of Iowa er sumthin?” He took Luke by the elbow and led him over to a rack of thongs for men. Taking a pink one down, he held it over Luke’s crotch assessingly. “You’d look hot in this, bro. You should get it!”

Luke’s ears were burning and he batted the obscene thong away. “Never! I’d never wear anything like that!” He shivered theatrically. “The thought of that string rubbin’ against my hole! Ugh! No way! Just no! It’s bad enough havin’ to wear a jockstrap and a cup during the game.” He paused, eyes narrowing. “‘Sides, the pouch ain’t big enough.”

Harris punched his arm. “Ha! You dawg! Always braggin’!”

“I ain’t braggin’,” Luke said slyly. “It’s the truth. I’m cursed with an extra long schlong, bro. It’s a Brazilian thing. Makes findin’ jocks an’ underwear difficult.” He reached down and adjusted his massive package as he said this, smiling proudly. “Big dick problems, I guess.”

Harris smirked. “‘Cursed’, huh? Poor baby. Yer life is so rough.”

“No one understands how difficult it is!” Luke complained. “It’s hard to be me!” He laughed, holding the thong up to Harris’ crotch and teasing, “How ‘bout you, bro? I think pink’s more yer color.”

Harris nodded. “It is. But I got the opposite problem. That pouch is too big for me!” He dipped his head bashfully as he said this, looking away.

“Really?” Luke was surprised. Most guys wouldn’t admit to having a small penis so readily.

“Yep,” Harris admitted, eyes darting up to meet Luke’s before darting away. His cheeks colored as he concluded, “I’d be better off shopping on the other side of the store.”

For some reason, this made Luke’s cock stiffen in his boxers. He had no idea why but the thought of a big, husky, hairy dude like Harris wearing women’s panties really got him going. He didn’t know whether it was the image of pink panties on a beefy dude or the thought of those panties being totally empty due to Harris’ lack of endowment that made him more aroused. Maybe it was both?

He cleared his throat, feeling his own cheeks burning now, and awkwardly put the thong back on the rack.

***

Chapter 3

Reeve was a mess. Barely able to stand without toppling over, his legs were gone completely now, leaving him with only feet. He had to hop if he wanted to move. His balls rested on the ground and had swollen to the size of giant beach balls. They were so big and heavy that they hampered his movement. And they hurt terribly whenever he hopped, slamming heavily down on the floor. His arms were little more than a pair of tiny hands that lay flat against his round torso. In fact, he was basically all torso now. From his feet to the top of his big, fat, rounded head, his body was tube-shaped. And very elastic. It was like all of his bones had turned to cartilage. Oh, and he had no hair. Not a follicle anywhere on his body.

After all of his hair fell out, dark blotches had formed all over his body. Slowly, these blotches had expanded, filling in with more and more melanin until he was mocha brown all over. Well, actually his balls were darker, more of an ebony color, as was the collar of skin around his neck.

And speaking of that collar, it was even more pronounced. The thick, droopy skin had grown bigger and heavier until it threatened to cover his entire head. Moist and sticky with sweat and flaked skin, a pungent odor wafted off of it, filling his flattened nostrils. It smelled like a fucking fungus! Worse, he had to struggle to breathe when the skin slipped over his gaping mouth. His hands were so tiny that he was helpless to pull it down.

Honestly, though, the huge, smelly ring of skin around his ‘neck’ (if you could even say he had a neck anymore) was the least of his worries. There was also a jutting ridge of flesh right over his eyes that went all the way around his head. Because he was completely bald, it made him look like he had a black mushroom cap up there. A really big mushroom cap. The cap rose upward toward the top of his face and a vertical, rope of stretchy skin ran downward, joining with the collar around his neck. This elastic rope had replaced his nose, chin and lips. When his mouth was closed, the tension of the fleshy rope pulled the flap of skin around his neck upward, nearly suffocating him. He had to keep his mouth open all the time if he wanted to breathe!

He stood there, fighting to keep his utterly limp body from flopping over. It was exhausting! His body had become a loose tube of flesh without any bones and it took everything he had to stay on his feet. Tears filled his eyes and a shrill, gargly noise emanated from deep within his throat. He’d never been so distraught or frightened. What the fuck was happening to him? This wasn’t what he asked the demon for!

Given his state, it was somewhat of a miracle that he’d managed to draw a pentagram with salt on the floor of his bedroom. Terror and humiliation, however, can sometimes sharpen the mind and body and, in his case, they’d helped him to accomplish the impossible. He swayed back and forth precariously over the pentagram, chanting the summoning spell in a reedy voice. (His deep voice was gone and he sounded more like a cartoon character now.)

The summoning spell worked!

After a few minutes, black smoke began rising from the center of the pentagram. Slowly it wafted upward, forming an impenetrable curtain of midnight. Soon the oily mist dissipated, revealing the towering form of the demon. Clasping its leathery wings around itself, it regarded him with its glowing, red eyes. Its mouth twisted into a sneer of derision as it took in his changes.

“What?” it hissed. “Aren’t you happy? I granted your wish.”

Reeve nearly collapsed like a wet spaghetti noodle. “My wish? MY WISH?!” he shrieked. “This isn’t what I wanted!”

The demon blinked. “What do you mean? You said you wanted to have the biggest penis imaginable, right? Well, that’s what you are now: A big penis. In fact, your entire body is a penis. A perfectly scaled version of your friend Luke Coelho’s penis to be precise.”

Reeve was so outraged that the stinking collar of flesh nearly swallowed his head. He lurched forward, trying to strangle the demon with his little hands. He was far too clumsy, though, and fell face down on the floor. He lay there, squirming pathetically, just a huge, flaccid tube of skin. His enormous testicles were like counterballast, lolling around at his feet and keeping him trapped in place. The disgusting skin covered his mouth, muffling his screams. 

That skin!

Fuck, that skin!

Now he knew what it was.

A foreskin! He whimpered, the appalling recognition settling over him. It’s a foreskin! Luke’s foreskin! Ugh, why the fuck did Luke have be uncircumcised? It was un-American! 

He whined piteously.

He was a penis.

Just a penis.

Luke’s penis no less.

He lay there for a long time, whimpering and mewling on the floor, the disgusting foreskin filling his mouth. After a while, though, something strange began to happen.

His whole body grew warm until it was hot.

He stirred, confused, and gaped up at the demon. Was it doing something to him? Was this part of the curse? The demon offered no clues, though. It merely gazed down impassively at him, a feral leer on its goatlike face.

