Note: I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time because I love stories where the main character struggles to figure out what is going on as his life spirals out of control. I’m biased but I think this one succeeds rather well. I hope you enjoy it!

Themes: Straight-to-gay, top-to-bottom, butt growth, hairless, silicone implants, tattoos, humiliation, cock shrinking, piercings, feminization, man cunt

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Quick Links:

• Chapter 1 – Scroll down
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6
• Chapter 7 – Posted 8 October 2024

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Chapter 1

The hickeys on his neck were Cullen Bradshaw’s first clue that something was wrong. He was sitting at the breakfast table, hunched over a bowl of Wheaties when his roommate, Karl Jasperson, laughed, “Yo, dude! What’s that on yer neck? Did ya get lucky last night and I didn’t know ‘bout it?”

Cullen looked up, confused. “Huh?” He felt the side of his neck but everything seemed normal. “Would you go fuck off?!” he huffed, thinking Karl was punking him. “I’m tired! I didn’t sleep good.”

“Because you were gettin’ lucky?” Karl finished, smirking. “Tell me, bro! Who was she?”

“Nobody!” Cullen hissed, getting annoyed. “I didn’t get lucky last night! Or the night before or the night before that.”

“Go look in the mirror, bro.” Karl was having trouble containing his laughter. “Yer neck’s covered in hickeys.”

Cullen flipped him off and kept eating his cereal. His head was pounding and he felt like he had a hangover. All he wanted to do was go back to sleep but he had rugby practice in an hour and couldn’t miss it. The coach was already annoyed with him for missing too many practices.

He did a double take when he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was a burly, bearded guy with dense, brown hair, thick muscles and an even thicker chest who normally got off on admiring his good looks in the mirror. That morning, however, he didn’t notice his piercing blue eyes or his chiseled, angular face. No, he was too shocked to notice those. All he could see was that Karl hadn’t been teasing him; he really did have hickeys on his neck and a lot of them. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, turning his head to expose his nape. The entire right side of his neck was replete with the unsightly bruises. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! How the fuck did this happen?!”

“I tole ya and you wouldn’t believe me,” Karl drawled. He stood in the doorway with his muscular arms crossed, every ounce a massive slab of Scandinavian beef and fur. “Are you telling me that you don’t remember gettin’ ‘em?”

“Get the fuck outta here!” Cullen slammed the door in his friend’s face and continued staring at himself. Fuck! Where had all these fuckin’ hickeys come from? He never let his girlfriends leave marks on his neck and he certainly would remember getting kissed like that. Rubbing his aching head, he tried to figure a logical explanation for the bruises but came up dry.

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He got razzed in the locker room and all during practice. For some reason, the guys thought it was hilarious that his neck was covered in hickeys. Of course, Karl made sure to rub his face in it plenty, too. The asshole wouldn’t let it go. Finally, Cullen pushed his big friend up against the brick wall and got in his face, threatening him.

“You get it outta yer system, bro?” Karl asked, amused. “‘Cuz ya know I can kick yer ass, right? Or do I need to remind you?” He calmly pushed Cullen’s hands away and, dusting himself off, stalked off. “Just tell her to go easy the next time, dude,” he said over his shoulder. “An’ ya won’t have to worry ‘bout gettin’ so much shit from the guys.”

Cullen scowled and wanted to flip him off but the coach called him over and he had to let it go.

“What’s wrong?” Coach Alvarez demanded, looking at Cullen’s neck. “Too much fun last night? You totally sucked out there today, man.”

Cullen hung his head. He knew better than to tell the coach that he was wrong, that he had gone to bed early and hadn’t messed around with any of his girlfriends.

“Get it together,” Alvarez warned. “Or yer off the team. You understand?”

“Yeah, got it,” Cullen grumbled. “Sorry.”

“Juss don’t let it happen again.”

***

The next day he not only had hickeys on the other side of his neck but his nipples were sore, too. He winced when he rolled over in bed, reaching up to rub his furry chest. “Ow! That fuckin’ hurts!” He pulled the sheets back and looked down, crying out when he saw how swollen and red his tits were. It looked like someone had bitten him. No, scratch that. Someone had bitten him. There were clear bite marks around each nipple.

He looked down at his chest, scowling. What the fuck was going on?

It didn’t take him long to figure out the cause: Karl. Who else could it be? Obviously, his friend was doing it to him while he slept!

While I was asleep…?

He balled up his fists when, hot on the heels of this realization, he had an even darker one: Karl had drugged him and bit his tits! There could be no other explanation! Otherwise, how would he have slept through having his nipples bitten? Worse, his head was muzzy just like the morning before…like he’d been drugged!

He jumped out of bed and stormed into Karl’s bedroom, yelling his head off.

Karl sat up in bed and crossed his arms. His girlfriend, Jenna, lay next to him, blinking up at Cullen as he accused Karl of drugging and taking advantage of him.

“You through, bro?” Karl asked, yawning and scratching a hairy, blond armpit. He was staring at Cullen’s bitten nipples with a small smile.

Cullen put his hands over his chest. “Why did you do it?” he demanded, voice rising. “WHY?!”

“I didn’t.” Karl looked over at Jenna, asking, “Hey, Jen, d’ya think you’d notice if I snuck off to drug and rape Cullen? I mean, I was with you all night, right?”

Jenna nodded sleepily. She looked nonplussed at being rudely awakened so early in the morning. She rolled over in bed, saying, “Yeah, Cullen. Chill out. He was with me all night.”

Cullen stared at them, clenching his fists and feeling heat creeping up his back. Soon, his neck and ears were bright pink with humiliation and embarrassment. As much as he wanted to believe they were lying, he could tell Karl and Jenna were telling the truth and he felt incredibly stupid for jumping to such an extreme conclusion. He’d known Karl for years and his buddy would never do something as nefarious as drug him and bite his nipples.

He lowered his head and, mumbling an apology, slinked out of the bedroom.

Karl found him sitting on the edge of his bed a while later. Sitting down next to him, he slung his arm over his shoulders. “Bro, I think ya need to go see somebody ‘bout this.”

“What?” Cullen looked over at him questioningly. “You mean a doctor?”

Karl cleared his throat. “Well, yeah, in a way. I mean, shrink’s are doctors, right?”

Cullen’s mouth fell open. “You think I’m crazy?!” He looked down at his swollen tits. “You think I did this to myself?!”

“Uh, no,” Karl said, hugging him closer. “I don’t think you’re crazy and I don’t think you did that to yerself.” He paused before adding delicately, “But I did see ya go out last night. You left not long before Jenna and me headed to bed. And, well…” His voice trailed off and as he struggled to find the right words, “you, uh, weren’t actin’ like yerself.”

Cullen’s face drained of color. “What do you mean?” He had no recollection of leaving the apartment the night before. He had purposely gone to bed early, intent on getting a good night’s rest so he was fresh for rugby practice.

Karl cleared his throat. “Let’s juss say ya were dressed up, um, a little more flamboyantly than usual.”

“‘Flamboyantly’?” Cullen repeated, skin prickling. 

This time, Karl was the one who was blushing. “Yeah, very flamboyantly. As in, ya barely had nuthin’ on and what ya did have on was pink. Real pink. And that’s not all. It was embarrassin’ pink stuff.” He scratched his head. “Tell ya the truth, I had no idea ya even wore shit like that. First time I’ve seen ya like that, bro.” He hastened to add, “But I’m fine with it, bro. I mean, if ya wanna go paradin’ around in a G-string and pantyhose, I ain’t gonna judge ya! To each his own, I always say!”

Cullen’s mind blanked after the word, ‘G-string.’. A cold sweat broke out all over his body as he struggled to parse through the words that Karl had just spoken. It was hard, though. It felt like Karl was talking in a foreign language. Finally, he sputtered, “N-N-No! There’s no way! I would never–”

“Don’t believe me?” Karl interrupted. “Fine, here’s proof.” He held up his iPhone. Flicking his finger across the screen, he opened the door camera app. “See?” He held it out and Cullen looked down at the screen, flinching when he saw footage of himself leaving the apartment…wearing pink fishnet stockings, a thong and a tiny harness. His mouth fell open.

Karl cocked an eyebrow, continuing, “So, that’s why both me and Jenna think it might help if ya talked to somebody ‘bout it. I mean, ain’t it obvi if ya don’t remember it in the mornin’ that there’s some sorta mental block goin’ on?” He spread his big hands. “Maybe ya juss need a little help comin’ to terms with yer sexuality?”

Cullen was enraged. “Are you sayin’ ya think I’m GAY, bro?!” He shivered with disgust. “‘Cuz I ain’t! I ain’t no fag, Karl!”

“Ok, Ok!” Karl soothed. “Whatever ya say. I believe you! I mean, loads of straight guys prance around in pink thongs and wear flamin’ pink feather boas ‘round their neck…” He sobered at Cullen’s bark of protest, concluding, “The point is: I support ya, bro. I’m yer friend and always will be. Ya don’t gotta hide nuthin’ from me. I love ya no matter what ya wear or who’s fuckin’ ya up the butt.”

“I HAVE NEVER BEEN FUCKED UP THE ASS!” Cullen shouted, incredulous that Karl would ever accuse him of such debased and disgusting behavior. “‘CUZ I’M NOT GAY!”

Karl laughed. He actually laughed! Cullen was so outraged he stormed out of the bedroom and ran out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Only after he was out in the hall, wearing his boxers and nothing else, did he come to his senses. Cheeks flaming, he was forced to turn back and knock meekly on the door. It opened a moment later and Karl smiled down at him.

“Yeah?” he asked. “Forget sumthin’? Like maybe yer thong, bro?”

Cullen pushed past him. “Shut up. I’m not talking to you.”

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Chapter 2

He stumbled through the day, lost in a fog. His body felt sore–more than just his nipples felt like they’d been bitten–and he had the worst headache. He showed up late for his bio class and forgot about physics altogether. Getting undressed in the locker room before rugby practice was pure torture. He was sure the other guys were laughing at him behind his back. He kept his t-shirt on, trying to cover up his swollen nipples, but he couldn’t do anything about hickeys on his neck.

He didn’t know whether it helped or hurt that Karl was so patient with him. His big friend was always right there by his side, a stalwart ally, even going so far as Karl steadying him by the elbow when he lost his balance putting on his shoes. He stiffly pulled his arm out of his friend’s grip and squared his shoulders, annoyed. Behind him, Karl chuckled softly to himself.

Somehow he made it through practice despite feeling like he wanted to vomit. That’s not to say he did great, just that he got through it with only a mild rebuke from Coach Alvarez. He jogged off the field at the end, wanting nothing more than to get back to his apartment and lock himself in his room.

Things got worse for him when he did just that, slamming his bedroom door shut. Something pink caught his eye and he turned to see a tiny article of clothing tossed on the floor next to his bed. A pit formed in his stomach as he paced over and looked down at it. He picked it up with shaking hands and had to catch himself when his worst fears were confirmed.

It was a pink thong.

He dropped it, sickened. 

Possessed by a growing terror, he dug frantically through his dresser drawers and closet, exclaiming in disbelief when his efforts yielded a pink feather boa, pink high heels and pink fishnet stockings. A pink, leather harness was hanging off the back of his door.

Cullen laid the incriminating items out on the bed, heart pounding. What in the fuckin’ hell is goin’ on?! What is happening?!

Karl found him sitting catatonic on the bed a half hour later. Cullen was only vaguely aware of the door opening and looked up to see his friend’s feet planted on the floor before him. He lifted his head to see Karl staring at the pink paraphernalia.

