Main Themes: Weight gain, age progression, cock growth, butt growth, cock shrinking, baldness, chode, circumcision, shrinking, muscle growth, hair growth, man musk, straight-to-gay, humiliation, clueless, human-to-ape transformation, forced change

Note: I came across the photo above years ago and was instantly captivated. It planted the seed of this story in my mind. That seed, tucked away in the fertile ground of my imagination, slowly germinated, sprouting into this tale. I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

“Pink?!” Ryan Hanley looked down at his t-shirt and shorts as the research assistant closed the door behind them. “WTF?! Why am I wearing pink?!” he exclaimed. “I thought these were red?” He frowned when he saw his buddy, Kumar Gupta, was wearing a manly pair of deep blue shorts and a matching tank top. When Kumar didn’t reply, he prompted, “Kumar? Yo, dude!”

“Shh!” Kumar was standing stock still, eyes wide.

Annoyed at being shushed, Ryan huffed, “Why are you–?” but then he fell silent, too. His jaw dropped and his heart pounded when he realized they hadn’t been led into a lab room at all.

“Holy fuck!” Kumar breathed. “We’re at the zoo!”

“More like in the zoo!” Ryan cried. He banged on the door, demanding, “HEY! OPEN UP! THIS ISN’T WHAT WE SIGNED UP FOR!”

Silence.

No matter how much he yelled or pounded, the door did not open. Finally, he slammed his fist against the hard metal, breathing heavily. He couldn’t believe this was happening! This couldn’t be legal! They couldn’t lock up him and Kumar like they were animals!

Unfortunately, this is exactly what was happening…and it was about to get worse.

Kumar nudged him. “Don’t look now, bro, but they’re letting people in to gawk at us!”

Ryan looked back over his shoulder and snarled when he saw a gathering crowd in front of the big window that comprised the entire southern wall of their containment cell. There were families with children, laughing and pointing at them! Dozens of people and more were coming all the time. 

He ran his hand through his thick, blond hair. “This can’t be happening! The fuckers can’t do this!”

When he and Kumar had driven to the behavioral science lab that morning, they hadn’t thought anything of it. Recruited by one of their professors for a study on friendships between liberals and conservatives, they’d assumed they were just going to answer some questions and maybe fill out a survey or two. It sounded like fun.

But this was decidedly not fun.

“HELLO!!!” Ryan raged, pounding on his chest and rampaging around the room. “DO YOU REALIZE WHO I AM? I’M FUCKING RYAN HANLEY! I’M THE FUCKING STAR QUARTERBACK!!!”

More silence, save for muffled laughter from the swelling crowd outside. They were laughing at him! At him! Ryan Hanley!

Watching him with a raised eyebrow, Kumar drawled, “Are you through with yer little hissy fit, bro?” He was leaning against the wall with folded arms. “‘Cuz with the way yer actin’, ya kinda fit in here. I mean, I almost mistook ya for a crazed chimpanzee right now.” Adding insult to injury, he goaded, “Is this ‘cuz they took away yer MAGA cap?”

This taunt stung and Ryan whirled on Kumar, clenching his fists. At that moment, though, he happened to look down at himself. His cheeks flushed when he realized how ridiculous he looked, dressed in a tiny pair of pink nylon shorts and a rosy pink t-shirt that was so short that it left his super-toned midriff bare. When they’d handed him the red clothing and told him to change, he’d thought it was weird at first but, when they’d given Kumar the blue shorts and tank top, he decided it made sense. Red and blue were like team colors, right? Red for Republicans and blue for Democrats. Kumar was a dyed-in-the-wool liberal and he was a proud MAGA Republican, overjoyed that his beloved president was finally back in power.

Ryan, the self-proclaimed star quarterback of his football team, was accustomed to teams. In fact, red wasn’t just the color of Republicans, it was the university’s primary color. The only thing is he could’ve sworn the shorts and shirt were red when he put them on. He scratched his head. Yeah, there was no denying his shorts and crop-top were pink. He stood there, simmering, feeling his neck and face gradually turn a bright pink that matched his clothing.

Kumar grinned back at him, mistaking his humiliation for docility. “Good, now let’s figure this out like men.” 

Ryan bridled–Was Kumar implying he was acting like a girl?–but with great effort managed to contain his indignation. Instead, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to cool down and study their enclosure. This was more important than getting angry. He had to find a way out of there! 

While it’s true the room was basically a cage, the researchers had designed it to look much like a typical college apartment. It consisted of three rooms: A bedroom to the left, the living room/kitchenette in the middle and a small bathroom on the right. Kind of nice, actually, as long as you didn’t look at the huge, plate glass window on the far wall or the crowds of people craning their necks to get a look at them.

“Fuck!” he complained. “Even the bathroom wall is glass! They’ll be able to watch when I–” his voice choked off, unable to make himself complete the sentence. Instead, he shouted, “THIS ISN’T FAIR! WHAT ABOUT OUR PRIVACY?!”

“At least there’s a weight machine and free weights,” Kumar noted, pacing over to the contraption that took up much of the living room. He turned and studied Ryan critically, adding, “And that’s a good thing ‘cuz you’ve been skipping leg day, bro. Wouldn’t hurt ya to do more squats.”

Ryan stared at him, incredulous. “‘Leg day’? Seriously? Is that all you can think about?! We’re trapped like a couple of fuckin’ monkeys in a zoo and you’re talking about LEG DAY?!”

“First, we are monkeys,” Kumar corrected, laughing. “Well, primates more specifically. Second, this is the zoo. And third, everyone can see I never skip leg day. I am a cyclist after all.” He struck a beefcake pose as he said this, grinning from ear to ear. The glass partition was thick but they could still hear a few people cheering in response. When Ryan remained stone-faced, he dropped the pose and rolled his eyes. “C’mon, bro! Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“Figured out what?” Ryan grumbled, not understanding how Kumar could be so unbothered by the suspension of his human rights.

“We’re not here to be interviewed,” Kumar explained as if he were talking to a child. “We’re here as research subjects. I don’t know what the project is–maybe something to do with social norms, public exposure and privacy–but it clearly ain’t what they tole us it would be. Social science researchers pull this kind of shit all the time. They tell you they’re studying one thing but they’re really studying something completely different.”

“Obvi,” Ryan sulked. Actually, it hadn’t been obvious to him at all. He hated it when Kumar figured things out before he did. He liked to think he was the smarter one of the pair.

As if to confirm Kumar’s suspicion, there was a noise behind them and they looked back to see someone slide a sheaf of papers under the door. Kumar walked over and picked up the papers, nodding. “Yep, just as I thought. We’re the experiment.” He held up the sheaf. “We signed the contract, giving them the right to keep us in here over the weekend.” He laughed, “Guess that’ll teach us to read the fine print. Those clever bastards!”

Ryan snatched away the papers from him, scrunching up his forehead as he read through them. Finally, he exclaimed, “This can’t be legal! We need to call an attorney!”

Kumar stared at him. “And just how’re ya gonna do that, bro? Got yer phone on ya?”

Ryan scowled when he realized they’d taken their phones away when the research assistant sent them into the changing room to get dressed in their new clothes. Not only were they locked up, they had no way of communicating with the outside world! They were effectively trapped.