The heat continued to radiate through him and, as it did so, his formerly limp body began to harden, swell and stretch out. An inch, then another and another. Then a foot. And another. Soon, his whole body had thickened and lengthened, growing to be more than nine feet long. The collar of skin around his neck drew back as this happened, allowing him to finally breathe again. He was too freaked out, though, to notice. Everything about his body felt too tight. Even the immense mushroom cap on his head grew firmer and bigger, swelling to a truly prodigious size. His balls drew up tight in his sac, aching furiously.

“WHA-WHA-WHA HAP-NING TO ME?!” he begged, rocking back and forth on the floor like a giant rolling pin. His body was on fire and he was stiff as a board. “MAKE IT STOP!”

The demon’s smirk deepened. “What?” it drawled, voice filled with malice. “Don’t you know? You’re growing into an erection!” It laughed, a harsh, steely sound. “Luke must be getting turned on right now. And, as the avatar of his penis, you’re getting erect, too. Isn’t it fun?”

With that, the creature vanished in a puff of smoke, leaving Reeve to wail inconsolably as his body continued to grow ever longer and fatter. The demon hadn’t lied: For every inch that Luke’s penis lengthened, Reeve grew a foot. In his flaccid state, he was over six feet tall. However, when Luke was fully erect, Reeve’s body elongated to a stunning fourteen feet and swelled to more than three feet in diameter. 

He was Luke’s hardon!

***

Harris and Luke stood on the women’s side of the lingerie store, looking at the bras and panties. Luke was flustered, his erection straining down the leg of his jeans. Two fantasies vied for dominance in his beleaguered brain. The first was of Cailin as he imagined what she would look like in the revealing garments. The other was of Harris as he envisioned the jock clad in a lacey pair of women’s panties. 

He had no idea why he was so turned on by the thought of a dude in female underwear. In fact, he’d never even thought about a guy wearing panties before. All it took was Harris’ flippant suggestion and now it was the only thing Luke could think about.

“You sure ‘bout the size of the bra, dude?”

Luke jumped at the sound of Harris’ deep voice. He’d been so lost in his fantasies that he’d forgotten the dude was even there. He looked down at the small bra in his hands and forced his attention away from his throbbing erection. “Uh, yeah, bro. Cailin’s got small tits and a big ass. Just the way I like my women.”

Harris laughed. “Ah, so yer an ass man then?”

“Ass and snatch,” Luke amended. “That’s all that counts. I fuckin’ love to go down on a big, dripping, hairy snatch.”

“Hairy? Really?” Harris pressed. “Most dudes prefer shaved pussy.”

“Not me,” Luke replied, shivering with disgust at the thought of a shaved cunt. “I like hair on my tongue and I fuckin’ love the scent of a furry pussy. It’s the best!”

“Cailin’s a lucky girl.” Harris picked up a pair of panties that matched the bra in Luke’s hands. “Since yer an ass man, I take it you like to, um, enter through the back door, too?” He held out the panties for Luke’s inspection, pointing out, “These have a strategic hole in back. It’s pretty big, too. Should be large enough to fit yer big man.” He wiggled his big fingers through the hole provocatively.

Luke flushed. “Anal’s amazin’ but Cailin’s not into it. Will only let me fuck her cunt.” He hung his head, revealing bashfully, “Truth is I’m too big. I can barely get the head of my cock inside her. She’s got a really tight pussy.” He sighed. “Anal would be so much fun! I know I could stretch her out if she’d let me…” His voice trailed off and he looked over at Harris apologetically. “I don’t know why I’m tellin’ ya this, bro. It ain’t cool.”

Harris was grinning. “No, man, I don’t mind. Fuck, it’s actually really hot hearin’ ya talk ‘bout boning a chick!” He sighed heavily, reaching down to pat the very flat crotch of his jeans. “Honestly, it’s prolly as close to fuckin’ I’ll ever get. Nobody wants a piece of my ugly ass.”

“Whaddaya mean, bro?” Luke couldn’t believe a hulking stud of a man like Harris would ever find himself alone for long, even if he did have a tiny pee-pee. “Yer a beast! Ha! I’d even consider doin’ ya myself.” He flushed with embarrassment as soon as he said this and tried to back pedal. “Jesus, I’m still drunk, aren’t I? I always make a fuckin’ ass outta myself when I’m drunk.”

Harris’ blue eyes were riveted on his own. “No harm, no foul, bro,” he rumbled, smiling. “An’ I’ve been known to get a little crazy, too, when I’m drunk.”

“Speaking of,” Luke said. “I think I’m done here. How ‘bout we cash out and then hit the bar? There’s a super cool place nearby.”

“I’m always game for beer,” Harris agreed, rubbing his muscle gut. Turning, he headed toward the register with Luke tagging along behind him, trying not to stare at the pitcher’s exceedingly hefty pair of buttocks. They almost rivaled his own.

The woman at the cash register smiled as they approached. Before Luke could hand her the bra and panties he’d picked out, though, Harris placed something down in front of her. “This is for my man, Luke, here,” he explained, smiling shyly. Luke looked down and gave a start when he saw it was a tiny, pink thong. The silky garment was very sheer and had a really big pouch. Harris looked back at him, grinning. “Think it’ll fit, man?”

Luke’s cock was erect again and he had to stuff it between his legs to keep from embarrassing himself. “Uh, sure. I mean, I guess.” He hesitated before saying, “Harris, ya know ya don’t gotta–”

“It’s my gift to you.” Harris pushed the thong toward the cashier. “Think of it as a present for Cailin.”

The cashier took the thong and scanned the tag. Looking up at them, she asked, “So are you guys part of a thruple?” Before they could answer, she added, “That’s so hot!”

Luke’s mouth fell open. Here was yet another first: He’d never considered the possibility of being in a relationship with a man and a woman. Now, though, the idea of dating both Cailin and Harris was seared into his brain and his cock spasmed, a little jet of precum soaking his jeans. A small but noticeable spot formed just above his knee. He was so flustered that he couldn’t make himself correct the cashier; he just let her go on thinking that he and Harris were boyfriends. 

By the time she’d rung up Cailin’s birthday underwear, Harris’ big hand was on his shoulder. The big jock squeezed, handing him the thong he’d just purchased for him. He winked, saying, “The only condition is ya gotta lemme see ya in it sometime. Deal?”

Luke swallowed, another jet of pre soaking his jeans. “Ah, yeah, sure. I mean, if ya get me drunk enough–”

“–which is why we’re going to a bar right now,” Harris finished, steering him toward the exit. His hand never left Luke’s shoulder.

***

Chapter 4

Reeve howled as his body lengthened and thickened into yet another fourteen-foot erection. His sensitive head–a giant glans, he now knew–slammed against the bed frame. Fully erect, he was too big to fit in his bedroom! He’d already smashed apart his dresser during the last erection. What the fuck was Luke doing to him? Did the guy sport wood all the time?!