“You found the proof, huh?” he asked, sitting down beside him. He lay a warm hand on Cullen’s shoulder. “Do ya wanna talk ‘bout it, bro? I’m listening.”

Cullen shook his head. “No, I really don’t. I have no fuckin’ clue what’s goin’ on! I don’t remember buying any of this shit and I sure as fuck have no memory of ever wearin’ it!” He looked over at Karl, anguished. “You gotta believe me! I ain’t a fag, Karl!”

Karl smiled sadly. “Dude, it don’t matter what I believe. All that matters is gettin’ ya the help ya need.” He squeezed his shoulder. “Like I said, I’m here for ya.”

“Karl,” Cullen asked, holding his friend’s gaze. “Don’t let me leave the apartment tonight, Ok?” He shuddered. “If I try to go out, do whatever ya gotta do and stop me!”

Karl held up his hands. “I’ll do what I can, bro, but I can’t promise ya nuthin’. I mean, last night you were a gurl on a mission and it didn’t matter what I said. Ya were goin’ out and that was that.”

Cullen scowled at the use of the term, ‘gurl,’ and got up. “I’m gonna eat sumthin’ an’ go to bed.” He pointed down at Karl. “I’m countin’ on you to keep me inside tonight.”

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The next morning, the sheets felt different as he lay there–slicker than usual–and he scooted his butt around, trying to figure out what was wrong. Only when he sat up and looked down at his naked body did he realize what had happened: All of his body hair was gone! He was smooth all over! His pubes, balls, arms and legs. All completely bare of hair. He wailed in disbelief as he reached down and felt the alien sensation of soft, smooth, hairless skin. On his body! He shuddered. It felt like a girl!

His hand went to his face and he cried out when he realized his beard was gone, too. 

No beard!

Well, except for a pencil mustache but you could barely call that facial hair.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d shaved his beard; he’d gone through puberty early and had a full beard by the time he was sixteen. For more than six years, his cheeks had been covered in thick, brown hair. But now they were smooth as a baby’s ass. There wasn’t even a trace of stubble!

He crept out of his bedroom wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. Everything about his body felt wrong. The sensation of his hairless skin against the fabric of his boxers were bizarre. Even his crotch felt less substantial without his wooly pubes filling out the pouch of his underwear. 

Worse than the weirdness of being smooth all over, though, was the firm knowledge that he’d gone out again the night before and had no recollection of it. It left him shaken and fearful and confused, sensations that only increased when he sat down to eat his cereal and realized his butt was sore. Gingerly, he reached down to touch himself…down there…and drew back his hand in alarm. It was his butthole! It hurt like fuck and was burning hot to the touch!

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” he swore, moving his poor butt around on the chair to get comfortable. No position was satisfactory, though, and he was forced to get a cushion off the sofa. Even sitting on the cushion, though, his poor, beleaguered hole screamed in protest.

Karl strode out of his bedroom just as he was sitting down, wincing in pain. His friend shook his head, “I tried to stop ya, bro, but yer mean when yer high. You kicked me in the balls!”

Cullen stared up balefully at him. “High? I was high? How do you know?” 

Karl nodded. “Yep. High as a kite. Saw ya snortin’ this.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little, brown bottle. Cullen took it and examined it carefully but had no idea what it was. “Poppers, dude,” Karl explained. “Jenna looked it up online after ya left. Apparently, gay guys take ‘em before…well, before they engage in intercourse of the anal variety.”

A little mewl of despair came out of Cullen’s mouth before he could suppress it. The phrase, ‘Intercourse of the anal variety,’ kept repeating itself in his head as he felt his anus begin to throb.

It couldn’t be.

Could it?

Have I been…

He shuddered with revulsion.

…fucked up the ass?

He pulled the hood down over his face to cover his baby-smooth, blushing cheeks.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Karl–ever the observant friend–sat down next to him and craned his neck, taking in the fluffy cushion under Cullen’s butt. “Uh, bro,” he began carefully, “don’t ya think it’s a good idea if ya went to the doctor? I mean, if yer out doin’ drugs and havin’ butt sex, it’s prolly a good idea to see a healthcare professional.” He placed his hand on Cullen’s knee and squeezed. “I’m only sayin’ this outta concern for yer safety.” Another squeeze. “Lemme take ya. I got time before class starts.”

When Cullen didn’t reply, he sighed and lifted the hood away from his face. His eyes went round when he beheld the sight of his longtime friend without any trace of a beard. Cullen looked away, unable to bear the awkward bewilderment on Karl’s face. His buddy was looking at him like he was a total stranger. 

He pushed Karl’s hand away and pulled the hood back down over his face, saying, “No doctors! Juss leave me alone!”

***

A half hour later, he was wearing a hospital gown and lying on his back on an exam table at the student health clinic. His feet were in stirrups and a young doctor was peering into his anus with a speculum. Karl was seated beside him, holding his hand.

He wanted to die of embarrassment.

“There is some tearing,” Dr. Peters said, straightening and pulling down his mask. The overhead lights glinted off of his head mirror. “And redness, Mr. Bradshaw. Was this the first time you have engaged in anal sex?”

Cullen pulled his boxers on and sat up. “Yes,” he started to say but then amended, “I mean, no! I’ve never had anal sex! I’m straight!”

The doubtful look on the doctor’s face was enough to make him want to scream. He was opening his mouth to do just that when Karl stepped in. “Dr. Peters,” he rumbled, “I, uh, mighta been a little rough on him last night.” He squeezed Cullen’s hand apologetically. “We both got girlfriends and ain’t never done nuthin’ like this before. Thing is, we, um, didn’t plan on doing it. It’s juss that one thing led to ‘nother after rugby practice and, well, I didn’t use no lube.” He spread his huge hands. “They didn’t teach us ‘bout this sorta thing in sex ed. We were improvisin’.”

Cullen tried desperately to pull his hand away but Karl was too strong. He was forced to sit there with flaming cheeks, tacitly agreeing with lying words spilling out of his friend’s mouth. He didn’t really have a choice, though. What could he say? If he told the doctor the truth–that something possessed his body at night and made him do all sorts of profane, gay things–he’d been sent directly to a shrink or, worse, the psych ward. 

Karl had leveled with him before the appointment. Juss sit there an’ follow my lead, bro. I’ll handle it, he’d said, holding his finger in Cullen’s face, Unless, of course, ya wanna tell ‘em the truth. I ain’t gonna stop ya but I will say that yer more likely to get the care ya need if ya don’t tell ‘em the whole story. Cullen had scowled, hating Karl for being so adult-y with him. In the end, though, he’d consented to go along with his friend’s ruse.

Dr. Peters watched them levelly. “You need to use lubricant. We sell some here at the clinic if you need it.” Cullen lowered his head but looked up again when the doctor asked, “Are you on PReP? You know, the drug that helps protect against HIV if you take it regularly?” He searched their faces. “I’ll write you a prescription if you aren’t.” He paused, taking note of Cullen’s freaked-out expression and reached for his tablet computer. “There,” he pronounced, swiping it a few times, “it’ll be waiting for you in the pharmacy when you leave. Just make sure you take it. And here,” he said, giving them both some brochures. “Read up on these. They cover sexually transmitted diseases and their prevention. Oh, and you’ll want to abstain from more anal sex for a few days to give yourself a chance to heal. There are plenty of other things you can do in the meantime.” His eyes narrowed. “I’m sure you can use your imaginations.” 

Cheeks flaming, Cullen pushed himself off of the exam table. He had his back turned to the doctor as he stepped into his jeans when Peters dropped a bombshell. “Have you been tested for Hepatitis?” he asked, looking at Cullen’s backside. “I see you got a new tattoo and want to be sure you understand the risks of disease transmission through dirty needles.”

Cullen straightened, looking back at Dr. Peters askance. “Huh?” Beside him, Karl sighed and hung his head, refusing to look at him. “A tattoo? I don’t have no–”

“He got it last night,” Karl explained hurriedly. “We got a little drunk after our little sex-capade and wanted to commemorate the occasion.” He looked over at Cullen as he said this, shaking his head slightly. The message was clear: Go along with me, bro. I’ll explain later.

“I see. If you’ll excuse me,” Peters said, leaving the room briefly. “I’ll be right back.”

When he was gone, Cullen turned on Karl, demanding, “I have a tattoo? Where?”

Karl looked down at the floor. “I was gonna tell ya later ‘cuz yer under a lot of stress right now but, well, there’s no easy way to tell ya this, bro: Ya got a tramp stamp. And a big one.”

Cullen’s face drained of color. “A…tramp stamp?” His knees felt weak. “What is it of?”

“It’s, uh, well, it’s–”

“Just tell me, Karl!”

Karl looked unhappy. “It’s a pink heart with wings. Underneath it says, ‘Daddy’s Lil’ Faggot.’ It’s Ok, though! I’m sure you can get it removed!”

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Chapter 3

“Feelin’ any better, bro?”

They’d skipped classes and headed directly to the first open bar they could find. Cullen was well into his fifth beer and would’ve ordered a sixth if Karl hadn’t stopped him. His big friend was completely sober, sipping an iced tea. 

“No. If anythin’ I feelth worsh,” Cullen slurred. “I fuggin’ hayth my lifth.” He cradled his head in his hands. “Oh, fuckth, Karlth! Wha da fuckth ith happenin’ to me?! I ain’t no fagth!”

“At least ya got tested for HIV and hep and yer on PReP,” Karl soothed. “Things could be worse.”

Cullen stared back at him unsteadily. “Whuth goin’ on, bro? Why thith happen’ to me?”

Karl shrugged. “Dunno but don’t worry, bud. We’ll get to the, uh, bottom of this somehow.”

“Yer suchth a gooth fwend!” Unbidden, Cullen’s eyes filled with tears. He reached out and took Karl’s hand and squeezed. 

Karl looked around–they were in a sports bar that was usually filled with men who didn’t necessarily take kindly to homos–he relaxed, though, when he realized the place was mostly empty. The bartender saw but didn’t seem to mind. He squeezed his hand in return, soothing, “I’m yer bro, man. I got yer back.”

***

It was fortunate that Cullen got drunk on a day when there wasn’t any rugby practice, otherwise his position on the team would have been seriously in jeopardy. Because he was too wasted to attend class, they headed back to their apartment where Karl met up with Jenna. Not long after they got there, Cullen got a text from Merla, one of his many girlfriends, asking if he wanted to hook up, but he declined. He couldn’t stand the thought of a woman seeing him like this: Shorn of hair, covered in bruises and hickeys, and sporting an obscene, gay tattoo over his butt. Plus, his poor asshole was throbbing and all he wanted to do was soak in a warm bath with epsom salts.

Jenna and Karl stayed in, he knew, because they wanted to keep an eye on him. He was privately relieved, mostly because he hoped they would stop him from going out at night. As an extra measure, he had Karl buy him a bunch of energy drinks at the corner store. “I’m gonna stay up all night,” he promised, guzzling down two of the bottles. “And you gotta help me keep awake.”

“We’ll do our best,” Karl promised. “But I need some sleep and Jenna craves the bone.” He patted his significant bulge, winking slyly. Jenna batted him on the arm.

Cullen watched them enviously. Had it only been two days ago when he’d been happily fucking a different chick several days a week? The memory of those carefree encounters left him feeling haunted. If only he’d know how good he had it! He’d give anything to go back to those good ol’ days.