Or were they? Ryan marched over to the big window and, grabbing one of the barbells from the rack next to the weight machine, threw it with all his might against the glass. The crowd drew back, alarmed, but the barbell merely bounced off the window and he had to jump out of the way as it ricocheted past him.

The glass wasn’t glass at all; it was inch-thick plastic.

He searched through the drawers and cupboards for something–anything!–big, sharp and heavy enough to penetrate the plexiglass but came up dry. There was plenty of food, including lots of protein shake powder, supplements and junk food, but nothing else that would suffice in aiding them in breaking free. He tested the walls and quickly realized they were painted steel.

“We’re trapped!” he moaned, sinking to his knees and holding his head in his hands. “Fuckin’ trapped!”

Kumar sighed, kneeling down next to him and slinging a consoling arm over his shoulders. “Just relax, Princess, and go along with it. It’s only a weekend. Think of it as a vacation.”

Annoyed at being called a princess, Ryan shrugged his arm off. “No, I won’t! This is inhumane! I’m not gonna be locked in zoo exhibit for a fuckin’ weekend!”

“Chill, bro. Chill.” Kumar stood back up and stretched, yawning loudly. “We’re elite athletes who do nuthin’ but train all day. We deserve a break.” 

At that moment, Ryan’s nostrils flared and he grimaced at the potent odor permeating the room. “Dude,” he accused, “did ya forget to shower today?”

Kumar lifted his arm and sniffed his pit, making a face. “Yeah, guess I did. Sorry, bro.” 

Then he totally grossed Ryan out by reaching out and grabbing him in a headlock, shoving his nose in his stinky armpit. Ryan shoved him away, coughing. “Stop it!” he complained. “That’s just nasty!” He pointed to the shower. “Go clean up!”

Kumar lifted his eyebrows. “There ain’t no door on the bathroom, bro. Ya really wanna see me naked that bad?” He smiled, pretending to pull down his shorts. “Well, Ok, if you insist…”

“Stop it!” Ryan got up and moved away, annoyed. “Why’re you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

Ryan stomped his foot. “Like that! You’re actin’ like this is all juss one big joke. It’s not a joke!” He gestured to their audience outside–the crowd was growing ever bigger. “It’s fucked up! Super fucked up!”

“And would it be any better if I got mad?” Kumar regarded the mass of people, many of whom had pulled out their phones and were recording them. He shrugged, “I don’t like bein’ a circus monkey no more than you but there ain’t nuthin’ I can do ‘bout it.” He straightened and, tugging on Ryan’s arm, pulled him over to the couch. “C’mon. Let’s watch a little TV and relax. Forget ‘bout all them gawkers an’ pretend it’s juss you an’ me.” He smiled disarmingly, “I am yer favorite bro in the whole wide world, after all. The guy you love even more than yer gf!”

The crowd outside laughed when he puckered his lips and leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek but Ryan shoved him away. “Stop it! This isn’t funny!” Running his hand through his hair again, he murmured, “This can’t be happening! This can’t be real!”

Sighing heavily, Kumar guided him over to the sofa and reached for the remote control. Patting the cushion beside him, he turned on the TV. Ryan stood there defiantly, fists clenched. Finally, though, he gave in and sat down, crossing his legs and scowling deeply.

They soon realized there was only one channel, a funny German reality television show. Even though neither Ryan nor Kumar spoke a word of German, they quickly figured out that it was about two guys–one dressed in light blue and pink and the other in green–locked in an apartment together with no way out. Cameras were located in every room, giving the audience a full view of everything they did. It began when the guys entered the apartment and realized they were locked in.

“Seriously meta,” Kumar observed, looking over at Ryan. “I mean, WTF? If those two’re ‘sposed to be us, they could’ve at least found a dude who’s as hot as I am. I mean, come on! I’m a much bigger stud than he is!”

Ryan didn’t reply. He was unwillingly captivated by the program. Clad in baby blue and pink, the blond guy was tall, beefy and clean-shaven…just like him. And the dude wearing green was skinny, smooth-cheeked and of Indian descent…just like Kumar. His skin crawled as he watched the pair react basically the same way that they just had. He didn’t know what the blond guy was saying but it was clear he was more upset than the other dude.

“He looks like you, bro,” Kumar commented as if he was reading his mind. “Teutonic. Blond. Blue-eyed. Built.”

“I’m not that built,” Ryan muttered. In truth, though, he was flattered that Kumar thought he looked like the guy. He cleared his throat, realizing his cheeks were getting rosy. “You’re right about the other guy,” he found himself saying. “He doesn’t look like you at all. You’re a lot, uh, better looking than him.”

“Really?” Kumar turned to him, breaking into a big smile. “Are ya sayin’ ya think I’m hot, bro?”

“No!” Ryan protested, a little too forcibly. When Kumar’s black eyebrows drew together, he amended, “I mean, you’re Ok. For a guy.”

“Ha! Let’s hope we aren’t bein’ televised like those two dildo-heads or our gfs’ll be jealous!”

Ryan grinned despite himself and settled back on the couch. Even Kumar’s potent body odor ceased to register as he became engrossed in watching the German guys fall into a routine as they adjusted to their captivity. The Indian guy made dinner, taking a plate over to the white guy so he could eat on the couch. While the blond dude munched away and drank soda from a pink bottle, the dark-haired guy started lifting weights…

***

Ryan aimed the football he’d found in a closet at Kumar, taunting, “C’mon, pussy!” He threw it at his head, forcing his bro to either leap up and catch it or duck out of the way. To Ryan’s surprise, he jumped and caught it, doing an acrobatic somersault over the sofa in the process. Kumar stood up on the other side, grinning and holding the football over his head in victory. Ryan frowned, “That was pretty good…for a cyclist.”

Kumar smirked and peeled off his blue tank top, exposing his narrow, smooth chest and complete absence of any definition. Ryan glanced down at his own naked torso proudly. Unlike Kumar who focused entirely on his legs, Ryan was built like a brick shithouse. His tall, lean body was taut and ripped with muscles that glowed beneath his flawless, pink skin. Not a trace of hair marred its perfect surface. Wearing just the pair of pink shorts, he knew he looked impressive and, as if to underscore the fact, he heard a number of women watching him in the crowd outside their window sigh. One even exclaimed, “OMG! Is that really Ryan Hanley? I had no idea he was that handsome!” Ryan beamed, purposely flexing to show off his muscles.

Kumar took the opportunity to throw the ball back at him while he was distracted. Ryan instinctively grabbed for it but lost his balance just as Kumar rocketed over the top of the sofa, tackling him. They sprawled out on the floor next to the weight machine, Kumar on top and Ryan struggling helplessly on the bottom. Since when had Kumar gotten so strong?

The football lay just above Ryan’s head. He watched as Kumar’s eyes zeroed in on it and he fought hard to keep his bro from stealing it back from him. It was a silly but familiar game, one they’d played since Kumar’s family moved into the house next door to Ryan when he was ten years old. They writhed against each other as Ryan spewed imprecations and Kumar laughed merrily.

Kumar might have succeeded in pinning Ryan but he never reached the football. To do so, he would’ve had to let go of him and he wasn’t prepared to do that. The fight ended in a draw with both jocks panting heavily.

Arms pinned over his head, Ryan stared up into Kumar’s face, sneering. “Get the fuck off of me, you homo! I swear yer gettin’ hard!”