A painful spasm wracked his body and he felt something hot and wet shoot out of the top of his head. A thick, salty white goo trickled down the furrow of his forehead, filling his eyes and mouth. He gagged.

Cum!

Cum was spewing out of the top of his head!

***

Luke had drunk four beers and was feeling very relaxed…and horny. Harris’ broad shoulder was pressed against his and he could feel the dude’s hot breath on his cheek. 

“So, bro?” Harris drawled, his voice only slightly slurred from the effects of alcohol. “I’m dyin’ to ask: What’s up with that super phat booty of yers? Is it natural?”

Luke laughed uncomfortably, taking another swig of his beer and feeling his mutantly huge buttocks spilling over the bar stool. “I, uh, tole ya I do dumb shit when I’m drunk, right?” He reached back and slapped one of his massive cheeks. The clap rang out across the bar, causing several guys to turn in their direction. “Well, this ass is sumthin’ dumb. I got drunk and lost a bet and now I got a giant ass for the rest of my life.”

Harris gaped. “Implants?”

“Yep,” Luke said, nodding. “The biggest the clinic had. Tripled the size of my butt overnight and I was already gifted back there to begin with.” 

He chuckled ruefully, patting his unnaturally round and soft bottom. It was so big that it spilled out of the back of his jeans. His t-shirt rode up his back, revealing a good six inches of ass crack to the whole world. It was like that all the time. He could never keep it fully covered. He’d gotten used to having his bare ass on display; it even had its own Instagram page. Being a catcher only added to his notoriety. Every time he squatted down to catch, his ass spilled out of the back of his pants and he mooned the crowd behind him.

“You could get them removed,” Harris offered. “I’m sure they could do it.”

Luke shrugged. “It’s no big deal.” He paused, laughing. “Well, I guess it is a pretty big deal. But ya know what? I don’t fuckin’ care. I’ve gotten used to everyone starin’ at my ass. I guess I kinda like all the attention. It’s like a pregnant woman’s belly; people can’t keep their hands off of it. I’m always gettin’ groped.”

There was a long pause and then Harris asked, “Can I touch it?”

Luke laughed, arching his back and leaning forward against the bar so that even more of his giant bubble spilled out of his jeans. “Ha! Be my guest, dude.”

Harris’ calloused hand was on his butt. Luke moaned, feeling that big, confident hand cupping his cheek. It was heaven! He hadn’t lied; he really did love it when people touched his ass.

“So soft and smooth,” Harris praised, fingers working their way downward and slipping beneath Luke’s belt. Luke moaned louder, not sure why he was getting off so much on this. He briefly worried that he was somehow cheating on Cailin by letting Harris touch him but shook this off. Harris was a straight dude. It wasn’t cheating if a straight dude touched your ass…was it?

Harris’ thick index finger traced its way down the cleft of his ass, halting just an inch or so over Luke’s tightly-clenched hole. Guys were watching them and whispering but Luke didn’t care. He wanted Harris to touch him.

“Do you shave yer pussy, too?”

Luke looked over at the big jock questioningly. “My pussy? Guys don’t–” He exhaled loudly, understanding dawning. “Oh, you mean my butthole, dontcha? Yeah, it’s completely smooth.”

Harris’ finger grazed the edge of his pucker and Luke’s eyes rolled back in his head. Alarm bells were screaming inside his head but he was so drunk that he barely heard them. He knew what Harris was doing was wrong and he should pull away but he couldn’t make himself. Part of him wanted the guy to continue exploring his body. It felt good. 

He relaxed his pucker.

“Hmmm, kinda loose,” Harris commented, fingertip stroking the significant orbit of Luke’s creased butthole. “You’ve been fucked before.”

For some reason this struck Luke as funny and he laughed. “Nah, never been fucked but I do have a dildo. It gets a lot of use. When I’m not with Cailin, that is. She thinks it’s gay.” He fixed Harris with his wheat-colored eyes. “Tole ya I was into anal.”

“Kinky,” Harris breathed. “And hot.”

He was about to say more but the bartender interrupted them. “Uh, guys? I don’t care if ya wanna fuck each other but could ya maybe do this in the bathroom or sumthin’?” He gestured toward the rest of the bar where a number of patrons were glaring in their direction. “Not everybody’s enjoyin’ the show as much as I am.”

“Uh, sorry.” Harris jerked his hand out of the back of Luke’s pants (sniffing his fingers) and Luke sat up straighter. Both of their cheeks were flaming.

They sat in awkward silence for a while. Luke finished off the beer and raised his hand shakily for another. Going back to the sensitive topic of his inflated ass cheeks, he commented, “Cailin hates ‘em, though. My buttocks, that is. She almost dumped me when I showed up the first time after the surgery. She still refuses to touch ‘em.”

“Her loss,” Harris murmured, eyes still glued to Luke’s rotund bottom. Even sitting up straight, his ass was still falling out the back of his jeans. “It’s so smooth, too. Are you naturally hairless?”

The bartender, a sly smile on his face, slid Luke’s beer down the bar. He caught it and took a deep swig. Placing the bottle back down on the counter, he grinned sheepishly. “Nah, that was another dumb drunken dare. I had electrolysis. Everywhere. I’m smooth as a baby from the neck down.”

“Everywhere?” Harris shifted on his stool, auburn eyebrows raised. “Yer full of surprises, dude.”

Luke grunted. “That’s what Cailin’s always tellin’ me.” He sighed but still didn’t feel compelled to cover his smooth, bare bottom from Harris’ probing gaze. He knew without looking that it was creamy brown, lighter than his back due to his distinct tan lines. He propped his head on his elbow and asked, “So, ‘nuff ‘bout my big ass. What ‘bout you, stud? Coach said ya juss had surgery. Anything serious?”

Harris shook his shaggy head. His cheeks were flushed from the beer and his blue eyes were slightly glazed. He edged closer to Luke, so close Luke could smell his rich, masculine scent. Unlike Luke, Harris was a very hairy dude. Curly, red chest hair peeked out of the top of his V-neck and red hair covered tattooed sleeves on his brawny arms. Luke liked it. The hair, that is. And everything else about Harris.

“It was elective surgery,” Harris revealed. “Nothing serious but it took me a couple months to heal before I could pitch again.”

“What was it for?” Luke pressed. “If ya don’t mind me askin’.”

Harris swallowed the last of his beer and ordered another. “Not tellin’. Maybe someday I’ll let ya see when we’re changin’ in the locker room.”

Intrigued, Luke sat up. His head was muzzy with beer but he still was able to remember most of the celebration in the locker room after the game. “That’s right. You didn’t shower, did ya? Ha! I guess I didn’t, either.” He sniffed his hairless armpit, making a face. “Prolly shoulda, though.”