***

Awaking the next morning in the early light of dawn, he yawned and stretched, momentarily forgetting about his nocturnal curse. He froze, though, when he realized that, despite his best efforts to stay awake, he’d fallen asleep. Suddenly panicked, he proceeded to check his body for more unwelcome changes. He sighed with relief when he felt his butt–it was still tender but not nearly as sore as the day before. Then he looked down at his naked body, surveying it critically. He was still hairless and smooth over, not even a trace of stubble. He’d never shaved himself before but he thought he should at least be able to feel some hair growing back. But, no, he was smooth as a baby from head to toe.

He was about to relax, convinced that he’d somehow escaped further humiliation, when he noticed his fingernails.

They were painted with bright pink nail polish.

He wrinkled his nose, staring at his hands. WTF? Nail polish?

Concerned, he took his foot in hand and looked at it, groaning when he realized his toenails were pink as well.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, although part of him was relieved that the pink nail polish appeared to be the worst of it.

He was eating cereal when Karl emerged from the bathroom, clad in only a pair of baggy boxers and scratching his balls. “Nice do, bro,” he commented as he walked past. “I like the skunk tail.”

Cullen froze and then dropped his spoon, hands flying to his head. “Jesus! Fuck, no!” he wailed when he felt his hair. He had a new haircut! He couldn’t tell exactly but it sure felt like his shaggy curls had been cut into a mullet. He sprang up from the table and dashed into the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror.

“FUCK! Earrings, too?!”

His beautiful, full head of hair had been reshaped into an ugly mullet and then dyed down the center in a hideously white skunk stripe. Worse, pink diamond earrings dangled from his lobes. He blinked, hardly recognizing himself anymore with the fucking mullet, pencil mustache, smooth cheeks and girly earrings.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” he cried. “What am I gonna do? I can’t go out looking like this!”

Karl appeared at his shoulder, resting a warm hand on his back. “Sure ya can, bro! Yer Cullen fuckin’ Bradshaw! Top dawg on campus and a fuckin’ stud. It’s gonna take more than a haircut and some earrings to destroy yer reputation.” He smiled, chucking him under the chin. “Now let’s get ready for class and slay the ladies!”

Cullen looked at him in the mirror, trying to detect any hint of mockery but Karl was serious. He found himself smiling back at his beloved friend and, squaring his shoulders, straightened and turned on the shower.

After rinsing off, he tried to remove the earrings but the fucking things appeared to be welded into his earlobes. He gave up after a few minutes because he was late for class. He scurried into his bedroom to get dressed and then commenced hollering at the top of his lungs when he opened his dresser drawers.

“What the fuck are you caterwauling ‘bout, bro?!” Karl demanded, stomping in and looking over his shoulder. His thick eyebrows shot upwards, though, when he saw the contents of Cullen’s dresser. “Well, at least nobody can say yer clothes’re lacking in color or brevity, bro.” He picked up one of the skimpy thongs that filled Cullen’s underwear drawer, nodding to himself. “I can see you in this. Maybe not in the locker room or on the rugby pitch…but on those, ya know, extra special nights.” He winked suggestively, swishing the disgusting underwear in Cullen’s face.

Cullen turned on him, exasperated. “Oh, fuck you! I can’t wear these!” He ran to his closet and collapsed to his knees when saw that all of his former clothing was gone, replaced with only the pinkest and sheerest attire. Pink lamé crop tops, leather pants, and satin…the list of pink items went on and on. He held his head in his hands, sobbing, “I can’t take it no more! I give up! I fuckin’ give up! What the fuck am I gonna do?!”

Fortunately, he had Karl. 

“Listen, bro,” the big guy soothed, squatting down next to him and staring him in the face. “You got this. It ain’t that bad.”

“H-H-How can you say that?” Culen sniffed, tears filling his eyes. “Karl, you gotta help me! Please! Something’s really wrong!” He gestured at the clothes hanging in the closet and then down at himself. “THIS ISN’T ME! I’M NOT GAY! I’M STRAIGHT! ONE HUNDRED PERCENT!”

Karl’s expression softened. “Who cares if ya are gay, bro?” He shrugged his mountainous shoulders. “I don’t. I couldn’t care less. I juss want ya to be happy. That’s all. I want my best bro in the whole, wide world to be happy.” He reached out and mussed his mullet, chuckling. “Now let’s get you dressed. We’re late for class.”

***

Cullen strode out of the apartment ten minutes later wearing Karl’s clothes. His big friend was taller than him but also slimmer around the waist which meant Cullen could barely cram his ass inside Karl’s sweatpants. Cullen’s shoulders were also wider which meant that Karl’s t-shirt was stretched tight across his bulging pecs. He was extremely self-conscious about his big ass and nipples poking out but it was better than going to class in a thong and a crop top. 

The thing that bothered him the most, however, was having to squeeze into Karl’s boxers. He couldn’t help thinking that his junk was cupped in the same pouch that normally held Karl’s hulking schlong and his tender asshole was rubbing against the same fabric that was stained with Karl’s skid marks. He shuddered, pushing the unwelcome thoughts out of his mind. Overall, though, he had to admit he was extremely thankful for Karl’s help. If he lived alone…well, let’s just say there’s no way he would have left his apartment until the Amazon driver delivered a new wardrobe.

He tried to pretend that he was just as badass as ever but the truth was that he felt incredibly fragile. His masculine pride was wounded every time someone snickered at his dangling earrings and skunk mullet. The dude at the cafe actually laughed in his face when he saw the pink nail polish coating his fingertips. Cullen scowled, wishing he’d had time to remove the horrible stuff before leaving the apartment.

“Don’t listen to ‘em,” Karl murmured at his side. “Jenna’ll swing by our place later and help ya remove the polish. She might even be able to cut off yer earrings. She has da hookup. You know how girls are.”

Class was bad enough but rugby was torture. Karl stood behind him while he pulled down his sweats, blocking the view of his awful tramp stamp. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything to hide the fact that he was bare of hair from the top down. He stood there, feeling his back, neck and shoulders go beet red as the guys took in the sight of his denuded body.

“Do a little ‘manscaping,’ Bradshaw?” one guy taunted, ogling Cullen’s hairless dick and balls. “Ya look cute like dat. Makes yer little man look more like a lil’ boy.”

“Shut the fuck up, Williams!” Cullen barked, mustering the shreds of his dignity. It was difficult to do so, though, when he could feel the earrings swinging against his neck. He pulled up his jockstrap and stepped into his nylon shorts, aware of the heat rising up his cheeks.

“Hey, Bradshaw! Over here!” Coach Alvarez called out. “In my office. NOW!”

Cullen sighed, trudging past a line of his snickering teammates. He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead but he knew they were staring at his baby smooth chest, swollen nipples, earrings and mullet. It was the worst day in his long career as a rugger.

He closed the door behind him as he entered Alvarez’s office. “You wanted to see me, Coach?”

Alvarez raked Cullen up and down with his flinty gaze. “What the fuck is goin’ on with you, man?” he demanded. “Why are you,” he gestured at Cullen’s body, “you know, like this?” He pointed at the hoop earrings. “You can’t wear those out on the field! It’s too dangerous. There’s a reason we have a dress code, Bradshaw! Those earrings have gotta go!”

Cullen hung his head. “I-I-I know, Coach! I tried to take ‘em out but they’re stuck on!” He held up his hands placatingly. “But don’t worry! I’ll cut ‘em off tonight.”

Alvarez’s expression was stony and he was scowling. Finally, he nodded, “Ok, I’ll hold ya to that but there’s no way I’m gonna let ya practice with the rest of the guys today. You can run drills instead.” He turned and sat back down at this desk, dismissing him.

***

Cullen was so despondent by the end of practice that he forgot all about his tattoo when he stripped down and trudged into the showers. He was reminded very quickly, though, when he turned his back to the guys and was greeted with gales of laughter and catcalls.

“‘Daddy’s Lil’ Faggot’?” Williams read aloud, clutching his stomach. “Seriously, bro? What a way to come outta the closet, Bradshaw! Hahahahaha!”

Cullen jumped and spun around, hiding the tramp stamp from view, but it was too late; the damage had already been done. He stood there in the spray of the shower, holding his hands over his crotch, his shoulders hunched in shame and his face blazing pink.

Karl strode in just then and came to his defense. “Jesus, what a bunch of homophobes!” he growled, shaking his shaggy head. “Would ya listen to all of you? What the fuck’s wrong with you? So what if Cullen might be gay? Who the fuck cares?!”

“Say, Jasperson,” Williams drawled, looking Karl up and down. “Don’t you and Bradshaw live together? Are ya tryna tell us yer boyfriends?” He guffawed, looking around at his naked teammates for support and was encouraged when a bunch of them joined in his laughter. “Jesus,” he swore. “No wonder we’re losin’ so much! The teams fillin’ up with a bunch of faggots!”

Unlike Cullen, who was cowed by the laughter, Karl was unphased. He crossed his beefy arms and stood there with his long, thick cock dangling between his furry thighs and an expression of utter contempt on his bearded face. He had, Cullen realized then, never looked more manly. Rather than confronting his teammates, though, he called out loudly, “Coach! Hey, Coach Alvarez! Come in there. We gotta talk ‘bout sumthin’!”

The team fell silent a moment later when Alvarez entered, standing in the doorway to the showers. He glowered at Karl, folding his arms. “Yeah?”

Karl gestured over to Cullen. “The guys here were juss pickin’ on Cullen ‘cuz he’s wearin’ earrings and has a tattoo over his ass.” He shook his head sadly. “Can you believe they actually used the f-word? And I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout ‘fuck’.”

Coach Alvarez looked from Karl to Cullen, swallowing. “Yeah?”

“Well?!” Karl prompted. “Ain’t ya gonna say nuthin’ to ‘em?” He swept out his arm to indicate his snickering teammates. “Ya know all ‘bout the rules and I’m pretty sure there’s an anti-discrimination policy that covers sexual orientation. Now, I ain’t sayin’ that Cullen’s gay but it don’t matter, right? ‘Cuz the policy covers everyone, regardless of how they identify.”

Alvarez looked like he wanted to bolt but he stood his ground, nodding. “That’s right.”

“Good.” Karl was smiling but the smile never reached his eyes. “Now go on and tell these guys to knock it off and, while yer at it, tell ‘em never to say nuthin’ homophobic never again even when ya ain’t around.” He held up his finger, warning, “‘Cuz if you don’t and if they do, I’m fuckin’ walkin’ off this team and I ain’t never coming back. And Cullen’ll do the same.”

The threat hung in the air and for a moment there was no sound except for the spray of the showers. Everyone in that room knew that Cullen and Karl were the two best players on the team. If they left, the team’s chances of winning the trophy that season would be over.

Alvarez stared down at his shoes, the tips of his ears pink. Then he raised his head and proceeded to lambaste the team, telling them in no uncertain terms that homophobia and any other kind of discrimination were forbidden. Further, he declared, any breach of this policy would result in a player’s immediate expulsion from the team.

***

Chapter 4

Cullen looked over at Karl as they walked back to their apartment after practice. “You were amazin’, bro.” He swallowed, blinking back tears. “I’m so glad yer my friend.”

Karl slung an arm over his shoulders and hugged him close. “Just bein’ an ally, bro,” he murmured. “And protectin’ my best friend.” He looked over and smiled. “‘Cuz I love ya, man. You know that, right?”

A tear ran down Cullen’s smooth cheek. He brushed it away, saying, “I do. You actually make me wish I really was gay…and you were, too. ‘Cuz I can’t think of nobody I’d rather be gay with.” He blushed as soon as the words left his lips and tried to walk them back but Karl stopped him.