Kumar’s brown eyes danced. “Yeah? Well, I’d say you are, too.” Before Ryan could react to this, though, he glanced downward. Eyes widening with surprise, he goaded, “Nice panties, bro. Pink’s yer color.”

“Oh, fuck y–” Ryan’s own eyes widened as he lifted his head and looked down at himself. The pink shorts had pulled downward as a result of their scuffle and the delicate, lacey string of a pair of very pink panties was exposed. From the look of them, the panties were very sheer and very brief. His cheeks colored and he resumed struggling, trying to force Kumar off so he could cover the humiliating garment.

He needn’t have worried. Kumar released him and stood up, raining droplets of fragrant sweat down on him in the process. He extended a hand to help him up but Ryan batted it away, staggering to his feet and pulling his shorts up over the incriminating panties.

“I-I-I don’t know how–” he started to say, rubbing his sweaty forehead. Then he recovered his macho pride and squared his broad shoulders, stating, “I’m gonna take these off!” He stumbled toward the bathroom, suddenly keenly aware of the fact that the panties weren’t just regular panties. From the tension rubbing against his little straight-boy butthole, he knew a string ran up the back.

A thong.

He was wearing a fucking thong!

But how?

He had no memory of stepping into a thong when he changed into the little pair of shorts. (He’d remember that, right?) He rubbed his forehead, trying to recall every detail about when he’d undressed in the small changing room just before being led into their ‘cage’ at the zoo. He’d been distracted, trying to show off in front of Kumar to cover up his nervousness. He didn’t even remember taking off his jeans and boxers. This was just too weird…

“There’s no door,” Kumar called out just as Ryan entered the bathroom and searched for the door handle. “Remember?”

Ryan growled in frustration, looking down at the ridiculous pair of pink shorts. For the first time, he noticed they were so sheer that he could see through them! His giant tubesteak filled the pouch of the hideous thong to overflowing, pressing luridly out against the transparent, pink nylon of the shorts. His cheeks colored an even darker shade of red as he looked up at Kumar in chagrin. Kumar was smirking; his blue shorts, Ryan noticed, weren’t sheer in the slightest and actually looked pretty manly. Then his gaze slid past Kumar to the enormous window behind him. The crowd had swelled. People were jostling to get a better look at them. More than a few were pointing at him and snickering. He could’ve sworn he heard a guy say, “Is he wearing see-through shorts? Shit, what a fuckin’ fruit!”

That was the last straw. The star quarterback and big man on campus, Ryan Hanley, gave up trying to hold back and promptly had a meltdown to end all meltdowns.

***

Chapter 2

When he came back to himself, it was already nighttime. It was dark outside the huge window that looked into their ‘apartment’ and the crowds were gone. He gave a little start when empty plates and several empty bottles of pink soda strewn about him on the couch. A half-eaten bag of potato chips sat on his lap. He pushed it away, making a face. He hated junk food!

“Did ya like yer dinner?” Kumar called out.

Ryan looked behind him and saw his friend was shirtless and covered in sweat. As he watched, Kumar knocked back a bottle of blue sports drink, guzzling it down in one go. His toned muscles bulged beneath his cinnamon-and-clove colored skin. His body was mostly hairless but there was a patch of black fur between his square pecs. And there was a treasure trail of dark hairs leading down into his shorts, shorts that were seriously tenting out, straining to contain his big, thick…

Ryan abruptly looked away.

“Uh, did I eat?” he asked, cheeks coloring. One of the pink soda bottles next to him still had a little left in it and he sipped it. The stuff was fruity and surprisingly tasty. He looked at the label and saw there were only two Chinese characters on the label, 经血. He shrugged. Whatever the stuff was, it tasted amazing!

“Did you eat?” Kumar repeated, incredulous. “Uh, yeah. Like four times. See all those empty plates? They’re yers, not mine.” He set down his weights and padded over, straddling the back of the sofa and cracking open another bottle of sports drink. He spread his legs wide, making his bulge really pop out; it was right at Ryan’s eye level. His black hair was shiny with sweat and his B.O. was stronger than ever. Ryan didn’t notice, though; he was too busy trying to ignore Kumar’s obvious boner. (WTF? The dude’s bricked up!?!?) Kumar looked down at his tented shorts and then back at Ryan, smiling, “Don’t you remember eating?”

“No,” Ryan admitted sheepishly, trying to stop looking at the outline of that erection. It was really thick… He shook himself and rubbed his nose, looking around for more of the pink soda. He yanked his hand away from his face, though, when he felt all the fuzz coating his cheeks. Did he need to shave again already? He’d just shaved that morning!

“Uh, bro?” Kumar prompted. “Earth to Ryan. Dontcha remember eatin’ my delicious cooking?”

Ryan forced himself to stop touching his strangely thick stubble.  “Uh, sorry. I don’t.” When Kumar frowned, he added hastily, “But it must’ve been good if I ate that much.”

“I’m a damn fine chef, if I do say so myself,” Kumar bragged, scratching an arm pit and sniffing his fingers. “I’m always making dinner for Sonia. I love cooking for my big girl! Makes her hornier than shit when I feed her.”

Ryan nodded absently, thinking about Sonia. Kumar’s girlfriend was the complete opposite of Claire, his girlfriend. Claire was blond and thin like him but Sonia was decidedly, um, Rubineque. Was that because Kumar was always feeding her? Hadn’t she been really thin when they first met? Unconsciously, he reached down and felt his tummy. Wait. Was it a little softer than usual? No, he had to be imagining it. He never gained weight! He couldn’t. He was biologically superior in every way.

Realizing he’d been silent for a long time and Kumar was staring at him with a smile on his face, Ryan asked, “Are you growing a beard?” He kicked himself as soon as he said it, wondering why on earth he’d ever ask such a question? He didn’t care what Kumar looked like and certainly wasn’t concerned about his facial hair.

Kumar’s hand went to his face and his eyes widened when he felt the thick, black stubble coating his cheeks. “Huh? That’s funny. I juss shaved this morning.” He turned toward the TV, commenting, “Guess I do look sorta like that dude on TV after all. He’s growing a beard, too. An’ so is the other guy.”

Ryan looked over at the television, realizing that at least a week must have passed in the show because both guys were now sporting beards. They looked different in other ways, too, but Ryan couldn’t quite figure out how at first. The beard on the black-haired dude made him look both more mature and beefier somehow, while the blond dude’s beard facial hair looked softer and shinier. His light beard made his blue eyes look particularly big, almost innocent. Ryan’s hand went to his face and he felt his stubble, giving a start when he realized it wasn’t just stubble any longer; it was a full-on beard. A beard? But that wasn’t possible…right?

His stomach growled and he rubbed it, wondering again why it felt softer. He was used to his stomach being flat and hard, rippling with abs. It was probably the way he was sitting but it was ever so slightly rounded. He shifted, thinking his shorts felt tighter, too. His eyes slid over to Kumar as he sank down onto the cushion next to him. Did he look thicker around the middle, too? Or was it just muscle under all that black belly hair. Wait, when did Kumar’s belly get so hairy? He shook his head, feeling lightheaded and hot. He repositioned himself on the sofa, feeling something slide over his tender, little butthole as he did so. What was that? 

Then he remembered the ridiculous thong.

Fuck! He was still wearing that fucking thong!