“Nah, man, you smell good.” Harris’ hand was back on his shoulder; it felt right. “An’ I don’t shower after the game an’ always change under a towel. When yer built like I am, ya don’t want nobody to find out.”

Luke grinned lazily. “But ya juss tole me so now I know.” He made a dismissive gesture. “‘Sides, I don’t give a shit how small yer dick is! Who the fuck cares?”

“Sez the man with the massive schlong.” Harris’ hand moved until his whole arm was draped over Luke’s shoulders. “It’s easy to say that when yer hung like a fuckin’ horse.” He leaned in closer. His lips were only an inch away from Luke’s. He was so close his thick beard tickled his face and he could smell the beer on his hot breath.

The tension built between them until it was unbearable. Luke’s poor cock felt like it was going to explode in his pants and his butthole was burning with anticipation. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and realized he had to act. Pulse pounding in his ears, he made his decision to act on the bartender’s suggestion. He couldn’t believe he was really going to do this!

Faking a yawn, he stretched, putting his arms over his head and flexing his big guns. “Fuck, man!” he breathed. “I gotta piss like a fuckin’ stallion! I’m gonna head to the restroom.”

Harris gave him a knowing look before nodding. “Me, too.” He stood up and helped Luke unsteadily to his feet. Together, they made their way toward the bathroom, weaving somewhat precariously.

Luke took up position before a urinal and unzipped, liberating his massive man-meat. It flopped out, reaching nearly halfway to his knees even when he was flaccid…which he wasn’t. He’d been sporting wood almost constantly for the past three hours. He was disappointed, though, when Harris didn’t join him at the row of urinals and instead headed into one of the stalls. “I gotta pee sitting down,” he explained, closing the door behind him. Luke shrugged and unleashed a potent spray of urine that splattered far and wide around him.

***

Still lying helplessly on the floor of his bedroom, Reeve was just starting to feebly push himself upward when he felt a sudden building pressure. A moment later, he shrieked with dismay as a violent gusher of hot, yellow liquid came spraying out of the gaping hole on the top of his head. The awful liquid quickly soaked everything in sight, drenching his bed and closet and short-circuiting his computer and television. The floor was soon covered with a couple inches of the stuff and Reeve was soaked through and through. The strong stink of piss filled the air.

Luke must have just taken a piss, Reeve thought, his noodly body shuddering with revulsion. 

He was lying in a lake of Luke Coelho’s piss!

Could his life get any worse?

***

Harris’ hands were back on his ass. The jock had finished peeing and emerged from the stall to stand behind him, breathing down on his neck. Luke arched his back and shrugged, allowing his jeans to fall down to his knees. Soon, he was bare-assed, pissing at the urinal. It felt both good and more than a little naughty. He moaned when Harris cupped his hefty, silicone-filled cheeks.

“This ass was made to be fucked,” he breathed, leaning down and kissing the nape of Luke’s neck. His hands were doing things to Luke’s ass that he’d only dreamed about. “And to have bigger implants. You need a truly freak-sized ass. And then get fucked even harder.”

Luke shivered, suddenly filled with longing. He wanted Harris to warp him, to distort him, to turn him into a total freak of nature. More than anything, though, he wanted to be Harris’ toy. 

Yeah, that’s me. That’s my mission: To be his plaything. I want him to destroy me.

His cock, still gushing urine, started to stiffen. Soon, it was fully erect, choking off the stream of piss. He turned his head, looking back at the studly, sexy Harris. He’d never wanted a guy this badly before. “Can you–?” he started before hesitating. “You know? I mean, you said yer dick is–”

“I don’t know,” Harris admitted. His blue eyes were on fire with lust. No man had ever looked at Luke like that and it left him feeling weak. “But I can try. I’m not gonna lie; it’ll be hard with an ass that huge. I don’t know if my little boy can reach yer hole.” 

He reached around Luke and took his massively long and fat schlong in his grip and jacked him. Luke cried out, feeling like he was going to cum then and there. “A man-sized cock,” Harris stated with either derision or envy, Luke couldn’t tell which. The towering jock leaned his bearded chin on his shoulder; it felt bristly and rough. “A pussy boy like you doesn’t deserve a cock this big.”

Having his manhood insulted by the big stud only made Luke hornier. “I agree and I’d gladly trade ya!” he panted. “Fuck, I’d take yer tiny pecker as my own if it meant you could fuck me with my donkey dick!”

“Ha! A donkey dick!” Harris repeated, still jacking him. His hand was big enough to almost reach around Luke’s girthy shaft. “You do have a donkey dick.”

Luke’s gaze dropped down to his giant organ, seeing it through Harris’ envious eyes. It was distinctly club-shaped, thicker around the middle and tapering at the base and the tip. All told, the thing measured more than fourteen inches long when he was hard–and he was really hard right now! He had a long foreskin that he never washed, loving the fungal reek of it. (This was another one of Cailin’s many complaints about his body.) At that moment, the mushroomy scent of his smegma overpowered the pungent smell of piss, filling his nostrils like a heady perfume.

The skin of his balls and especially his foreskin was a lot darker than the rest of him. It was a sign of his distant African heritage. No doubt at least a couple of his ancestors had made the voyage to Brazil in chains after being sold as chattel to the Portuguese. He smirked. Take that you fuckin’ colonial basterds! We survived and I got a big, black cock outta the deal! He was proud of his dark skin and his Brazilian heritage.

Filled with a wild joy–the joy of reveling in his body and his newfound queerness–he spun around and met Harris’ mouth, their tongues extending and twisting around each other as the rising tsunami of passion overtook them. Saliva went flying as the two brutes slopped and rutted against each other. 

Harris pushed him back against the sink and Luke’s cock slid up his big belly, getting sandwiched between them. Harris’ mouth dominated him, overwhelming him until he submitted, letting the big jock take complete control. At the same time, Harris’ hands were exploring his ass, groping ever closer to his tender, virgin asshole.

At the last moment, though, just when Luke’s cock was about to explode in a violent orgasm, Harris pulled away. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he stated, “Let’s take this back to your place. You said you live nearby, right? You don’t live with Cailin, do you?”

Luke shook his head, cock throbbing and hole puckering and unpuckering with wanton lust. “Nope, she has her own place. And, yep, I live near here.” He was mostly naked, his hairless butt and crotch and thighs on full display for Harris’ enjoyment. The pitcher, however, was still fully clothed and Luke wanted in the worst way to see him naked. No wait! He wanted to see him in that pair of panties he’d purchased for Cailin. She wouldn’t mind, would she?