“Shhh, bro. I feel the same way.” He looked up at the setting sun, squinting. “Kinda funny how life works, ain’t it? I mean, who woulda thought that we’d end up like this? You an’ me, slayin’ not juss the ladies but the homophobes, too! Haha!”

***

Jenna couldn’t remove either the nail polish or the earrings. “I give up!” she sighed. “I can’t do it!” She let go of the earring on his right ear and set down the pliers, saying, “You’ll need to go to a jeweler and have them cut it off with a metal saw. As for the nails, well, you’re gonna have to just wait until the stuff wears off.”

“How long will that take?” Cullen wailed, a note of hysteria in his voice.

“A month? Maybe more?” Jenna shook her head. “I’ve never seen polish like that before. It’s like it’s ingrained into yer nails.”

Cullen swallowed, looking down at those awful, pink nails. He sucked on his lower lip to stop from crying. After everything that happened to him today, he had used up all of his emotional reserves and was a nervous wreck.

“S’Ok, bro,” Karl said, sitting down next to him on the sofa, a can of beer in his hand. “Lotsa guys wear polish these days. It’s fashionable.”

“I don’t believe you!”

Karl chuckled. “Look at the bright side: There ain’t much more that can happen to you.” He gestured at Cullen’s body and hair. “I mean, ya can’t possibly get no gayer than ya are now!”

Cullen thrust out his lower lip. “Thanks, Karl. You always know how to–” His voice cut off, though, when his iPhone buzzed. He looked down at it, frowning when he saw it was his mother. He sighed and answered the call, bracing when his mom let loose with a string of profanity. Jenna and Karl sat beside him, looking freaked out, while his mother verbally proceeded to ream him a new asshole. He was shaking when he hung up and stared down at his lap. 

“Well, bro?” Karl prompted. “Don’t leave us hangin’! What’s the old lady all worked up ‘bout now?”

“My credit card,” Cullen revealed unhappily. “It’s maxed out. Worse, she’s seen all of the transactions. She knows I bought a bunch of thongs and fetishware.” He dropped his head in his hands. “She knows everything!”

***

He was petrified to go to bed that night until Karl finally offered to sleep with him. “I’ll keep ya safe, bro. Don’t worry,” he promised, pinching his cheeks. “I won’t let ya leave the bedroom.” He looked over at Jenna, asking, “That Ok with you?” Jenna looked unhappy with the proposal but nonetheless grumbled her assent. Not long afterwards, she left to go back to her apartment.

They climbed into bed together, feeling awkward. Cullen had never slept in the same bed with another man and felt like doing so put his already tenuous claim to heterosexuality at further risk. Karl, though, was more sanguine. “C’mon, bro, it’ll be fun!” he said, patting the mattress next to me. “C’mere and rest yer head on my chest.”

Cullen started to refuse but then found himself complying. He lay down, placing his head on Karl’s warm, muscular, furry chest, and sighed. Karl chuckled, caressing his head and murmuring fondly. “That’s right, bro,” he whispered. “Juss lay there and lemme take care of you. It’ll be alright.”

***

He awoke the next morning with another pounding headache. Rolling over in bed next to Karl, he froze. “What the–?” He sat up–or tried to–it was difficult because he was seated on two, big cushions. He rolled up and then tipped back down, breaking out in a cold sweat when he realized they weren’t cushions. 

They were part of him.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” he howled, wrapping up in the covers and wishing he was dead. “WHEN IS IT GONNA STOP!?”

Karl stirred, groggy. “What’s wrong, bro? Why’re ya cryin’?”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT ME!” Cullen screamed, still wrapped in blankets. “HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!”

“I was here all night, bro,” Karl replied, sounding confused. “Whatsa matter?”

“IT’S NOT FAIR!” Cullen cried. “WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?!”

Karl took him in his arms and held him, peeling back the covers so he could see Cullen’s face. “Easy, bro,” he cajoled. “Yer Ok. Everything’ll be Ok. Now tell me what happened? I swear you were next to me all night.” He paused thoughtfully. “Either that or I slept so sound I didn’t notice when ya got up.”

Cullen made no reply, he was too busy crying. The alien sensation of his unnaturally enlarged buttocks resting beneath him had finally succeeded in pushing him over the edge. It took a long time before Karl managed to get him to calm down. When he finally did, it took a lot more pleading on Karl’s part before he convinced him to stagger out of bed and show him what had become of his buttocks.

Karl was dumbstruck.

“Ho-lee fuck,” he gasped, gaping at Cullen’s giant, soft, pillowy, jiggly ass cheeks. “How the fuck did that happen?” He leaned in closer and reached out to touch one of those immensely swollen globes, shaking his head. “There ain’t even no scars.” He squinted. “Only a couple tiny incisions. I didn’t know that was possible.”

“IT IS POSSIBLE!” Cullen wailed. “I’M LIVING PROOF!” He collapsed down on the bed, wincing as his giant cakes spread out like Jello beneath him. “Oh, Karl! What the fuck am I gonna do!?”

Karl sat up, rubbing his temples. “Don’t worry, bro. If they can implant those things in ya overnight, they can take ‘em out again just as fast. We juss have to make a visit to a plastic surgeon’s office and get on their schedule.”

“BUT HOW WILL I PAY FOR IT?” Cullen whined. “I already maxed out my credit card without even knowing it!” Then another, worse thought occurred to him. “AND HOW DID I PAY FOR IT LAST NIGHT?” He turned to Karl, panic-stricken. “Did I steal yer credit card? Somebody else’s?”

“I’ll check,” Karl assured. “But, even if ya did, I’m sure we can reverse the charge.” He shook his head. “I dunno how much all that costs but I’d wager silicone ass implants ain’t cheap.”

Cullen barely heard him. While Karl was talking, he happened to look down at his naked crotch. His penis and testicles, he noticed for the first time, were wrapped in gauze. That was weird enough on its own but it was something else that filled him with cold dread.

His bulge should have been bigger.

A lot bigger.

He blinked, squinting down at it.

But, no, it was far from large. In fact, the tiny mound loosely wrapped in gauze was barely a quarter of its usual size.

***

“I like it. It’s cute.” Karl smiled, reaching out to tweak what remained of his penis.

Cullen turned beet red, screaming, “OH, FUCK YOU, KARL! FUCK YOU TO HELL!”

Karl looked up from his crotch and then back down, shrugging, “I stand by my words, bro. You got a super cute lil’ clit between yer legs.”

“It’s a penis, Karl!” Cullen insisted, his voice rising an octave. “A PENIS!”

“Not no more,” Karl pronounced. “You ain’t got no balls and yer peanut only barely pokes outta yer pubes. I’d say that makes it more of a clit than a dick.”

Cullen scowled deeply. “Is that ‘sposed to make me feel better? ‘Cuz it don’t! Look at me! I’ve been fuckin’ castrated! I’m not even a man anymore!”

“Bro.” Karl stood up and looked down at him, his brown eyes soft. “Yer juss as much of a man as ya were last night. Havin’ a clit don’t mean yer a girl.” He placed his big hands on his shoulders, squeezing. “Look, I know it’s a rude awakening. Hell, I’d be pissed as shit if I were you,” he gestured down at Cullen’s little nub, “but what’s done is done. Unless there’s a miracle surgery I don’t know ‘bout, there ain’t no way to bring back yer pecker. Yer stuck like that and had better make the most of it. Ya know what they say, right? When life hands you a lemon–”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Cullen huffed, pushing his hands off. “I can’t take any more of this shit!”

He stared in dismay down at his crotch, still unable to believe what he was seeing. In addition to having massive silicone implants stuffed into his ass cheeks, he’d also been neutered and had his penis snipped down to the size of a tiny knob. Only one, tiny incision under the base of his nublet betrayed any evidence of the heinous procedure. It was sewn up with three stitches and it didn’t even hurt, beyond a slight, dull ache. How? How could this happen?

He didn’t have long to ponder the question because his phone buzzed just then. He looked down at it, seeing a notification from an unfamiliar app. He furrowed his brow, reading aloud, “Grindr? What’s that? I never installed an app like that. And why’s it in Spanish?”

Karl picked the phone up, reacting with stunned surprise when he read the message. Looking up at Cullen, he explained, “Grindr is a gay hookup app and some dude named ‘Gustavo’ just messaged you on it. Says he’s heading over now to collect his money.”

“A…gay…hookup…app…?” Cullen repeated, chest clenching. “Fuck! No!”

“Fuck, yes.” Karl tossed the phone back to him. “He says he’ll be here in five minutes.”

Cullen panicked, flapping his hands. “What do I do? Oh, fuck! Karl! What do I do? How’s he know where I live?”

Karl’s eyes narrowed. “C’mon, bro! Ain’t you never used a hookup app before? They all have geolocation turned on by default. Makes it easier for people to, ya know, hook up.”

Falling down on the bed, his ass cheeks spreading out beneath him, Cullen whined, “OMG! He’s coming here to collect money! But why? What would I owe him money for?”

“Uh, let’s think ‘bout this,” Karl drawled sarcastically. “D’ya think maybe ol’ Gustavo is the one who paid for this?”

Cullen stared up at him in confusion. “For what? What did he pay for?” Panic made him dense; he was completely mystified what Karl was getting at.

“Yer nub and ass implants, dumbfuck!” Karl sighed, sitting down next to him. “Jesus, bro! Are ya dumb as well as gay? Think for once in yer goddamned life!”

This was Cullen’s first clue that Karl was just as worked up as he was about the bizarre and horrible situation. His friend never talked to him like that unless he was really stressed out. Even though he knew this, he still felt hurt and hung his head, blinking back tears.

“Aw, bro!” Karl said, hugging him against his side. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean that. Aw, gees, don’t cry! Ya know I can’t stand it when ya cry!” When Cullen continued to sob, Karl took his chin in his hand and turned his face so he couldn’t look away. “You stay here, bro. I’ll take care of Gustavo. I speak Spanish and I’m sure we can work sumthin’ out.”

“Y-Y-You’re sure?” Cullen whined, ashamed at how shaken and terrified he was. “Y-Y-You don’t mind?”

Karl shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. Sit tight and wait here.” He got up and was heading out of the bedroom when he stopped and turned around, warning, “Whatever you do, don’t leave this room, Ok? I mean it, bro. No matter what, you stay in here. Got it?” Cullen nodded tearfully and Karl smiled. “Good. That’s my cute lil’ man!”

He strode out and closed the door behind him.

***

First, there was shouting. In Spanish. Cullen didn’t understand a word of it but he recognized Karl’s deep, guttural voice and was surprised how fluent his friend was. He’d forgotten that Karl had spent a year in Argentina as an exchange student back in high school. Apparently, he’d learned a lot of Spanish in that time.

Next, there was fighting. Cullen sat on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands when he heard the first punch land. This was followed by a low moan and then more punches. Another moan, louder this time. And then one last, heavy punch.

Finally, there was silence.

Cullen was beside himself but he remembered Karl’s warning and didn’t open the door.

After a long time, he heard footsteps and then Karl was standing in the doorway, holding an ice pack over his eye. There was blood running down his mouth but, other than that, he looked Ok. Cullen sprang up from the bed and grabbed his big, studly friend in a desperate hug. “Karl!” he cried. “Are you alright? What happened? Is he gone?”

Karl swallowed a mouthful of blood before grunting, “It’s over. He’s gone. I convinced him never to come back.”