Suddenly, it felt like Kumar was sitting too close to him and he moved stiffly away, putting a pillow between them. Kumar’s rich scent was so thick that Ryan could almost taste it.

“I-I-I’m tired,” he stammered, pushing himself up from the couch. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Ok, bro.” Kumar watched him stalk off with an amused expression. “I think I’ll keep workin’ out for a while yet.” He flexed his bicep, pinching it. “I’m really diggin’ liftin’ weights for some reason. I’ll try to keep it down, though, so you can sleep.” 

Ryan didn’t hear him; he was too busy frowning at the bed in the bedroom. It was a normal bed, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was there was only one. Bed, that is. And there were no blankets. Just a mattress and two pillows, one pink and the other blue. “WTF?!” he complained. “They don’t expect us to sleep together, do they?”

Kumar padded up behind him and looked over his shoulder. “Looks like it. You got a problem with that, bud? You an’ me used to sleep in the same bed all the time when we were kids.”

Ryan put his hands on his hips. “That was ten years ago! I’m not going to sleep with another guy!”

“Fine. We’ll take turns. I can sleep on the sofa tonight and you can sleep on the bed. Does that work?”

Annoyed by how Kumar’s flexibility made him look like a whiny prude, Ryan grumbled, “Sure.” 

He was about to lie down when he realized he had to piss. Turning instinctively toward the bathroom, he hesitated.

“Something wrong, bro?”

Ryan gritted his teeth. There was no way he’d admit that he was pee-shy to Kumar. He felt like his status as alpha male was already in question and he couldn’t risk plummeting any further into beta territory. 

“Nuthin’,” he growled, stomping over to the bathroom where he turned his back to Kumar and pulled out his penis from the tiny pouch of the thong, piddling weakly into the toilet bowl. He tried to ignore the nagging feeling that his dick seemed shorter than normal. Even weirder, he barely had to slide back his foreskin; his glans was basically right there at the edge of the ‘skin. He stared down at it, frowning. Yeah, both his cock and his foreskin looked shorter than usual. But he was probably just nervous. And the apartment was kind of cold. That must be it. 

Nothing to worry about, right?

***

The bed was still warm beside him when he awoke the next morning. The pillows smelled of Kumar. Still half asleep, Ryan burrowed into them, savoring the scent. He only vaguely remembered cuddling with his bulky friend when Kumar finally came to bed the night before. They’d spooned, Kumar’s big, thick cock wedging its way into the cleft of his…

Ryan sat up abruptly.

Had Kumar really spooned him?

But he’d promised to sleep on the couch, right?

He clenched his hands, preparing to get angry with his buddy for taking advantage of him while he slept, but then the most delicious scent caressed his nostrils. He salivated, feeling his tummy gurgle with hunger. What was that scrumptious aroma? A pot clanked on the stove and he heard the sink turn on. He smiled, suddenly forgetting his annoyance with his big bro.

Kumar was cooking breakfast!

He inhaled again, a little moan of delight escaping his lips.

God, what was he cooking? He had to eat it NOW!

It was already late morning and the zoo was open. A small crowd had gathered in front of their window, gawking at them. He was too hungry, though, to pay any attention. He staggered into the living area, yawning and trying to get comfortable in his shorts and t-shirt. He’d fallen asleep wearing them and now they felt really tight. The string of the humiliating thong ran up his butt, chafing his poo-hole. He tugged on his clothing, trying to stretch it out and give himself some breathing room. What was going on?

The delicious aroma distracted him from his discomfort. When he entered the kitchen, he saw Kumar had donned a blue apron over his bare chest. He was still wearing his blue shorts but they looked several sizes too small for him now. Their tightness really accentuated his big, muscular buttocks. The top of those sizable globes spilled out of his tiny shorts along with the blue waistband of his jockstrap. Ryan blinked. Kumar was jocked up?! Where’d he find a jockstrap? Was he wearing it the day before and he hadn’t noticed?

Kumar turned and smiled as Ryan stared at his big, blocky, jocked butt, asking, “Mornin’, babe! You like Butter Chicken, right?” He laughed. “I couldn’t find any ghee so I used real butter and lots of it.” He lifted a spoonful of the simmering sauce, offering it to Ryan who slurped it down with gusto. It was the most scrumptious thing he’d ever tasted! 

“I know it’s not breakfast food,” Kumar commented, watching Ryan devour another spoonful, “but I was jonesing and I thought you’d like it, too.” He winked. “Looks like I was right.”

Ryan ate five bowls and then went back for a sixth, drinking several bottles of the fruity soda in between. Kumar grinned at him proudly the whole time, shaking his head. “Juss like Sonia,” he commented, much to Ryan’s annoyance.

He felt bloated after eating so much and waddled over to the couch, flopping down and turning on the TV. He placed his hand on his tummy only to snatch it back in alarm when he realized his belly was bulging out noticeably. He tried to suck it in but it was no use. His round, soft, hairy belly sagged out from beneath the hem of his t-shirt. He stared at it in confusion, not recognizing it as his own. He’d never seen himself with a belly before and it alarmed him. He kept pinching the soft, hairy skin, watching it bubble out from his fingers.

He furrowed his brow. A belly? How the fuck could he have a belly? But he was ripped!

“Whoa, look at those dudes!” Kumar said, taking a seat beside him and pointing at the TV. A half-full bottle of sports drink was in one hand and the remote control in the other. “They’ve really changed!”

Ryan stared, barely recognizing the German guys any more. The blond dude’s clothing was really tight, making it obvious how much weight he’d gained; he now sported a rounded tummy and love handles, the contours of which were clearly visible under his too-tight, pink and blue t-shirt. His thighs were bigger, too. He was hairier than ever, too, with a thick, blond beard, furry arms and legs. 

Ryan blinked, feeling a sudden stab of fear when he realized the dude was hairier everywhere except in one critical location. When the guy turned his back to the camera, there was an obvious bald spot on the top of his head. Worse, when he turned back toward the camera, Ryan saw his hairline had receded. Panicked, his hand flew to the top of his head. Wait? Was that a bare ring of skin up there? His heart began to thud and he had to resist the urge to run into the bathroom and stare at his reflection in the mirror.

Between the added weight, his receding hairline and dense beard, the German guy looked older. Rather than a cocky jock in his early twenties, he looked like he was well into his thirties now.

Ryan gazed down at his own belly. His t-shirt hugged his soft belly and the elastic waistband of his shorts dug into the soft padding on his hips, giving him an obvious muffin top. His furry, blond thighs stretched his shorts to capacity, causing the seams to strain. Unlike Kumar, though, his tighter shorts flattened his bulge, erasing it. His chest tightened as he looked back up at the television.

In contrast to the blond dude, the black-haired guy looked taller, beefier and much more muscular. His upper body had really filled out and black, curly chest hair poured out of his green tank top. His legs were powerful and built and covered in even thicker hair than his chest. He sported a muscle gut but his waist was still pretty lean. Rather than make him look fat, he just looked more mature. Confident, even.

Ryan looked from Kumar to himself, skin growing clammy when he realized how much they looked like the German guys now. He was plump and balding and Kumar was broad and muscular. He rubbed his slick forehead feeling skin where there used to be hair. How could he be going bald? And so quickly? His chest clenched. What the fuck was going on? How could they have changed overnight?

Suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore and jumped up from the couch, shouting to their unseen captors, “THIS ISN’T FAIR! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I WON’T STAND FOR IT!”