“Let’s go.” 

Harris steered him out the door of the restroom, not even allowing him to pull up his pants. He forced Luke to shuffle out in front of the whole bar with his jeans around his ankles and his big cock bobbing before him. Behind him, he could feel his mutant ass cheeks bouncing up and down in time with his cock.

***

It took forever for them to make it to Luke’s apartment. Harris kept removing more and more of his clothes, kissing him passionately each time he pulled off another article of clothing. Finally, he had Luke completely naked and unbearably turned on. Harris tossed his clothes aside in the bushes, only agreeing to save Luke’s wallet, keys and cell phone after he begged him. Luke was quickly learning that Harris’ will was not to be questioned. Contrary to his first impressions of the dude, Harris was dominant through and through. 

Luke loved him for it.

They groped each other in the parking lot, Harris manhandling and overpowering him with his mouth and hands. The big dude grew rougher the more that Luke struggled but Luke was far from complaining. He’d already given up everything–well, just about everything–to Harris: His identity as a straight man, his dominance and his free will. He would let Harris take him. 

Take all of him. 

Why had it taken him so long to realize he was a submissive bisexual? If not for the happy accident of Harris taking Reeve’s place on the pitcher’s mound that day, none of this would have transpired and he would still be making do with Cailin’s meager breadcrumbs. Cailin, he understood now, had only been holding him back, inhibiting his self-discovery.

He tried to pull Harri’s t-shirt over his head but Harris smacked away his hands. “Leave it, Pussy Boy!” he growled, thrilling Luke to no end. Harris doubled down on dominating him, thrusting his tongue into Luke’s throat and grabbing him in the vise of his big arms. Luke’s cock was leaking pre like a hose and he could hardly stand it. Sooner or later Harris would have to let him cum or he would die! His poor pecker couldn’t take it and he was suffering from the world’s worst case of blue balls!

***

Back on the urine-soaked floor of his bedroom, Reeve was howling in agony as his body stiffened into a perennial hardon and his humongous testicles ached for release. Gooey precum seeped out of the gaping piss slit on the top of his glans head and ran into his eyes and mouth.

Fuck fuck fuck! Why had he ever performed that stupid summoning ritual? Luke Coelho and his ridiculous monster cock had destroyed his life.

***

“Luke? Is that you? What are–?”

Harris and Luke froze at the sound of Cailin’s voice. Too late, Harris tried to shield Luke’s naked body from her view but the damage had already been done. After all, they were making out under the streetlight directly in front of the entrance to Luke’s apartment building. Cailin would’ve had to be visually impaired not to see them!

Luke found himself pulled violently out of Harri’s grasp. Cailin slapped him hard. She was shrieking abuse at him at the top of her lungs, calling him a two-timing faggot and a filthy pervert. She leaned back, winding up for a punch and Luke shrank away. He didn’t have it in him to defend himself. Everything she said was true. He was a two-timing faggot and a filthy pervert and he deserved her wrath.

Her punch never landed.

Cracking an eyelid, he looked up to see that Harris had caught her fist in his big hand. He was calmly holding it as easily as he might hold a baseball on the mound. “Don’t hit him,” he stated firmly. “There’s no excuse for domestic violence.”

Cailin was breathing heavily and her eyes flared with rage at these words. After a moment, though, all of the fight drained out of her and her shoulders slumped in defeat. Pulling her hand out of Harris’ grip, she marched away. Before she got into her car, though, she yelled, “I hate you, Luke! You’re a cheater and an asshole. I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!”

The car sped off into the night, the squealing of tires echoing back to them as she peeled out around the corner. In a few seconds, the roar of the engine had faded away and they were left alone together in the moonlight.

Luke stared up at Harris, chagrined. He couldn’t believe Cailin had just caught him naked in public and making out with another dude. What the fuck was wrong with him? Somehow, though, seeing the studly pitcher made him forget everything else and all he wanted was Harris’ hands on his body and his little cock up his ass.

Harris watched him in bemused silence for a few moments before shrugging his beefy shoulders. Then he reached into his back pockets and held his closed fists out to Luke. “Go on,” he urged, shaking his right hand. “This is for you.” His fingers relaxed and Luke’s stunned gaze landed on a shimmering pink triangle of silk; it was the thong that Harris had bought for him. Smirking, Harris then held out his other hand. “And this is for me.” It was the pair of sheer pink panties that Luke had gotten Cailin for her birthday. 

“I threw away the bra,” Harris admitted. “I don’t wear bras.”

***

Chapter 5

“You can come in now.”

Harris had made Luke wait outside the bedroom before allowing him to enter. Luke was shaking with anticipation and desire. His hulking cock dribbled so much precum it was leaking out of the pouch of the ridiculous pink thong. He looked down at himself, unable to believe he was wearing such a girly garment. It made his dick look ever more obscene than usual. And, just as he’d feared, the string in back was tormenting his eager little rosebud. The pain was both forbidden and delicious, he decided.

He opened the door, a gasp escaping his lips when he saw Harris splayed across the bed. The big stud was naked save for the tiny pair of panties and he had tied his own feet and one arm to the posts of the bed. He held out a piece of rope to Luke with his free hand, ordering, “Tie me up, bro.”

Luke’s mouth was hanging open.

Harris was quite simply stunning, laid out like a furry slab of beef in the laciest, tiniest pair of pink panties imaginable. Just as he’d warned, the front of those panties was completely flat, save for the barest hint of a mound concealed within. Somehow, though, this only served to make the perverse scene more alluring. 

Luke salivated, his man-club tenting out the overstuffed pouch of his thong. He and Harris were exact opposites, he realized then: He was smooth and hairless with a huge cock and Luke was rough and furry with a tiny nublet between his hulking thighs. The contrast was both exciting and frustrating. Exciting because Luke found Harris’s empty crotch unbearably attractive and frustrating because his butthole was already lamenting the absence of a big cock to stretch it out.

Ah, the torment!

With shaking hands, he accepted the proffered rope and tied Harris’ right hand securely to the bed. The big stud was now completely immobilized. Harris moaned, straining helplessly at the bonds. “I ain’t never done nuthin’ like this before,” he revealed in a wavering voice. “Fuck! I can’t believe this is happening! Ain’t nobody never seen me since my surgery. Yer the first, man. An’ I really fuckin’ hope yer not the last. This is a big risk, bro. I hope I made the right decision.”

Luke was too busy drinking in the sight of the helpless man to pay much attention to his words. Naked, Harris was even more spectacular than he’d imagined. Impossibly beefy and ripped with a mature man’s muscle gut, he looked closer to thirty-five than twenty-one. His tattooed arms were like giant, swollen pistons and his thick thighs were beyond dreamy. Luke’s cock spasmed when he saw the tattooed vines curling up the big stud’s legs. The vines were topped by sprays of delicate, colorful flowers. The vines twined their way up his thighs, ending in seductive curls right above his pink, lace-covered crotch. 