Cullen was so relieved he burst into tears, clutching his big, strong bro and burying his face into his chest.

It turned out that Karl was only half right. While Gustavo did indeed never show his face again, the situation was far from over. Cullen was tending to Karl’s wounds, dabbing his eyebrow with iodine, when his phone buzzed. This was followed by another buzz and then another. Soon, it was vibrating constantly as one text message after another flooded his inbox. 

Karl reached over and picked up the phone just as a call from Cullen’s mother came through. He sent it to voicemail, looking up at Cullen with haunted eyes. Swallowing hard, he said, “Looks like our friend, Gustavo, has exacted his revenge. He just posted a video of you sucking his cock on the university’s Facebook, Instagram and Twitter accounts, bro.”

***

Chapter 5

Karl sat with him throughout the meltdown. Cullen was only vaguely aware of his friend’s presence on the couch next to him. He was too busy sobbing and carrying on to notice. As if the ass implants and penis reduction weren’t enough, having his gay antics spread on social media was the final ember that set the fire of self-loathing and despair ablaze.

He had no idea how long the storm of tears lasted and woke up hours later as if from a bitter nightmare. Oddly, having an illicit video of him sucking cock circulating on social media wasn’t what galled him the most. No, it was something else, something closer to home that really broke him.

“I’ll never have kids!” he wailed after the worst of the episode had subsided. “I’ll never be a dad!”

Karl lay his hand on his back. “You don’t know that, bro. Didn’t ya sock away some sperm in a sperm bank a couple years ago when they found that growth on one of yer balls?”

Cullen looked up at him, rubbing his eyes. “I forgot about that! But, yeah, the doctors had me do it in case it turned out to be cancer.” He brightened. “They still have my sperm, Karl! I can still be a dad!”

“Glad to hear it!” Karl smiled, removing the ice pack from his eye.

“God, Karl! Your eye is all black and blue!” He reached up and touched it gently.

“Easy, bro,” Karl said, flinching. “It hurts.”

“I’m so sorry! This is all my fault!”

“It’s not yer fault.” Karl smiled and his split lip cracked open, causing a little trickle of blood to run down his bearded chin. “If I’ve learned anything over the past couple days, it’s that sumthin’ real weird’s goin’ on. For what it’s worth, I believe you when you say ya don’t remember doin’ none of them gay things. I don’t got no idea what’s really happenin’ but I know it ain’t you, bro.”

“Thanks.” Cullen smiled back at his friend, dabbing at the blood with a napkin. “That means a lot to hear you say that, bro. It makes me feel like I’m not going crazy after all!”

Karl shook his head. “Nope, not crazy. Adorable, maybe. But definitely not crazy!”

For some reason, this made Cullen blush and he swallowed, eyes darting up to meet Karl’s gaze before darting away again.

They sat in awkward silence until Karl cleared his throat. “Lemme take ya home tonight, bro.”

Cullen looked at him. “You mean back to my mom’s? Why?”

Karl shrugged. “It’s Friday and too much shit’s happenin’ here. You need to get away and let this blow over.” He patted Cullen’s knee, “Plus, bein’ out in the country prolly ain’t a bad idea. If we hide the car keys, you won’t have nowhere to run off to if ya ‘go homo’ again tonight.”

Cullen paused, considering. “I hadn’t thought about that. But what ‘bout my mom? She already wanted to kill me when she found out I maxed out my credit card.” He rubbed his eyes, tears springing afresh. “What if she hates me, Karl? What if she kicks me out of the house?!”

“She ain’t gonna do that, bro,” Karl soothed, caressing his knee. “She’s yer mom! If there’s one thing I know, it’s that yer mom loves you more than anything in the world. She might be pissed at you but she’s on yer side. Always will be.”

***

Cullen had Meltdown #2 when Karl convinced him to take a shower before heading to his mom’s place. He waddled into the bathroom with his massive cakes sloshing back and forth and caught sight of himself in the mirror. It was bad enough that his ass hung out behind him like a giant, obscene caboose and his proud man-cock had been snipped down to a peanut.

But there was more.

“My lips!” he wailed, pursing them and shuddering at the ugly duckling staring back at him in the mirror. “What the fuck happened to ‘em? Why’re they so big?” He turned and looked accusingly back at Karl. “Why didn’t you tell me my lips are huge?!”

Karl looked off to the side. “Sorry, bro, but I figured ya had enough to freak out about. I didn’t need to add to it.”

Cullen couldn’t stop staring at his absurdly swollen lips. “I look like Kim Kardashian’s homely sister!” he wailed. “What am I gonna do?!”

“It’s prolly juss collagen, bro.” Karl took him by the shoulders and forcibly turned him away from the mirror. “I’m pretty sure collagen gets absorbed back into the body after a while. At least that’s what Jenna tells me. You’ll be fine in a few months.”

“A few months???!!!”

“Shh, bro. Ya look super cute with full lips. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Karl turned on the shower, holding his hand in the spray until it turned warm.

Cullen cast one last, mournful look at himself in the mirror and noticed something else. “Tan lines! I’ve got fuckin’ tan lines!” He turned and stared at his hugely inflated butt cheeks in the mirror. His normally pale, white skin was at least ten shades darker…except for the stark outline of the thong strings over his wide hips and down the cleft of his hairless butt. He frowned when he saw the pale white triangle of untanned skin over his pubes. It really drew attention to his nonexistent balls and tiny nublet. “I look like a freak!”

Karl looked over his shoulder, studying him. “Ya weren’t that tan this morning when ya woke up, dude. It’s only been in the past few hours that yer skin has darkened so much. Ya musta had a long session in a tanning bed after yer procedures.”

“What? But–”

“Juss take a shower and let’s go, bro,” Karl said, stripping out his boxers and blood-stained t-shirt. “C’mon. Hop in with me.”

Cullen forgot all about his swollen lips and ugly tan lines as he was confronted by the magnificence of Karl’s naked body. Why had he never noticed how big and muscular and hung his friend was? He shivered. Karl was so tall! So manly! Fuck, he was gorgeous!

Karl caught him staring and winked, motioning for him to join him in the shower. Cullen swallowed hard and then stepped inside. He leaned back into Karl’s hard, ripped body and allowed his friend to gently soap him up.

***

His mother’s car wasn’t in the driveway when they pulled up. It was still relatively early and she was probably still at work, Cullen decided. He had Karl text her–he couldn’t bear to look at his own phone. It was still loaded up with all the hateful and homophobic messages that had flooded his phone after his cocksucking vid went public. While Karl texted, he busied himself unloading their suitcases.

“She says she’ll be home in an hour,” Karl said, looking up from his phone. “And that she loves you.” He smiled. “See? I tole ya yer mom’s the best. She adores both of her sons.” Looking around, he asked, “Do ya ‘spose I could stay here with ya, bro?” He lowered his eyes. “I mean, juss to keep an eye on ya, ya know.”

Suddenly bashful, Cullen looked back at him through his long eyelashes. His cheeks were warm. Finally, he said, “Yes, please! I couldn’t do this without you.” He looked up and blushed before looking down again. “Won’t yer parents be mad, though?” Karl’s family lived only a few miles down the dirt road.

“Not if I don’t tell ‘em,” Karl replied, pushing down the bill of Cullen’s ball cap. (Cullen had donned the cap to hide his skunk-tail mullet from his mother. Not that a hat would do much good, given all of his other changes.)

Cullen giggled, playfully shoving him away. “You can stay in my room,” he offered. “It’ll be juss like old times.” Karl had stayed over many nights throughout their childhood and teenage years, sleeping on an air mattress on the floor of his bedroom.

“‘Cept this time,” Karl added, grinning, “I’m sleeping on the bed with you.”

Cullen’s heart was pounding in his chest. When he looked up, Karl was positively eating him up with his hungry gaze. He looked away, unsure what was going on. This was completely new territory for both of them!

His kid brother, Bowen, had just gotten home from rugby practice and was standing at the kitchen sink, scarfing down food. He’d grown–a lot–in just a month since Cullen had seen him last and he barely recognized the towering, muscular man that Bowen had become. Bowen was a good three inches taller than him and plenty wider. With curly, brown hair and green eyes, he drew more than his share of attention from girls. He was still covered in mud and grime from practice and wearing his rugby training uniform. His massive, hairy quads stretched his nylon shorts thin and his more-than-man-sized bulge thrust out before him. (Obviously not wearing a cup, it was even possible to see the big ridge of his glans through the thin nylon.) Cullen couldn’t help feeling jealous as he stared at him. He’d looked much like Bowen until just days ago. Now…well, now no one would describe him as studly ever again.

He paused in the doorway, uncertain if he could take his little brother seeing him like this. Bowen was so absorbed in gobbling down food that he hadn’t even heard them come in. Karl squeezed his shoulder behind him, though, saying, “Juss go on, bro. He’s gotta see ya sometime.”

He lurched forward, feeling his booty cheeks jiggling behind him. He’d been unable to find a pair of Karl’s pants that fit him and was wearing a super tight pair of pink Lycra tights from his closet. He felt completely ridiculous but it was better than a thong and fishnet stockings!

Bowen looked up, his face going pale. After a moment, though, he recovered as recognition dawned in his gaze and he shouted, “What the fuck, bro?! Is this yer idea of a sick joke?! I can’t believe you have the balls to show up here looking like that!”

Cullen was mystified. Of all the reactions he expected from his kid brother, this was at the bottom of the list. “Huh? What’re you talking about?”

Bowen’s eyes blazed with hatred. “Don’t fuckin’ pretend ya don’t know! Jesus, what kind of an asshole are you, bro?” When Cullen merely continued to blink back at him in confusion, he made an inarticulate sound and then he sagged against the countertop. He dropped his head in his hands, refusing to look up at him.

Cullen was frozen in place. Nothing Bowen said made any sense. After a while, Karl nudged him forward, saying, “Juss go hug him, bro. He needs his big brother!”

Cullen swallowed. He and Bowen weren’t exactly the hugging types and he was pretty sure that a hug was the last thing his brother wanted from him right then. But then Karl gave him a little push and he found himself wrapping his arms around his kid brother for the first time in years. At first, Bowen stiffened but then he leaned against him, putting his head down on his shoulder.

“It’s Ok,” Cullen soothed. “What’s wrong, Bowie? I mean, I know I look like a freak but–”

“Y-Y-You look just like him!” Bowen stammered before doing the unthinkable and sobbing.

“Who?” Cullen was genuinely baffled. He was also in shock; the last time he’d seen Bowen cry was over ten years ago.

“Oh, c’mon, bro!” Bowen huffed. “Don’t gimme that shit. You ‘xactly who ya look like!”

When Cullen continued to insist he didn’t, Bowen pulled away, extracting his phone from his shorts. He flipped through it until he found a photo. Sticking the phone in his face, he spat, “Him! Now don’t tell me you didn’t know!”

Cullen blinked when he saw the screen. It was an obituary for someone named Dario Velasquez. His blood ran cold when he realized his brother wasn’t lying; he really did look a lot like the man in the picture. In the photo, Dario smiled back at the camera, bedecked completely in pink. His brown hair had been styled into a mullet with a skunk stripe down the center and he wore hoop earrings with pink diamonds. His lips were unnaturally full and he sported a little pencil mustache.

Karl took the phone and stared at the photo, looking from Cullen and back to the phone. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Dario really changed!”

Cullen looked up at him. “Dario? You know him?”