His outburst startled Kumar. “Jesus, bro! What’s wrong with you? Why’re you yellin’ like that?”

This only angered Ryan more and he directed his rage at Kumar. “STOP IT! STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON! STOP GASLIGHTING ME!”

Kumar’s eyebrows drew together. “Bro? Hey, Ryan, babe, juss calm down for a sec.”

“DON’T CALL ME, ‘BABE’! I’M NOT YOUR BABY!”

“Well, yer kinda actin’ like one right now,” Kumar observed, smiling. He patted the cushion next to him. “Come on, now. Sit down and take a few deep breaths. I’m listening to ya, bro. Tell me what’s wrong.”

This only fanned the flames of Ryan’s rage. How come he was the only one who noticed how fucking crazy this situation was! As much as he wanted to keep yelling, though, he was mindful of the crowd outside. There were more people than ever, staring and pointing at him. He colored, feeling the weight of all those eyes on him as well as the heavy weight around his middle. He looked down and saw his gut was hanging out of the bottom of his pink tank top. It was both round and saggy. Ugly, he realized with disbelief. He was fat and ugly!

And then he heard muffled laughter.

His round cheeks colored a deeper shade of pink. They were laughing at him! Why would no one take him seriously? Even Kumar was treating him like a hysterical woman. He suddenly remembered how Claire complained he didn’t take her seriously when they were fighting. Sweat gathered on his brow as he finally understood exactly how she felt. 

He forced himself to breathe deeply and sat down on the couch, crossing his arms over his round belly.

“There,” Kumar soothed. “Now tell me why yer so upset.”

Ryan thrust out his lower lip. “I’m not a child, Kumar!”

“I didn’t say you were.” Kumar sounded so mature, so reasonable. It infuriated Ryan.

“But you’re treating me like one!” he whined. Why did his voice sound so petulant?

Kumar shook his head. “No, I’m not. I’m listening to ya. Here.” He extended his hand, opening it palm upward. Ryan looked at it, noticing how calloused it was. And big. It was a real man’s hand. Kumar wiggled his fingers and Ryan tentatively reached out and took it. Kumar instantly folded his big, thick fingers over his own and squeezed. “There. Now let’s talk.”

For inexplicable reasons, Ryan had to blink back tears. When he spoke, his voice wavered like a child’s. “W-W-W-We’re changin’! Can’t you tell?”

Kumar shook his head. “What do ya mean?”

God, why did he have to be so damned handsome? It made it difficult for Ryan to stay mad at him! He had to look away from Kumar’s sensitive, brown eyes in order to talk. “I’m gainin’ weight!” he wailed, gesturing down his belly. “And yer gettin’ bigger! Where’d all yer muscles and hair come from? Huh?”

Kumar stared at Ryan’s belly as if noticing it for the first time. Then he lifted his hand and massaged the dense, black beard covering his cheeks. Finally, he looked down at his chest, a thick eyebrow raising in surprise as he took in the sight of his swollen pecs and sizable biceps. Black hair coated his arms and hair curled over the top of his apron. “Huh,” he rumbled in a voice that sounded much deeper than usual. “I guess yer right. I hadn’t really noticed. I wonder what’s goin’ on?”

The relief of vindication flooded through Ryan. He wasn’t crazy after all! Something was definitely wrong! Emotion welled up inside and tears filled his eyes, eventually pouring down his cheeks. 

His tears had a strange effect on Kumar. The big man’s eyes filled with concern and he sat there, hesitating, before finally soothing, “Hey, babe. It’s Ok. Don’t worry. I’m here for you.”

And then he leaned over and cradled Ryan in his arms.

Ryan’s mind blanked. What was going on? This wasn’t normal! Guys didn’t do this! Kumar and he had never hugged before. Never! It wasn’t right!

When it came down to it, though, he couldn’t make himself shove his friend away. Something must be really wrong because he actually found himself enjoying being held in Kumar’s big, muscular arms. He felt safe, protected, secure. His resistance faded as he gave into the luxury of nestling against his friend’s manly chest. Kumar’s curly chest hairs tickled his nose and his scent–his pungent man-scent–went right to his head.

“I-I-I hate it!” he sniffed. “It’s not fair! I don’t wanna be fat! And I don’t wanna be the girl!”

“Shhh, babe,” Kumar soothed, rubbing his hands over his back. “You’re not fat and you’re certainly not a girl! You’ve just eaten more than usual and bein’ locked up in a zoo has got ya all worked up. It’s Ok. We’ll be Ok. I’ll make less fattening food and you’ll start working out with me. You’ll be back in shape in no time!”

“But what ‘bout YOU?!” Ryan whimpered. “Why’re you…uh, like that?”

Kumar laughed; it was a deep, pleasing sound. “I dunno. Maybe it’s like a second puberty or sumthin’? I’ve never lifted weights this much before. Maybe my body juss likes it?”

Ryan wiped the back of his hand across his furry face, still sniffling. “But what ‘bout them? The guys on TV! The same thing’s happenin’ to them!”

Kumar glanced over at the television, wrinkling his brow. “Yeah, that’s right,” he admitted. “They look different. But not that diff’rent. I still recognize ‘em. Plus, it’s been a few weeks on the show. They’re bound to change, ‘specially bein’ cooped up in a little apartment all the time.” He reached down and scratched his balls thoughtfully as he stared at the guys on TV. His shorts were already riding really low due to his increased muscle mass and the elastic band of his jockstrap inched downward as he scratched away. Ryan knew he shouldn’t but he leaned in closer, just in time to glimpse Kumar’s forest of black pubes and the incredibly girthy base of his cock. Ryan licked his lips. It was ebony black, darker by far than the rest of Kumar’s body. 

He swallowed and looked away but not before Kumar caught him staring. He winked, hand moving inside his shorts and rubbing more vigorously. The aroma wafting up from his crotch tickled Ryan’s nose. He inhaled deeply, feeling strangely aroused. Kumar continued, “They’re juss relaxin’ and enjoyin’ not havin’ to do nuthin’. Like a vacation, right? Everybody gains weight on vacation.”

Ryan wanted badly to protest but he didn’t want to sound whiny. Gah! That lame answer didn’t explain it at all! Guys didn’t change that much that quickly! Why didn’t Kumar get that? Before he could say anything, though, he heard someone outside call out, “Awwwwww, they’re hugging! So cute!”

Ryan froze for a moment before turning to find the crowd of people gathered outside their window was bigger than ever. Fuck! How could he have forgotten about everyone watching them? Suddenly, he realized how ridiculous he must look, a pathetically girly, plump guy in tight, pink clothes being hugged by another, bigger, manlier guy. He pushed Kumar away and got up off the couch. What was wrong with him? Letting Kumar hold his hand and hug him! Ugh! He shuddered. He wasn’t a fag!

“I’m gonna lift weights,” he stated. “And I’m eatin’ nuthin’ but celery and drinkin’ nuthin’ but lemon water from now on!”

***

Chapter 3

“The crowds’re gone.”

Ryan looked up from doing squats. (Kumar insisted he focus on his lower body, practically forcing him to do set after set of squats. His butt and quads were aching!) It was evening and the zoo must have closed for the night. The viewing platform that overlooked their apartment was empty and the grounds were washed in the soft, rosy light of the setting sun. It was peaceful, beautiful even, but he was more concerned about his shorts.