A single, red rose bloomed there. 

Gazing reverently upon it, Luke was reminded of a statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe he’d seen as a child, a flower blooming over her sex to signify her unsullied nature. His eyebrows went up. Did this mean that–?

As if reading his thoughts, Harris lifted his head and gazed down at the tender rose. Looking back up at Luke, he said, “That’s right, bro. I’m a virgin. I ain’t never had sex before. You’ll see why in a minute.”

“Yer a virgin?” Luke repeated, unable to believe it.

Harris laughed, a deep, pleasant, guttural sound. “An’ so are you, bro! You ain’t never had sex with a man, neither. Am I wrong?”

“N-N-No.” Luke had no idea why his voice was so shaky. “But I’ve had sex with women plenty of times.”

Harris’ mouth quirked. “That’s good. I’m glad, bro. Really. That’ll make this easier for me.”

“Why?”

Harris smiled sadly, nodding down at his crotch. “Enough questions, bro. Go ahead an’ unwrap yer present. Everything’ll be clear.”

Luke knelt down on the bed between Harris’ outspread legs. Harris watched him, blue eyes wide and filled with fear. Luke remembered back to earlier that afternoon when the stud had been waiting for him outside the locker room. At that time, he’d been taken aback by Harris’ awkward innocence. When he’d first pulled down the brim of his cap, Harris had been both shocked and titillated. Not so different from the way he was now.

It was funny.

Harris was clearly even more of an alpha male than Reeve and yet he was also naive and inexperienced. Over the course of their evening together, the dude had grown more confident as Luke ceded dominance to him, inviting him to take charge. In hindsight, Luke saw that he’d been privileged to watch Harris grow into his role as the alpha. Yet now that they were about to actually have sex, Harris had regressed back to a shy ingénue.

It was unbearably hot.

“B-B-Be gentle with me,” Harris pleaded, tears filling the corners of his eyes. “And please don’t laugh.”

Luke smiled back at him, reaching up to wipe the tears away. “Shhhhh,” he soothed. “I’ll be gentle. And I already tole ya I don’t care how small yer dick is.” 

Cock throbbing between his legs, he reached out and carefully looped a finger under the delicate waistband of Harris’ panties. Harris and Cailin must be the same size down there, he thought as he did so, ‘Cuz these fit perfectly! He couldn’t get over how sexy a hairy guy wearing panties was. Looking down at Harris like this, he knew with certainty he’d never get turned on by a woman again.

Harris moaned as he slowly, carefully pulled the panties downward to reveal his thick thatch of curly, red pubic hair. Harris obviously didn’t manscape because his bush was out of control. Luke drooled as the scent of unwashed man-pubes filled his nostrils. His cock throbbed again.

He buried his face in those deliciously pungent pubes, wuffling around like a pig in a sty. Harris’ moans grew louder, more frantic. Luke licked, his tongue coming away covered in scratchy, red shorthairs.

“Purrr-fect,” he purred. “Just purrr-fect!”

His chin caught on the elastic band of the panties and he dragged them down further. When his tongue touched something clammy and moist, though, he froze. Huh? What was this?

Beneath him, Harris froze, too.

Luke slowly raised his head, eyes full of questions and his mouth forming the shape of an O.

Harris couldn’t hold his gaze and looked away, cheeks burning. “My surgery, bro,” he explained in a low whisper. “I had bottom surgery.”

“Bottom…surgery?”

The words didn’t make any sense to Luke’s confused brain. But all he had to do was look down at Harris’ exposed crotch to understand the meaning.

“You…have a vagina?”

Harris nodded, mouth twisted and eyes filled with anguish. He struggled at his bonds but his hands and feet were tied well and he couldn’t move. There was nothing he could do to stop Luke from pulling his panties down his thick thighs, revealing his juicy, wet cunt lips.

Luke stared at them, mind whirling and cock throbbing.

A man…with a pussy?

A pussy?

Really?

How was that possible?

He shook his head, realizing that Harris had started crying again. The dude was clenching his cunt lips tightly together if he hoped that might hide them from Luke’s probing gaze. He’s worried, Luke thought. He thinks I hate him like this.

Rather than try to reassure him with words, though, he did the best thing possible: He dove in.

With unrestrained exuberance, his tongue and lips and teeth treated Harri’s virgin cunt to the ride of his young life. He wedged his muscular tongue between the clamped pussy lips and pried them open. Luke hadn’t lied: He fucking loved pussy and would eat it all day if Cailin let him. She’d thought cunnilingus was unmanly, though, much like his giant ass, and barely let him indulge in his favorite hobby. Harris, however, was only too happy to let Luke glory in the wonders of his new pussy. He writhed under Luke’s ministrations, squirming and groaning and moaning with delight. 

Luke was particularly captivated by Harris’ clitoris. It was, quite simply, HUGE! 

I guess that makes sense, he thought as he worked his salivating tongue around the circumference of that buried treasure. It used to be his cockhead after all. He was impressed by the skill of Harris’ surgeon. The dude’s pussy was perfect in every way and, apart from his monstrous clitoris, he would never have guessed Harris hadn’t been born like this.

Harris arched his back and spewed milky white goodness, coating Luke’s tongue. It was his third orgasm so far and the dude only seemed to be getting more turned on. I am a pro at this, Luke thought proudly. Nobody eats pussy like me. The fact that the pussy belonged to a huge, strapping stud only made it more delicious.

He was doubling down to bring Harris to yet another orgasm when the panting jock stopped him. “Get on top of me. I got a surprise for ya.”

Luke lifted his gooey chin. “More of a surprise than yer twat, dude?”

Harris laughed, once again sending a thrill down Luke’s spine. He could listen to the stud’s laugh and achieve a hands-free orgasm, no problem! 

“I wanna fuck ya.”

“Fuck me?” Luke repeated, confused. “But how?” In his pussy-eating exuberance, he’d forgotten all about the jock’s promise to ruin his virgin hole.

“Here, free one of my hands and I’ll show ya.” Harris wriggled his right hand as he said this, inviting Luke to untie it.

Luke obediently untied the knot and sat back on his haunches, watching with curiosity as Harris reached down and fished around inside his sloppy, wet pussy. There was a little pop and then the impossible happened.

A full-sized cock popped out!

Luke gaped at it, brain trying to square the unreality of what he was seeing: A cock sticking out of the gaping lips of a pussy. Harris hadn’t been lying: He really did have a penis after all. And a really thick one at that! It wasn’t very long but it didn’t matter. Luke could tell it was big enough to fuck his hole and that was all the mattered.