Karl nodded. “Uh, yeah. And so do you, dude. Remember how ya used to pick on him all the time? Ya made his life a livin’ hell for the last two years of high school.”

“I-I-I did?” Cullen tried desperately to remember who Dario was. Finally, he exclaimed, “You mean Rio? This is Rio?” He studied the photo of the grown man, trying to square him with the thin, nerdy, effeminate kid he remembered from high school. It took a long time but finally he did. “Fuck,” he exhaled. “It is Rio. Jesus Fuck.”

Bowen took the phone back. “He killed himself last week, bro. He’s dead.”

“Dead?” Cullen felt like the ground was shifting beneath his feet. He reached out and steadied himself on the counter, repeating, “He’s dead?”

Bowen glowered at him. “Yeah, dead. You happy?”

It was like his brother had slapped him. “What?! No! Why would you say that?”

Bowen rolled his eyes. “Like Karl said, you bullied him all through high school. You an’ a bunch of other guys.” His red-rimmed eyes bore into his own. “In fact, I clearly remember you telling him he should kill himself. You yelled it at him from across the cafeteria once.”

“No, I never–”

“Uh, yeah, ya did, bro,” Karl corrected. “I was there. It was right after I got back from Argentina and I remember goin’ to look for Rio afterwards. I spoke to him in Spanish.” He paused, sighing. “He was cryin’ in the bathroom.”

Cullen felt like he’d been sucker punched. Not only did he feel like a complete monster for bullying a man who had just committed suicide but, hot on the heels of this, came another, even darker realization. Suddenly, he understood the cause–as improbable as it was–of his bizarre, gay nocturnal behavior over the past week. Next to him, Karl must have had the same thought because they looked over at each other at that moment, their eyes going round.

“What?” Bowen demanded. “Why’re ya lookin’ at each other like that?”

“I-I-I can’t talk ‘bout this right now,” Cullen stammered. “I need some air.”

He staggered out of the kitchen and pulled open the sliding glass door onto the deck. Wobbling over to the railing, he leaned on his elbows, taking in deep gulps of air. His head was spinning and he felt like was going to throw up. The hair on the back of his neck was standing on end. He felt like he’d just seen a ghost. No, scratch that: He felt like he’d been possessed by a ghost.

Karl followed him outside and leaned down next to him, his big shoulder pressing into his. “Mystery solved, bro,” was all he said. He slung his arm over Cullen’s back, pulling him in closer.

***

Chapter 6

Cullen felt sick all through dinner. His mother came home but he was barely aware of her presence. He sat on a chair on the deck in a stupor while Bowen grilled chicken breasts and Karl helped his mother prepare a salad. They ate in silence at the dinner table, the food tasting like mud in his mouth. He couldn’t look at his brother. Or his mother. She’d had almost the same angry reaction as Bowen when she saw him but he couldn’t tell whether this was due to his gay appearance or his similarity to Dario. It left a wide, cold gulf between them.

He and Karl retreated to his bedroom after dinner and reclined together on the double bed, the same bed he’d slept in all through elementary and high school. His mother hadn’t changed anything and the room looked much like it had on the day he left for college. Karl lay down on his side, head propped up on an elbow, staring fondly at him. Cullen lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. After a while, Karl traced his finger over Cullen’s chest, stopping over one of his nipples.

“You Ok, bro?” he asked. His voice was a low, seductive pur emanating from deep within his chest.

“No. I feel like I’ve been possessed by a gay ghost.”

Karl chuckled. “I get it. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Cullen tried to sit up on his elbows but Karl pushed him back down. “I’m the bully. I’m the bad guy.”

Another chuckle from his bro. “Yeah, you are bad but yer also good. I’ve always known that ‘bout ya. You were a mean little cuss in high school but you’ve grown up. Yer different now.” When Cullen groaned at this, he smiled. “News flash, bro: When it comes down to it, yer juss like every other human on this planet. We’re all monsters in our own way.” He sighed, “I feel bad for Dario but I also feel bad for you. For bein’ turned into a gay slut against yer will. Who knew that shit was even possible?”

“Ikr?” Cullen exhaled, feeling a lump in his throat. “I deserve it, though. Fuck, I hate myself!”

“Don’t say that, bro.” Karl tweaked his nipple. “That won’t make things no better.”

Cullen pushed his hand away, not in the mood for games. “I killed him, Karl. I feel like I’m the one who killed him.”

Karl sighed again. “Suicide’s complicated, bro. You can never know what made him do it.”

“Yeah, but I’m sure I didn’t help.” He looked over at Karl, tears in his eyes. “I really hurt him. I’m not surprised he sought me out after he died. He wanted to punish me.”

“That could be,” Karl said, tweaking his other nipple. “Or it could be something else entirely.”

Skin breaking out in goosebumps from Karl’s fondling, Cullen shivered. “Like what?”

“Maybe he’s helpin’ ya out.” Karl laughed. “Literally.”

Cullen’s eyebrows furrowed. “Whaddaya mean ‘helping me out’?”

“You know what they say ‘bout homophobes, dontcha? That they’re really closet homos themselves?” Karl paused before adding delicately, “Maybe he knew yer gay juss like him and he decided to help ya out? An act of mercy, let’s say.”

“But I’m not gay, Karl! Not in the slightest!”

Karl chuckled. “Yer such a liar.” He held up his hand at Cullen’s bark of protest. “Well, Ok, maybe yer not one hundred percent gay but ya gotta admit yer at least a little bi, right?” He leaned in close; his lips were inches from Cullen’s own. “Tell me yer pussy’s not wet for me, bro, and I’ll leave right now.”

Cullen squirmed on the bed. The truth was that, despite his sour mood, his little nub was achingly erect. He could feel precum trickling out of the tip as he responded to the sensation of Karl’s hot breath on his cheek. Rather than answering, though, he asked, “What about you, Karl? Are you bi?”

There was that deep chuckle again. It was sonorous music to his ears. “‘Course I am, bro. Didn’t ya feel my throbbing eleven-incher in the bodacious cleft of yer cakes while we was showerin’ together today? Or did ya think it was juss a really long bar of soap?”

Cullen’s cheeks were hot and he was having trouble breathing. He had indeed felt Karl’s hot poker thrusting into his butt but had been too flustered to do anything about it. He’d been tired and overwhelmed and unable to deal with the obvious attraction he felt toward his best friend. It was too much for him to take in right then. Now, though…

“I can’t believe you like me,” he whispered, “when I look like this.”

“Ha! That’s a big part of why I like you so much, bro!” Karl’s lips drew ever so slightly nearer to his face. “Before all yer changes, I wasn’t attracted to you that much, physically at least. With every change, though, you got closer and closer to my ideal. Big slut butt? Check. Smooth all over? Check. Full lips? Check. Tiny clit dick? Big check. Tramp stamp, pink thong, pink earrings, pink nail polish, skunk mullet, tan lines? Check, check, check, check, check and check.” He traced his finger over Cullen’s nipples again, concluding, “Now all that’s missing is breast implants and yer my perfect, uh, man.”

Cullen braced, repeating, “Breast…implants?”

Karl nodded. “Yep. You get ‘em and I’m all yers. Forever, bro. I’ll never leave yer side.” He laughed. “Or don’t get ‘em. It’s up to you. I can make do with yer man tits if I gotta.” He pinched his nipple again, making Cullen cry out with delight. “Still, I can’t help thinkin’ how hot you’d look with a big pair of hooters.”

“What about Jenna?” Cutten panted, writhing on the bed. For some reason, the thought of big tits was turning him on like crazy.

“Pffft,” Karl made a dismissive gesture. “Chicks are a dime a dozen, bro. There’s only one you, though.” He paused, adding wryly, “Well, maybe two of you, if ya count Dario.” He chuckled. “‘Sides, I already love ya. I fell in love with ya years ago.”

With that, he pinned Cullen beneath him and lowered his lips for a kiss. Cullen opened his mouth, ready to meet him, but they were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Bowen.

“Uh, hey, Karl,” he called out through the door. “Can I talk to you for a minute? In private?”

Karl rolled his eyes. Cullen could feel his big bro’s giant erection pressing into him through his jeans. It was hot and hard and throbbing, smothering his pathetic little pee-pee beneath it, a truly man-sized piece, completely superior in every way. He’d never been more turned on!

“Just a sec, bro,” he grumbled, leaning down to give him a peck on the cheek. “We’ll pick up where we left off, ‘K?” He climbed off of Cullen and lumbered over to the door, stuffing his erection down his pant leg. “Yeah?” he asked, opening the door. “What’s up?”

“Come with me,” Bowen said, jerking his chin toward the living room. He shut the door behind Karl but not before giving Cullen a hateful look.

***

“He wants to WHAT?!” Cullen demanded after Karl returned to the bedroom. He’d been gone for almost an hour, during which Cullen had heard his brother, mother and Karl arguing in raised voices. He’d been tempted to listen in but thought better of it. His emotional reserves were tenuous enough right then.

“You heard me. He wants to see you, bro,” Karl repeated. “Thinks it’ll help.”

“I don’t see how that would solve anything,” he complained. “And who knows what might happen to me? He might hurt me!”

“I’ll be right there with you, bro. I ain’t gonna let nuthin’ happen to ya.”

Cullen spread his arms, indicating his hugely inflated buttocks. “You said that last night and look at me now!”

“C’mon, bro. Juss do it,” Karl placed a big hand on his shoulder. “Do it for me if nuthin’ else.”

“It’s Dario’s boyfriend, Karl!” Cullen spread his hands. “He’s just lost Dario. I used to bully his lover and now I look just like him. Talk about fucking with his head! And mine, too, for that matter!”

Karl exhaled patiently. “If I’m right, ya won’t even know nuthin’s goin’ on.”

“What makes you think that?”

“‘Cuz when you meet him,” Karl explained, “Dario’s gonna come out and take over, juss like he’s done every night for the past week.” He stuck his finger into Cullen’s chest. “Dario’s in there, bro. I know he’s inside of you! I could be wrong but I think this will help. I’m willin’ to bet he’ll leave ya alone once he gets some time with his man.”

“You better be right,” Cullen grumbled. “But I don’t have a good feeling about this.” He held his face in his hands. “I can’t believe this is even happening!” He looked up at Karl. “Can you?”

“It’s seriously freaky,” Karl admitted. “I mean, I never thought it was possible for a ghost to possess someone but look at ya! Yer livin’ proof!”

***

They rode with Bowen over to his buddy’s house. Javier Carillo, Cullen learned that evening, had been Dario’s boyfriend. They’d met when Dario was a senior in high school and Javier was a freshman. At the time, they hadn’t cared much for each other but that changed when they worked together the summer after Dario graduated. After that, their relationship had grown quite close. Dario had even refused to go on to college because he wanted to be near Javier. This hadn’t, Bowen explained on the ride over, been the best choice. Their hometown was not exactly known for being a welcoming place for queer people. The harassment Dario received in high school for being an effeminate, flamboyant, gay man had only increased after graduation. While their relationship had been a close one, it had not been easy. Javier, needless to say, was devastated by his lover’s death.

“You really think this is a good idea?” Cullen asked for the hundredth time. “Seeing me could make him feel even worse.”

“It’s the least you can do, bro.” Bowen stared straight ahead, refusing to look at him. “You owe it to them.”

Cullen swallowed.

They were already pulling in the driveway.

***

Javier was huge. Bigger even than Karl and Bowen. Cullen saw his silhouette in the open doorway and quailed. Such a giant could snap him like a twig! Karl had to take one arm and Bowen the other and they dragged him up to the towering jock. He tried to wriggle free but wasn’t strong enough. He had no choice but to go and meet his doom.