“Do these look too tight?” He wiggled his butt, feeling the pink nylon fabric pinching him in unfamiliar places. The thong rode up his back. He could feel the string waistband digging into his loose, saggy love handles.

“Huh?” Kumar put down the set of eighty-pound weights he’d been using for shoulder presses. He rubbed his swollen delts thoughtfully as he paced around behind Ryan. “Arch yer back, bro,” he ordered. “And go down lower. Yer cheatin’!”

Ryan started to obey and then stopped. He wasn’t Kumar’s bitch! And he didn’t give a fuck about doing squats! How had he been talked into this? He straightened and, placing the bar back on the rack, turned on Kumar. He was opening his mouth to shout at him when he stopped, sputtering, “W-Wait! Are you taller than me?”

Kumar looked down at him in confusion. “I don’t think so, bro. I’m the same as always.” He grinned, teasing, “Maybe yer just gettin’ shorter?”

“I’m not shrinking!” Ryan insisted, puffing out his chest and standing on his tiptoes to get in Kumar’s face.

Kumar watched him, his dark amber eyes dancing. “I was juss jokin’, bro. Stand down.” He reached out and mussed Ryan’s hair, making him furious. When he withdrew his hand, though, he squinted down at the top of Ryan’s head. His eyes went round and he looked for a moment like he was going to say something but then thought better of it and kept his mouth shut.

Ryan gritted his teeth. Kumar didn’t need to say anything because he knew exactly what he’d seen–or not seen, rather–on the top of his head: No hair. Rage and indignation built inside him and, before he could stop himself, he shouted, “Stop treating me like a girl!” 

He was so vehement that he startled poor, confused Kumar. He folded his brawny arms, “Uh, I’m not treatin’ ya like a girl.” There was a look of hurt on his face and Ryan felt a stab of remorse. “Yer my best friend, my boyfr–I mean, man-friend.”

“Sorry.” 

Wait. Was he really apologizing? Ryan reached up and rubbed his forehead, inadvertently feeling how much higher it was now. He never apologized! Like Trump, he believed apologies were a sign of weakness. When he was wrong, he attacked rather than apologized; it was a winning strategy both on and off the field. Quite simply, it made people fear him and that was how he stayed on top.

Kumar seemed almost as taken aback by the apology as he was. “S’Ok, bro,” he rumbled in that strangely deeper tone. “I kinda like it when ya get all prissy with me.” Then he smiled that winning smile and reached down to muss Ryan’s hair again, carefully avoiding the bald spot. This time, for reasons he didn’t understand, Ryan didn’t pull away and allowed his friend’s hand to linger on his head. Kumar patted him, smiling proudly.

Ryan’s cheeks were flushed and he was feeling lightheaded again. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help admiring his friend’s physique in the fading evening light. Kumar looked more broad-shouldered than before. It was probably just because his muscles were swollen from working out but he seemed bigger and more imposing. And his chest was definitely hairier, the black fur having spread to envelope both of his big nipples. His belly was bigger as well, a square block of fat and muscle. This drew attention to his wide waist which was currently stretching his blue shorts very tightly across his crotch. So tightly that Ryan could see the very substantial outline of his…

No! Don’t look at his crotch! You’re not gay! Clearing his throat, Ryan looked away, hoping that Kumar hadn’t noticed the object of his attention. Get a hold of yerself, Ryan, he warned himself sternly. Stop looking at his dick!

Fortunately, Kumar hadn’t noticed, being absorbed in inspecting Ryan’s bottom. Much to Ryan’s chagrin, his buddy reached out and squeezed his left buttock, nodding appreciatively. “Yeah, the squats’re payin’ off,” he praised. “Keep at it, bro! Good to see yer fillin’ up those shorts! Yer butt was definitely too flat before.”

Ryan had to reach out and steady himself on the squat rack. His pulse was pounding in his ears and he felt dizzy. Rubbing his forehead furiously, he tried to get himself under control. At that moment, he happened to look over at the television and saw that the German dudes were lifting weights together, too. The black-haired one was standing behind the fat blond one, his big hands clasped protectively around the dude’s wide hips as he squatted deeply. The black-haired guy grinned and high-fived him when he was done. And then they hugged. Ryan blinked when he realized the dude now stood at least three inches taller than the blond guy. Hadn’t the other guy been taller? Ryan felt weak as he looked over at Kumar and noticed he was at least three inches taller than him as well.

Kumar followed his gaze and smiled when saw the guys lifting weights together. “See?” he said, gesturing towards the TV. “Is it life imitating art or art imitating life? They’re such good buddies! Juss like us. Haha!” He slung his arm over Ryan’s shoulders and steered him into the kitchen. “Let’s make us a bowl of popcorn and watch our German pals, huh? Don’t worry, though. I promise not to put any butter on yers!”

***

They sat together on the couch, eating popcorn. Kumar’s arm was over the cushion behind Ryan’s head; it wasn’t draped over him but it was perilously close. Ryan fought back the urge to shift away. Normally, he hated being too close to other guys–He didn’t want anyone to think he was pussified!–but when he inhaled, his nostrils filled with Kumar’s spicy scent. And speaking of the source of that scent, he looked over and saw the black hair pouring out of Kumar’s armpit. He could’ve sworn that Kumar shaved his pits–he was always talking about how bikers needed to shave everything–but there was no disputing the curly forest of long, black hairs sprouting from under his arm. He surreptitiously lifted his own arm and gazed at his armpit. Even though he had thick underarm hair as well, the fact that it was dirty blond made it seem less manly.

“Sumthin’ wrong, bro?”

Startled, Ryan clapped his arm back down. “What? No!” he sputtered. His voice cracked as he spoke, causing him to blush. He sounded like an adolescent boy! He cleared his throat, purposely pitching his voice low. “Just thinking I should shower now that the zoo’s closed. I don’t wanna shower in front of everyone!”

Kumar looked over at the big window on the far side of their apartment. “Oh, yeah. I keep forgettin’ we’re on display here. Ain’t that funny?” He scratched his fragrant armpit absently as he said this, flooding Ryan’s nostrils with his stink. “Want me to hold up a towel or sumthin’ while yer in the shower in case the zookeepers’re around?”

“I hadn’t thought of that!” Ryan chirped, squeezing his legs together. The last thing he wanted was to get naked in front of some pervert zookeeper. The only person he allowed to see him naked was Claire. He never showered in front of other people, not even with his football teammates, and always changed under a towel. This wasn’t because he was a prude, it was because he was intent on protecting his privacy. He’d never let nude pics of himself get out there on the Internet!

“Here, bro,” Kumar said, getting up from the couch and tugging him to his feet. “I got yer back. Literally. C’mon.”

He guided Ryan into the bathroom where he proceeded to hold up a large, pink bath towel for Ryan to undress behind. Ryan smiled appreciatively and shucked his shorts…or tried to. The nylon material was pulled really tight across his ass and he had trouble getting them off. Finally, after much tugging, he managed to pull them down over his butt but they got stuck on his bulging thighs. Gritting his teeth, he cursed Kumar for making him do so many squats.

Kumar merely rolled his eyes. “Save it for somebody who cares, bro. I think yer ass looks much better now. You were too scrawny before.” 