“My doctor is the best in the business,” Harris explained, laughing at Luke’s stunned reaction. “He gave me everything I could ever want: A pussy and a cock. Now I can really fuck you the way you deserve. C’mon! Hop on!”

Luke was straddling Harris’ hips in no time. Poised with his wide, fat bottom over the dude’s slicked-up cock, he made eye contact with his new dom, waiting for Harris’ permission.

“Go on,” Harris barked, embracing his dominance once again with gusto. “Spread yer cunt lips and let me in!” He dug around inside Luke’s bedside drawer and extricated a bottle of lube, tossing it to him.

Luke jumped at the stern tone of his voice but he was a skilled catcher and didn’t fumble the lube. In a moment, he’d squirted a gob onto his hand and was massaging the gooey stuff around his hole. Harris’ cock was already pretty wet from his pussy juices but Luke didn’t want to risk a painful first fucking and slathered it liberally. While he was doing so, he thought about how much he liked it when Harris ordered him around. Harris might have a cunt but he would always be Luke’s dom. Nothing could change that. 

Successfully lubed up, he pulled his giant ass cheeks apart, gingerly lowering himself down.

They fit together like a ball and glove. Luke’s experience with the dildo had taught him how to loosen up and accept a thick cock. He settled down on top of Harris and gently pushed the dude’s straining cockhead against his rosebud. Harris took his massive ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them before slapping him so hard he yelped.

“What a fuckin’ slut!” Harris crowed, slapping him hard again. “I’ll give ya an ass that’s so big you’ll have trouble walking. Everyone’ll look at ya and say, ‘There goes Harris Mills’ slutty pussy boi! What a fuckin’ big-bottomed whore!’”

As he taunted, he arched his back, driving his cock in hard against Luke’s pucker. Luke cried out, unprepared for the sudden assault but he loved being abused by Harris so much that he begged for more. “Hit me! Slap me! Make me your whore! Leave me gaping! I’m nuthin’ but a stupid cock slut!”

Harris transformed into a rage-filled beast at these words, ripping his arm and legs free of the bonds and throwing Luke down on the bed. Luke’s thick thighs were soon over his head and his hole was completely exposed. Harris didn’t wait, he slammed his cock into him as hard as he could, pounding against his prostate and driving Luke crazy with both pain and ecstasy. His crotch spanked against Luke’s ass cheeks hard with each thrust and he spewed vitriolic insults so harsh that tears filled Luke’s eyes. When he was nearly at his climax, Harris grabbed Luke’s pendulous balls and yanked them violently, making him scream in pain.

He emptied his seed into him, pumping him full to overflowing. Then he collapsed on top of him and bit his lip until it bled, working Luke’s donkey dick with one hand while he fingered his asshole with the other.

“Stupid slut! You don’t deserve a cock this big. You should have a ridiculous little clit between your legs!”

“I’m a worthless pussy freak!” Luke agreed, crying out as Harris clenched his huge cock in his fist. “I don’t deserve to be a man. Turn me into a girl!”

Harris stopped and stared at him, his blue eyes flaring with fury and desire. “You know what? That’s a great idea. I like it,” he sneered. “Maybe I’ll do that? I already know the right doctor.”

Luke tried to reply to this but found he couldn’t: He was too busy cumming in the most violent and intense orgasm of his life. The thought of having only wet pussy lips between his thick thighs was all it took.

***

Chapter 6

Harris became tender and sweet after sex…sort of. Luke cuddled up against him, reaching down to play with his clit. The hulking jock’s cock retracted into his pussy when flaccid and only the big head was visible between the rosy lips of his cunt. Luke loved this almost as much as getting fucked by his full-sized cock.

“Yer still a virgin,” Luke murmured in his new lover’s ear. “Will you let me fuck yer pussy next?”

Harris turned his head and met his lips, kissing him. “That’s a privilege you have to earn, Pussy Boy.”

“And how do I earn it?”

“Hmmm, I have some ideas,” Harris replied. “Most of them involve you losing a lot of girth and many inches, though.”

“Ungh!” Luke couldn’t help it; he was hard as a rock again. The thought of Harris forcing him to get penis reduction surgery drove him crazy.

Harris batted at his ridiculously long, fat club, wrinkling his lip. “So disgusting. You better believe that I’ll knock ya down to a more appropriate size.” He paused, lifting Luke’s massive member and eying it speculatively. An evil sneer twisted his lips. It was gone, though, before Luke was even certain he’d seen it. When Harris looked back at him, his eyes were soft and he was smiling. “We’ll take it slow, though. I want ya to beg me for it. Will ya do that, Pussy Boy?”

“Pah-leez, Daddy!” Luke whined in a perfect imitation of a little boy’s voice. “Pah-leez give me a clit! I wanna eensy, wheensy, teeny, tiny, baby boi-clit!”

Harris laughed. “That’s more like it.” He picked up Luke’s thick cock again and tugged at his voluminous foreskin, stretching it out to its full, obscene length. At its apogee, it extended more than six inches past the head of his dick. “I’ll start with this ugly thing,” he promised, twisting it cruelly in his fingers. Luke moaned. “I think it’s time you got circumcised, don’t you?”

Luke’s cock spasmed and he shot another spontaneous load, filling his foreskin to overflowing…much to Harris’ disgust. He wrung the milky liquid out, letting it pool in the depression around Luke’s belly button.

“Yeah, the foreskin goes,” he stated firmly. “As soon as possible.” He dropped Luke’s cock and grabbed his balls, yanking them hard. “Then I’ll have ya neutered. After that, we’ll talk about getting rid of the rest of it.”

On fire with happiness, pain and humiliation, Luke writhed on the bed, taking Harris’ face in his hands and kissing him passionately. He wanted Harris to maim, unman and deform him so bad he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t believe that he’d ever thought he was a boring, staid heterosexual bro. How had he lived so many years without realizing what he was missing? Now that he’d found Harris, he never wanted to be apart from him and he said as much.

Harris got uncharacteristically emotional at these words. A ghost of his virginal innocence returned and he stared back at Luke with those beautiful, wide, blue eyes. “You thought you were normal and I thought I was a freak,” he mused, a tear trickling down his furry cheek. “I’m happy we found each other, too. I knew as soon as I saw yer huge, fat ass that you were a big freak like me. You juss needed a little convincing.”

He reached down and took Luke’s squishy ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed, pulling him on top of him. Luke giggled, settling happily down on the jock’s wide, muscular chest. His cock was trapped between them, fully erect again and leaking pre. He rubbed up and down, scoring the tip of Harris’ buried clit. Harris moaned, eyes rolling back in his head.