Karl turned out to be right about Dario. Cullen had no sooner made eye contact with Javier and seen the tears filling his eyes when he lost consciousness. He slumped down in Karl and Bowen’s arms and then Dario woke up, taking charge of his body just as he had every night for the past week.

***

Chapter 7

Groaning, Cullen regained consciousness slowly. He looked around, realizing he had no idea where he was. Rather than back at Javier’s house, he appeared to be in an eerie forest. Eerie but also strangely familiar, although he had no idea why it seemed that way. It was nighttime and the light of the full moon filtered through the tree limbs overhead. He was naked and face down in pine needles. He lifted his head at the howl of a wolf–or something–his skin tingling with dread. He knew without knowing exactly how that the beast was after him. It had found his scent! He had to get going! He had to run!

He stood up and looked down at himself, surprised when he saw his body was that of a prepubescent boy. His slender body was hairless, his penis was tiny and his testicles barely bigger than a couple peanuts. He couldn’t have weighed much more than a hundred pounds. It had been more than ten years since he’d been this small and he found it disorienting. Why was he a young boy again?

Another howl and he realized he didn’t have time to contemplate this mystery because the monster was almost on top of him. Panic rising, he took off running as fast as his little limbs would carry him through the misty forest. He ran downhill because it was easier than uphill, looking desperately for a place to hide. His legs were thin and weak, though, and he quickly grew tired. Just when his strength began to flag, the forest ended abruptly at the shore of a raging river. Its waters were violent and cold and they glowed with an unnatural, bluish green light.

There was another naked boy standing at the river’s edge. As Cullen struggled to catch his breath, the boy lifted his foot to step in.

“No, don’t!” he shouted, not understanding why. “You’ll die if you go in!” How did I know that? he wondered even as the boy hesitated, his foot hovering over the river.

When the child turned to him, he almost fell over in surprise. It was Karl!

“Cullen?” Karl chirped, looking from him down to his small, hairless body. “Why are we little boys again?” Then he looked around at the frighteningly tall and foreboding forest. “And where the fuck are we?”

Cullen was experiencing a strange déjà vu. He had known Karl since kindergarten but had completely forgotten what his friend looked like when he was a child. The sight of him reduced in size, age and musculature was surreal. The towering, built, furry brute was gone, replaced by a skinny, pale-faced blond boy. Karl Jasperson? Innocent? Wide-eyed? Naive? And, most of all, with a high voice and a tiny, prepubescent dick?  It was truly bizarre. 

He didn’t have time to marvel, though. They had to get out of there!

“Take a step away from that river,” he panted, clutching his aching sides. “I’ll explain once we’re outta here.”

Karl nodded and padded over to him. Placing his little hands on his narrow hips, he surveyed Cullen’s greatly-reduced body. “Does it make me a pervert,” he chirped with a twinkle in his eye, “if I tell ya I still think yer hot?” His smooth, chubby face broke into a grin.

“Yes, you are a pervert,” Cullen stated, straightening. He liked the feeling of Karl’s eyes on him, though. It made him feel sexy and alive even if it was a little creepy to have a little kid looking at him like that. “But we’re both boys right now so I guess it’s Ok?”

Karl’s bony arms were around him and his lips were pressing into his. “Mmmm,” he purred in that funny, voice-pitched voice of his, “yer lips’re delicious, bro!”

Cullen wanted badly to kiss him back–and do even more–the feeling of Karl’s little, hairless cock sliding against his own was driving him insane, but the mysterious beast howled again behind them. They braced, looking at each other fearfully. 

“What the fuck is that thing?” Karl demanded, instinctively placing himself between Cullen and the animal. It was touching, even though he was hardly any bigger than he was.

Cullen paused, grasping at a recent memory. When the beast howled again nearby, he could hear its paws tearing across pine needles and dried leaves. He knew they had to flee but still he hesitated. Something Karl had told him earlier when they were lying on his bed earlier kept echoing through his mind. 

Aha! 

He remembered!

He knew what to do.

He set his jaw and squared his small shoulders.  For the first time since hearing the beast, he felt calm rather than afraid. “Here,” he said, taking Karl by the hand. “Follow me.”

He led him up a steep ravine, back into the forest. The trees closed in around them, blocking almost all of the moonlight. Only a few, silvery patches illuminated the ground beneath their bare feet. The breeze ruffled through Karl’s curly hair and his fresh, innocent scent filled Cullen’s nostrils. Even as a small boy, Karl was still manly, self-assured…dominant. He shivered.

Cullen knew the beast was following them. He could hear its ragged breath and knew it was close but it stayed just out of sight. Karl pressed closer to him but he could tell he had something besides fear on his mind when he felt that slender dicklet press into the cleft of his little boy butt. “Stop it!” he hissed. “This is serious!”

“And so is this!” Karl complained. ‘My pee-pee ain’t long enough to reach yer little booty hole! What am I gonna do? I wanna fuck ya so bad!”

Cullen scowled. “Is that all you can think about right now?”

Karl looked at him, confused. “Well, yeah! ‘Course it is! What else would we do out here? We’re both naked and in love, bro. It’s time to consummate!”

They had entered a little clearing. Tall pine trees formed a ring around them. In the center, the dewy fronds of ferns were stained silver in the moonlight. Mist curled around their ankles and wove through the trees. The beast was only a few paces away. Cullen could hear it panting. He thought he could even see the hot puffs of its exhaled breath.

“You stay here,” he instructed, pointing to a spot to his left. “And whatever happens, don’t try to help me.” He looked back at his best friend and soon-to-be-lover, promising,  “It’ll be Ok.”

He started to walk away but Karl stopped him, drawing him against his narrow chest. He kissed him, his tiny tongue fighting with Cullen’s equally small one. His miniscule erection was pressed against his thigh. “I love ya, bro,” he whispered, pulling back to look at him. “I don’t even care what ya look like. I want you and only you.” He smiled, “There. I had to tell ya that before we die. The thing is, my dick’s sad it didn’t get to fuck yer hole before the end.”

Cullen gave him a hangdog grin. “That’s very sweet, I guess, but we’re not going to die.” He looked into the shadows where he could see the beast looming, ready to strike. “I just have some unfinished business to take care of. I’ll explain it better after I’m done.” He pressed his lips against Karl’s, savoring his sweetness. Karl’s arms were around him and his fingers were on his butt, probing. It took everything he had to pull away and leave his best friend and lover behind. This was something he had to do by himself, though.

He strode purposefully into the center of the clearing. Holding out his bony arms, he called out in a high-pitched, little boy’s voice, “I’m here. Come get me.”

The darkness rose up and took form as his words echoed across the clearing. He looked over his shoulder as a thing of pure blackness rushed towards him from the shadows. As it neared, it coalesced into a solid form, becoming a giant, black, slavering beast with gaping jaws, inch-long claws and glowing red eyes. Cullen’s heart was pounding against his ribcage and he was terrified but he was also smiling. A wild, free joy rose up inside him as he leaned forward and, lowering his head, ran as fast as he could to meet the beast.

They came together with a great clash, their bodies slamming hard into one another. Cullen felt the beast’s claws tearing at his flesh. He cried out in pain, lifting his head and letting out a low, deep howl. The beast raised its jaws and, pushing him onto his back, gnashed its fangs, slavering. Cullen wrestled mightily but he was too small, too helpless. He could do nothing.

There was a flash of movement and then a loud cry. He looked over to see Karl running on his skinny legs, face contorted with rage. He launched himself at the beast, hollering, “Leave him alone!”

“KARL, NO!” Cullen shouted but it was too late.

The beast glanced over at the boy and then, almost as an afterthought, swiped its hairy, muscular arm outward. Karl’s little body went flying through the air, landing with a sickening thud several feet away.

“KARL!” Cullen’s heart burst as he stared fearfully at the spot where his friend’s body lay, broken and bleeding. Tears filled his eyes. “Karl!” he whimpered. “Oh, Karl!”

He turned back to the beast. Their gazes met. The creature’s eyes flared red. Cullen blinked back tears and lifted his arms, encircling its neck. He buried his face in the beast’s thick, musky fur, whispering, “I love you.”

The creature froze, its huge, hulking, powerful body was hot against his own. Cullen pulled away and held its gaze evenly, repeating, “I love you.”

The creature blinked, its fiery eyes widening. 

And then it dissolved into blue mist, raining down upon him like tears. Cullen’s body transformed wherever one of those shining, blue tears landed. His bones elongated, growing tall and strong. His muscles did the same and soon thick, black hair curled out from his chest, face, legs and pubes. He arched his back, feeling strength flow into him. When he exhaled, his voice was deep. A man’s voice. Lastly, he grinned as his cock and balls grew big and heavy and full.

He was a man again.

***

He padded over to the spot where Karl lay. Blood trailed out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes were glazed but he didn’t appear to be seriously injured. Cullen knelt down and lifted him up. He cradled his head against his chest, marveling at how small and weightless he was. He couldn’t deny that he preferred Karl like this, the helpless one. His big friend had spent long enough in the spotlight. Now it was his time to shine!

Predictably, Karl didn’t like being treated like a baby. Recovering quickly, he pushed out of Cullen’s arms and jumped back down onto the forest floor. Scrunching up his forehead, he looked up at him in wonder, demanding, “Why’re you so…big?” He held out his thin, bony arms, examining them with disdain before zeroing in on his hairless crotch and miniscule, little boy’s penis. “And why am I still so small?”

“I dunno ‘xactly,” Cullen rumbled in his deep, man’s voice. “But it feels fuckin’ great to be a stud again!” He smiled, savoring his big, firm, man’s body and the weight of his thick cock and hefty bull balls slapping against his thighs. This was how he was meant to be! Fuck, it was great! He was so tall, muscular, hairy and powerful! He’d forgotten how good it felt. “Christ! I’m even intact again, too. This is awesome!”

“I don’t like it.” Karl put his hands on his narrow hips. “This ain’t right!”

“Chill the fuck out, bro,” Cullen chided, savoring his immense stature…and Karl’s diminished one. “I’m the man now.”

“Change me back!” Karl stomped his foot. “Now!”

Cullen smirked, reaching out to muss Karl’s mop of blond hair. “Awfully full of yerself, ain’t ya, lil’ buddy?”

Karl pulled away from him, scowling. “Yer an asshole!” He stomped his foot again, his lower lip thrusting out petulantly. “Make me big like you!”

“Maybe later,” Cullen teased, stretching nonchalantly. “There’s no rush. Plus, I kinda like ya better tiny. It suits you.”

“Fuck you.” Karl crossed his bony arms. “I hate bein’ a boy and I hate you bein’ BIG even more!”

“What’re ya gonna do ‘bout it, lil’ buddy?” Cullen challenged, looming over his diminutive friend. “Huh?”

Karl set his jaw. He gazed defiantly up at Cullen but his eyes held a note of fear. Cullen savored it; it made him feel so powerful seeing Karl cowering before him. Acting on sudden inspiration, he decided to use his superior size and strength to his advantage–and delight. Before Karl could react, he grabbed the back of his little head and shoved him down on his groin. Karl opened his mouth to yell but he ended up swallowing Cullen’s big man-cock instead.