Just then, Ryan succeeded in yanking down his shorts and kicked them across the room in frustration. Cool air caressed his big, fat buttocks but something else caught his attention (and Kumar’s): The thong. He looked down at himself in amazement and disgust. The thong–way too small now that he’d grown so fat–was positively obscene. And laughable. 

And empty.

Hefting his big belly out of the way, he looked down at the pouch, searching for his absent tubesteak. Nothing. Just a tiny bulge. That was all!

Kumar cleared his throat then and Ryan looked back to find his bro staring hungrily at his ripe butt cheeks. They swayed languorously behind him, heavily and very full. His cheeks colored beneath his beard and he dropped his belly, feeling it slosh up and down, unbalancing him. Kumar had to drop the towel to steady him but then hurriedly moved it back in place.

Ryan swallowed, feeling confused and overwhelmed by his body. What was going on? He shook his head, trying to clear it. It almost felt like he’d been drugged. 

Turning on the shower, he waited for the water to warm and happened to look back to find Kumar staring at his naked body. His lips were curved in a particularly lascivious smile. He snapped to attention, though, when he realized he’d been caught staring. “Nice peanut, bro,” he commented, eying Ryan’s penis. “I thought you were bigger.”

“Hey! It’s cold!” Ryan protested, cheeks coloring. “And I’m a grower, not a shower.” It never occurred to him to wonder why he felt like he had to defend his masculinity in the first place. Instead, he found himself staring with concern down at the short, stubby chode poking out over his hairy balls. His foreskin had disappeared, retracted in a tight collar behind his glans. His cock stuck straight out from his thatch of dirty blond pubes, lacking its usually significant overhang. He had to stop himself from tugging on it to make it bigger.

“I like it. It’s super cute.”

Ryan looked up sharply. “What?!”

Kumar shrugged. “Big dicks are overrated, bro. You look better with a short one.”

Ryan pursed his lips. “I don’t know why we’re even having this conversation.” What he didn’t say, however, was that he was kind of enjoying Kumar’s scrutiny of his naked body.

Kumar wrapped him in the towel and dried him off after he was done showering. Ryan stood there, allowing his friend to pat him dry from head to toe. He even grinned when Kumar folded the towel over his head and dried his hair. (What was left of it, at least.) No one had done that since he was a kid!

“Now do me.”

Ryan looked up in confusion at the towering brute. “Huh?”

Kumar smiled. “Hold up the towel for me so I can shower, too, babe.” He bent over and started to pull down his shorts while Ryan hurriedly grabbed the big, blue towel off the rack and held it up in front of him. By the time he had the towel up, Kumar was standing there in just his blue jockstrap. Ryan flushed. Kumar’s bulge was stunning. Just stunning. It filled the pouch of the jock. His balls were clearly outlined, heavy and round. And then there was his massively long…

“Uh, babe?”

Ryan jumped, realizing his mouth was hanging open. He closed it as Kumar turned around and presented him with his big, furry buttocks and tugged off his strap. He kicked it aside and stepped into the spray of warm water.

Kumar took his time in the shower, soaping up every inch of his hairy body from head to toe. Every so often, he’d turn around to give Ryan a salacious wink. Ryan’s cheeks flamed crimson when the jock turned to the side and gifted him with the full view of his girthy fuckstick. Holy fuck! His cock was huge (and more than half hard if he wasn’t mistaken)! Since when had Kumar gotten so hung? He could’ve sworn that his buddy had a smaller than average dick. In fact, he distinctly remembered him cursing his Indian heritage. “Indian guys’re like Asian dudes,” he’d complained on numerous occasions. “We all got small dicks!”

Well, it wasn’t small anymore. No, it was definitely on the big side. Thick, too. And then there was his long, tapering, black foreskin…

Ryan hurriedly looked away but not before Kumar caught him once again checking out his cock.

Turning off the shower, he took the towel away from Ryan and dried himself off, wrapping it tightly around his thick waist and mussing Ryan’s hair affectionately. His cock looked even harder than a moment ago. “Thanks, babe. Yer da best.” He padded out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, looking back and asking, “You hungry?” He rubbed his bulky tummy. “I am! I don’t know why I’m so ravenous. Must be all the weightlifting!”

Ryan was about to answer when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the bathroom mirror. “HOLY SHIT!” he exclaimed, hands going to his head. “WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAIR?!” He gaped, not recognizing himself as a newly bald man. Somehow, having a thick, brownish blond beard only made the absence of hair on top more obvious. He approached the sink, lowering his head and lifting his gaze to take in the unwelcome sight of his rapidly receding hairline. Soon, the furrows on the sides of his scalp would meet the widening bald spot on top and he’d be left with only a tuft of sparse, blond hair on his forehead.

Kumar, still clad in only a towel, leaned back to look at him from the microwave where he was preparing to make popcorn. “Yeah, I wasn’t gonna say nuthin’ ‘cuz I didn’t wanna upset ya, babe. But, honestly, ya look better this way!”

Ryan scowled, unable to stop touching the hairless patch on the top of his head. “That’s easy for you to fuckin’ say when ya still got a full head of hair!”

“Here, bro, I’ll fix that.” Kumar sauntered into the bathroom and grabbed a pair of clippers from the cabinet behind the mirror. “I’ll shave my head.”

Before Ryan could stop him, Kumar was raking the clippers through his thick, black hair and it was pouring down onto the floor at his wide feet in curly mats. In the matter of a couple minutes, Kumar’s hair was clipped down to black stubble. He smiled at his reflection, looking over Ryan’s shoulder and running his hand over his scalp. “There,” he pronounced. “We’re even.”

Ryan couldn’t get over how much more handsome and masculine Kumar looked with a shaved head. It accentuated his big, strong features. When he ran the clippers over his beard and trimmed it down to stubble as well, Ryan saw he possessed a cleft chin and the sexiest dimples when he grinned…which he was doing right then. His teeth were so white! And those eyes! Smoldering.

“How come ya look so hot without hair and I look like a fuckin’ schlubby troll?” Ryan thrust out his lower lip sulkily.

“‘Schlubby’, huh? I didn’t realize you was Jewish.” Before Ryan could stop him, Kumar reached out and yanked down his towel, exposing his stubby dick with its conspicuous absence of a foreskin. Kumar’s bushy eyebrows went up as Ryan snatched at the towel, trying to cover himself up. Kumar laughed, “Huh? Well, would ya look at that? Maybe ya are Jewish after all? Looks like ya got bris-ed. I thought you was uncut.” 

“Fuck you.”

Kumar’s eyes softened. “Ah, bro, I already tole ya yer peanut’s super cute. Plus, I wouldn’t call ya schlubby or a troll. Yer totally fuckable in my book.” He took Ryan’s chubby cheeks between his fingers and gazed affectionately down at him. “Wait. Did I hear ya correctly? Did ya say I look hot?”

Ryan pulled his face out of Kumar’s grip. “No! I mean, I did but not in that way. I meant–” He choked off, unable to figure out how to dig himself out of the big, gay hole he was in.

Kumar grinned. (Those dimples!) “Don’t worry, bro. I know what ya meant.” He puffed out his chest proudly. “I’m glad ya think I’m hot.”

“I don’t,” Ryan pouted. “Think yer hot, that is.”  Why did his words lack conviction?