“Soon,” Luke whispered. “Soon, I’ll just have a cunt and that’s it. Not even a trace of my cock will remain. Then I’ll really be your pussy boy. Your pussy boy forever.”

“With a super fat, slutty ass,” Harris rumbled, slapping Luke’s bloated cheeks for effect. “Don’t forget that. I’m taking ya in for new implants as soon as you’re properly neutered.”

***

Reeve awoke gasping for air. For some reason, the floppy foreskin around his ‘neck’ was pulled up tight over his head. It hurt like hell. He could have sworn that someone was pulling on it. Writhing and sucking in meager gulps of air, he wondered what the fuck was going on with Luke’s cock.

He’d been trapped in his bedroom for several days, spouting cum and piss at regular intervals until everything was soaked with urine and slime. It smelled awful and he could hear the downstairs tenants complaining about the noxious liquid soaking down through the ceiling. There wasn’t anything he could do about it, though. He could only lie there and wait for the next gusher of piss or cum.

He hated his life.

Beyond belief.

Why, oh why, did he ever summon that demon?

He was spared from more bitter self-recrimination by a piercing pain around his neck. He writhed on the floor, trying in vain to clutch at it. The collar of thick foreskin was on fire!

As he howled in agony, he felt the skin begin to tear apart as if sliced by an invisible knife. Helpless and in excruciating pain, he looked on in horror as the skin lifted away from his throat, leaving only a bloody ring in its place. 

Eyes rolling back in his head, he passed out, waking a few moments later to a strange tugging sensation. With tremendous effort, he managed to roll over onto his side. From that position, he could barely see his reflection in the corner of the bedroom mirror. He winced in revulsion when he saw himself: A giant, black, ugly cock. That’s all he was now. That’s all he would ever be!

Just as he suspected, the foreskin was gone and there was an angry red tear in its place. As he watched in terrified fascination, giant stitches began to form out of nowhere over the wound, pulling the edges together. Methodically, the stitches continued to appear, one by one, until the entire wound had been closed. When it was over, he realized with stunned disbelief what had happened.

Luke had just been circumcised.

He groaned, the pain from the procedure still making his vision swim red. At least he could breathe more easily now, though. That was something. He was still a giant penis and testicles, though. And he couldn’t walk, let alone sit up. How would he ever live like this? It was torture! Pure torture!

How could things get any worse?

As if in answer to this question, he screamed as he felt his ball sac slice open.

***

Luke lay on the hospital bed after the procedure, fondling his penis and touching his empty ball sack in wonder. It felt so weird to not have any balls! Or foreskin! There was barely any pain and they hadn’t even bandaged him up, leaving him free to assess the loss of his manhood. He lifted his newly circumcised cock, realizing it looked much smaller and thinner without a foreskin and missing his hefty pair of low-hangers.

He liked it.

The circumcision scar was just a thin, red line beneath his exposed glans. There was a ring of stitches around his shaft, marking the absence. Below it, his voluminous ball sack sagged, empty and listless. Only an inch-long incision along the midline of his sac marked the place where the surgeon had removed his testicles. His hairless scrotum looked particularly ridiculous without any balls and he’d asked the surgeon to remove it, too, but Harris had stopped him for some reason.

Harris stirred at his bedside, reaching out and taking his hand. He squeezed, lowering his lips to kiss Luke’s brow. “I’m so proud of my little Pussy Boy,” he murmured, smoothing Luke’s curly locks back from his forehead. “You’re on your way!”

Luke smiled, shifting on the bed and feeling his super-sized silicone ass implants splay out beneath him. They were twice the size of his previous ones and much softer and saggier. He knew without looking how freaky they were. Before, his ass had been notorious. Now, it was just laughably ridiculous. People would jeer him. He had no idea what it would be like when he went back to practice. Would he even be able to find pants that fit him? What would the guys on the team do?

The thought of the humiliation and taunting he would endure thrilled him to no end. And just wait until the team found out that he’d been castrated! He couldn’t wait to sashay through the locker room, butt-naked, with his massively inflated ass cheeks swaying behind him and his shrunken nub dangling from his baby-smooth crotch. And soon his dick would be gone completely and he’d just have a pussy between his legs…

“They’ll need your scrotum when they construct your cunt lips,” Harris explained, hand moving down to gently tug on the empty bag of skin under Luke’s freshly cut cock. “That’s why I didn’t let the doctor remove it.”

Luke stared at the black, empty skin. Those would soon be his labia! He’d have a black labia! He shivered with excitement and then winced in pain when his cock started to get hard. 

Harris noticed his dick starting to stand up and chuckled. “Easy, Pussy Boy. Don’t get too excited. You’ve gotta give yerself time to heal.” He mussed Luke’s hair, adding, “But the good news is that you’ll be back at practice this week. The surgery, while devastating to your manhood, was medically minor.”

Luke smiled, eager to get back in the game. Yeah, he fucking loved baseball. Not as much as Harris but close. He couldn’t wait to–

His phone buzzed on the stand next to the bed, interrupting his thoughts. Harris picked it up and glanced at the screen, letting out a low whistle.

“What?” Luke asked. “What happened?”

Harris held the phone out for him to see. “Recognize him?”

Luke propped himself up on his elbows, his engorged ass cheeks struggling to find purchase as they sloshed around beneath him. He stared at the picture on the screen, eyebrows lifting. “What the fuck is that?”

Harris laughed, the deep, pleasant sound that always sent a thrill down Luke’s spine. “Not what but who.”

Luke struggled to figure out what he was seeing. The photo was of a couple of police officers carrying a stretcher. Lying on the stretcher was something that looked for all the world just like a giant, circumcised penis. It had to be over six feet long and was thicker than a water main. It looked awful. There was an angry red line just below the ridge of skin that might have been a big, black glans. And then there was another scar further down at the base. The only things that indicated that the freak was human were a pair of feet at the base and two, tiny hands halfway up the shaft.

“I don’t get it,” he stated, looking up at Harris. “What…I mean, who is that?”

What Harris said next left Luke cold. “Reeve Williams.”

“No way!”

Harris chuckled. “Yes way.” He took the phone back and scrolled through the text, reading, “After the neighbors complained about a horrible stench, police arrived on the scene to find the remains of Reeve Williams, freakishly transformed into a human penis.” He exhaled, shaking his head in wonder. He was about to comment further when he scrolled back up and stared at the picture of Reeve. Looking from the photo to Luke’s naked crotch, he began, “Wait, doesn’t that look just like your—” his voice broke off and he shook his shaggy head. “Nah, can’t be. Forget I even said anything.”

***