Cullen threw back his head and moaned loudly as he forced inch after inch of his hulking dick deeper inside Karl’s mouth. Karl struggled valiantly but he was no match for Cullen and he had no choice but to swallow the cock. He gagged as Cullen’s significant cockhead pushed down his esophagus. His hands flailed and he gasped for breath but Cullen was relentless. He protested but he was too small and weak to fight back. Karl had no choice but to suck his cock.

And what a good little cocksucker he was!

Cullen bucked his hips, smearing Karl’s face over his crotch and savoring the warmth and tightness of his soft mouth. When he started sucking, he arched his back and let out a guttural roar. “Fuck yeah, bro!” he praised. “Suck that cock! Suck my big man-cock!”

“Arg-arga-ungh!” was all Karl could say. Despite his resistance or maybe because of it, his tongue moved over Cullen’s erection, caressing it and teasing it and bringing Cullen quickly to a thunderous climax. Cullen’s deep, manly voice boomed across the glade, echoing through the woods as he emptied his nuts down his little buddy’s overflowing throat.

Rather than backing off as Cullen expected, though, Karl redoubled his efforts, sucking and sucking and sucking with gusto and working him to another vociferous orgasm. Cullen bellowed like a rutting bull, smothering Karl’s face against his furry pubes. His cock kept spasming and his ecstasy kept building, catapulting him beyond the limits of bliss.

Finally, Karl sank back on his heels, pulling back from his cock and grinning up at him. “There,” he rumbled in a gravelly voice that was even deeper than Cullen’s. “Much better.”

Cullen gave a start. Karl had grown big again! And then some!  Even though he was kneeling before him, it was clear from his greatly expanded shoulders, bearded face and hairy chest that he was back to his usual prowess. Cullen was so startled by this that he didn’t notice his crotch felt distinctly lighter. Belatedly, though, he detected something important was missing. With shaking hands, he reached down to fondle his male equipment and drew back in alarm when he felt only a moist slit where his cock and balls should’ve been.

What the fuck!?

He had a cunt!

He had a fucking cunt between his legs!

Karl had stolen his manhood!

He clapped his hands over his crotch, cheeks flaming with shame. What had Karl done to him?

“Only one of us is allowed to be the man, bro,” Karl smirked, standing up and towering over him. “And that’s me.” He wiped the back of his hand across his face, removing the traces of Cullen’s spunk from his beard. “‘Sides, yer mean when yer a guy. I like ya better with a pussy.”

“Karl!” Cullen whined, panicking when his voice no longer sounded quite as deep and commanding. “That’s not fair! Gimme back my cock! And my balls, too!”

Karl shook his head, grinning. “Not gonna happen, bro. Get used to being a cunt-lipped pussyboi.” He spat on the ground at Cullen’s feet, ejecting some of his ejaculate. “Shit, this experience makes me wonder why I stopped givin’ ya female hormones back when you were a teenager? Keepin’ you from ever becomin’ a man woulda done the world–and Dario–a huge favor.”

Cullen was so preoccupied with the devastating loss of his manhood–for the second time!–that he barely registered Karl’s words. After a while, though, their meaning wormed its way through the maelstrom of his thoughts. He froze, gaping. “Wh-Wh-What did you say?”

“You heard me, bro.” Karl’s voice was humorless despite the fact he had a giant grin plastered across his face. “I’m the one who delayed yer puberty. From the time ya turned twelve until I left for Argentina, I fed ya my mom’s estrogen pills.” He laughed, a rough bark that made Cullen’s skin crawl. “Why? ‘Cuz I was tryna turn ya into a woman.”

Aghast, Cullen searched Karl’s face for any hint of bullshit but there was none. 

Karl wasn’t lying.

Fuck.

Double fuck.

It all made sense now. 

The horror of his early adolescent years cascaded over him like a bitter torrent as he was propelled unwillingly back in time. At age twelve, instead of going through puberty like all of the other boys in his class, he’d stopped growing and started developing breasts. Worse, his little boy dick had refused to grow at all. He’d been forced to watch as his best friend, Karl, grew bigger, developing muscles and body hair and growing a big, swinging cock while he stayed short and hairless and high-voiced with protruding breasts. Soon, not only was he the shortest boy in the class but even his little brother was towering over him. It had been humiliating. Beyond humiliating. It had scarred him.

His mother had taken him from specialist to specialist but none of the doctors could figure out why he was generating so many female hormones. It had never occurred to them that he was being fed those hormones on the sly by his best friend. Cullen had been ruined, plummeting from the top of the social strata to the bottom. His self-esteem was destroyed. He was bullied and tormented, forced to rely on Karl to protect him.

At the time, he’d been grateful for a big, powerful friend like Karl.

Now, though, he realized it had been that friend who was responsible for his ignominious plight.

Staring up at Karl, he narrowed his eyes in hatred. So, it hadn’t been a coincidence that he finally went through puberty when Karl had left for Argentina? In the year during his bro’s absence, his body had rebounded, catching up for lost time. He’d grown more than six inches and put on over thirty pounds of muscles. His poor penis, however, had remained stunted, only topping out around five inches when erect and shriveling up inside his foreskin when he was soft. His balls had barely swelled.

All of this had a profound effect and he’d been forever insecure about his manhood. He compensated by picking on anyone who reminded him of how he used to be. He vowed never to be bullied again and had instead become a bully himself. The bitter truth was he was guilty of making weaker, smaller, effeminate boys’ lives hell. Boys like Dario.

“Why, Karl?” he pleaded, horror and hatred and self-revulsion vying inside of him. “Why did you do that to me?”

Karl answered by stepping closer to him. His body heat was like a furnace and his giant, thick cock was level with Cullen’s cunt. As he stood there, that cock began to stand up, rising upward until it was pressing insistently against Cullen’s moist crevice. Cullen shivered, feeling those alien lips swell in ardor. Having his body betray him like this was almost worse than losing his manhood. He lowered his head, grinding his teeth.

“This is why,” Karl murmured, reaching out to wrap him in his big, powerful arms. “My heart loves you–it always has–but my cock loves pussy.” Cullen went stiff but Karl only chuckled, rolling his hips and rubbing his girthy fuckstick between the folds of his dripping cunt. Cullen tried to resist but the feeling of that big, thick, hard cock against his soft, yielding, moist pussy flesh was just too delicious. He lifted his mouth and allowed Karl to kiss him.

Karl took charge. It was natural that he did so. He was the man, after all. Cullen belonged to him. Tears filled his eyes when he realized Karl had always been the man. For as long as he could remember, Karl was there beside him: Big, strong, dominant…in charge. The way it was supposed to be.

Pushing him down onto his back, Karl entered him. Cullen cried out, feeling his hymen rip at the painful insertion of that hulking cock. Karl bit down on his lip, distracting him, and pushed in deeper. Cullen squealed pathetically. Karl was too big! He felt like his cunt was going to split wide open! He struggled, trying to free himself.

“Shhh, bro,” Karl soothed. “Relax. I know what I’m doing.”

He didn’t lie.

After the initial pain, Cullen felt his new vagina stretching to accommodate Karl’s massive schlong. He clutched the dry leaves beneath him, arching his back and whining. Karl began to thrust. His hips undulated, encouraging Cullen to match his rhythm. He complied. Of course, he complied! He didn’t have a choice. He did as he was always meant to do and let Karl smother him. His body became a cipher, existing only for his bro’s pleasure. Through Karl’s pleasure, he discovered his own. It would be that way forever now.

He was Karl’s cunt slut.

***

“When we go back to the real world again,” Karl was saying, his deep voice purring like a lion’s in his ear, “I’m gonna make ya get a real cunt, bro. And then I’m gonna take pics of you with a pussy and post ‘em everywhere.”

“Fuck! No, fuck!” Cullen squeaked. “Don’t! Please don’t!”

Karl traced a finger between his cunt lips, still wet and covered with his cum. Cullen whimpered piteously. “You really mean that, bro?” He pushed his thick finger in deeper, wiggling it around.

“Ungh! No! No, I don’t mean it!” Cullen gasped. “I want a cunt! Gimme a cunt! Pah-lease!”

“Ha! That’s better. Yer such a little slut.” Karl kissed him, inserting another finger and then another. “I’m gonna have to fuck ya again. That’s what uppity bitches get: My big cock inside ‘em!”

“Yes! YESSSS! PAH-LEEZE!!!”

Karl fucked him. Hard. And then did it again.

***

“So, where are we?” Karl asked, looking around the moonlit glade after they’d worn themselves out. “I mean, I know it’s some sort of dream world ‘cuz we don’t look this way in real life.”

Their bodies–much bigger and hairier and more muscular than usual–were drenched in sweat…and other excretions. Cullen’s asshole throbbed; Karl had fucked that, too, after Cullen’s twat became too raw and sore to take his cock again. They were exhausted after hours of fucking and yet the moon overhead had barely budged. Time in this place ran differently.

“I’m not sure.” Cullen snuggled up against his big bro, nosing his musky armpit. “But this is where I’ve come every night since Dario’s death. It’s where I am when he’s in control of my body.” He looked up at Karl, pleased when he saw the fondness glowing in his beautiful eyes. “I don’t know why you’re here. Maybe you’re asleep and dreaming and somehow you followed me here?”

Karl stretched, yawning. “Maybe.” He nodded. “Yeah, yer prolly right. And I think I know why we were both little boys at first.”

“Why?”

Karl smiled. Unlike earlier, there was no trace of derision. “‘Cuz dat’s the age when I realized I loved ya.”

“Huh?”

“Think about it, bro.” Karl kissed his sweaty brow. “I was twelve when I realized I loved ya more than anything else…and when I realized I was hungry for pussy. It fucked me up big time.” He laughed ruefully. “I know it was bad to feed ya those bitch hormones but it made perfect sense to twelve-year-old me. I figured if I could turn ya into a girl, I’d be the happiest boy in the world. Haha! A win-win: A pussy to fuck and my best bro on the other end of it.”

Cullen stared at him. “Fuck. How can it be that I both hate you and love you at the same time? You’re a monster, Karl.”

Karl laughed again. “That makes two of us, bro. Maybe that’s why we’re made for each other?”

With that, he rolled over on top of him and commenced fucking his scorching hot cunt for the fiftieth time that night.

***

Cullen didn’t awake until the next morning when they were driving back to his mother’s house. He sat in the front seat of Bowen’s old pickup truck, wedged between his brother and Karl. His entire body–especially his butthole–felt sore. Fuck, he was sore in places he didn’t realize it was possible to feel pain!

He also felt lighter, almost happy. He clenched his legs together, gleefully anticipating the cunt that Karl had promised him. Mindful of Karl’s eyes on him, he lifted his hands and cupped his pecs, imagining what they would feel like once he got breast implants. He shivered and Karl’s grip tightened on his knee. He looked over and saw the giant mound stretching out the crotch of Karl’s jeans and shivered. He couldn’t wait to ride that cock again!

Fuck.

What was happening to him?

He giggled when he realized he didn’t care.

It was strange. He had no idea how he knew it but he could tell that Dario was gone. He was no longer a man possessed by the ghost of another.

He was free.

Free in more ways than one.

Dario, he knew now, had done him a huge favor, given what he didn’t even know he wanted.

Karl looked down at him and smiled, “Mornin’, Princess! Have a nice sleep?” He leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You did good, bro. Real good. Thanks for going along with us. It was the right thing to do.”

Cullen looked over to his brother and noticed that, for the first time, Bowen wasn’t scowling. He didn’t look exactly happy but there was something more relaxed about him. He surprised him a moment later by placing his hand on Cullen’s other knee and squeezing. He remained silent, though, for the rest of the drive home.

***