***

Chapter 4

Kumar’s hand was over his shoulders, drawing him against his beefy muscle gut. They hugged. Ryan’s heart was thudding and he could feel Kumar’s doing the same. When the microwave timer went off in the kitchen, Kumar tugged him along with him, removing the hot bag of popcorn from inside and tossing it back and forth until it cooled down. Ryan pulled out a bowl for him and Kumar smiled thankfully, emptying the bag into it. Ryan was flushed and bothered, unable to stop staring at the prominent bulge in Kumar’s towel. Kumar looked over at him and winked, putting his full lips together in a mock kiss. Ryan looked away, pulse pounding in his ears.

Clad only in their pink and blue towels, they ate popcorn while watching the German guys on television. By this point, more than a month had elapsed in the program and the guys had dispensed with wearing clothes, walking around in the apartment in only their underwear, the black-haired dude in a green jockstrap and the fat, blond one in a pink and blue thong. Ryan marveled at the lack of censorship on European television. They didn’t even blur out the black-haired guy’s hairy asshole when he bent over and did squats.

Their naked bodies made it obvious how drastically the German duo had changed. They were both even bigger, for one thing; they’d gained a lot of weight and could no longer be described as anywhere near svelte. Weirder, each guy looked like he’d aged more than a decade…in less than a month! On top of this, the black-haired one was now noticeably taller, hairier and broader than the blond guy. His muscle belly had swelled, pushing out his rock-hard abs in a pronounced ‘roid gut. The dude’s shoulders were so wide they scraped the door frame when he walked through it.

In contrast, the blond dude was comparatively smaller and softer. One thing, however, wasn’t small at all: His ass. The blond dude’s butt jutted out behind him like a giant bubble, both blocky and jiggly. It was even bigger than his soft, hairy belly. The dark-haired guy couldn’t take his eyes off of it. Ryan swallowed, feeling his significantly bigger, softer butt cheeks beneath him on the couch. They were like a huge, spreading pillow…

Kumar’s arm was around him.

Ryan looked over and realized he was pressed against his big, muscular friend’s side, nestled into his armpit. Freshly showered and wearing deodorant, Kumar wasn’t nearly as stinky as before. Now his body odor was pleasantly herbal. Strong, clean and masculine. Like Kumar. 

He curled up, looking up and smiling. Kumar glanced down and winked at him, squeezing him closer.

“Here, babe,” Kumar murmured, standing up. His towel fell off of his wide waist as he did so, too small now to reach around his expanding hips. His ‘roid gut was just as round and blocky as the black-haired German guy’s and he, too, appeared to have aged a decade or more. “Follow me.” He held out his huge, calloused hand, wiggling his thick fingers.

Ryan was too preoccupied with salivating over his big bro’s hulking cock to notice Kumar’s other changes. (His dick was so long! So thick! So black! And that foreskin! Ungh!)  He couldn’t take his eyes off that enormous anaconda dangling between his furry thighs. He licked his lips, entranced. Only when Kumar cleared his throat did he snap out of it.

Lowering his eyes demurely, he reached out and took the proffered hand and allowed Kumar to heave him off the couch. Standing next to him, he realized he’d shrunk even more and now was more than six inches shorter. His towel fell away as he stood up, too, and soon he was just as naked as Kumar. His cheeks reddened beneath his scratchy beard when he realized his bloated belly sagged over his genitals, obscuring them. When he looked down, all he could see was his big, round, furry tummy. He looked ridiculous!

Blushing furiously, he looked down at the floor. “Uh, where we goin’?”

“Outside.”

Ryan’s head snapped up. “What?!”

“Shhh, c’mere. I’ll show ya.” Kumar led him by the hand over to a little hatch in the ceiling that Ryan hadn’t noticed before. “I found this while ya were asleep last night.” He reached up and tugged on a small rope dangling from the hatch and pulled down. The hatch gave way and a ladder came down from above.

“Holy shit!” Ryan’s mouth was hanging open. “Where’s it go?”

“I’ll show ya.” Kumar urged him up on the ladder and Ryan clambered up, looking down once to find Kumar’s eyes riveted on his big, hairy ass; his expression was glazed but he snapped out of it when he realized Ryan was frowning down at him. He reached up and hoisted his huge, bulky body onto the first rung of the ladder.

Soon, they were standing on the roof of their ‘cage’. It was nighttime and the zoo was dark, save for a few lights scattered around the walkways. Ryan gazed out on the expanse both in wonder and wondering if they might escape captivity from here. All he had to do was look down to the precipitous drop below to realize that was impossible. There was a deep moat between their apartment and the viewing platform where the crowds would gather to gawk at them. Without a rope, they’d never be able to scale the outside of their enclosure because the moat completely surrounded them. On either side were enormous, concrete trees with ropes dangling off their limbs. Ryan stared at them, wondering what animals were contained there?

Kumar sidled up behind him and, wrapping his huge arms around his belly, pulled him against his own much more solid belly. He leaned down and kissed his ear. “Yer beautiful, babe.”

A soft moan escaped Ryan’s mouth before he could stop it. He knew he should pull away but couldn’t make himself. It just felt so good being held by his big, strong, muscular bro. “So are you,” he sighed, feeling his little stubby cock tingle.

A roar in the distance startled him at that moment and he braced as Kumar’s arms tightened protectively around him. “What was that?”

“A lion.” (Kumar’s stiffening cock, Ryan realized then, was pressing insistently into the small of his back. It was getting harder all the time.) The lion’s roar was answered by another from further away. Kumar chuckled, “They’re callin’ to each other. Isn’t it cool? It’s like we’re in Gujarat. You know that’s where my family’s from, right? When I was a kid, we used to go to the Gir National Forest sometimes, juss to hear the lions. If we were lucky, we saw one.”

Ryan nodded, holding his breath. Something about the roar of the lion awakened both a primal fear and a primal hunger in him. It wasn’t long before the hunger won out, no doubt augmented by Kumar’s cock pressing harder and harder against his soft, sensitive skin. 

“Here.” Kumar sat down, pulling Ryan down with him until he was nestled between his thick thighs. Ryan’s big, soft bottom wedged against Kumar’s hard cock. Kumar enfolded him with his arms, leaning forward and kissing his ear. “I love ya, bro.”

“I love you, too.”

Kumar chuckled. “I think yer hot as fuck. I’m gonna dump Sonia and go out with you instead. You down with that?”

“Yeah.”

Ryan couldn’t believe the word had left his lips until after he said it. He turned his head in surprise. It was dark but not so dark that he didn’t catch Kumar’s smoldering gaze. His buddy looked like a lion ready to pounce on his prey. Ryan swallowed and then met his lips, kissing him. He was ready. Ready to be devoured.

It was weird kissing a man, especially one with so much stubble. But he liked it. A lot. His chode was so hard it was aching and he could feel his balls drawing up in his sac. They ached, too. Ached for release. He really wanted Kumar to suck him off! The thought both thrilled and shocked him. His head was swimming. His heart was pounding. His stomach was filled with butterflies.

He was in love.

“I wanna give you a little surprise,” he whispered, glancing back at Kumar shyly. “Lay on yer back and pull up yer legs.”

Kumar’s eyes danced in the dim light. “Yeah? Ok!” He immediately compiled, lying back and pulling up his knees. His pendulous balls sagged down over his furry taint, more shadow than anything else. It didn’t matter, though, because Ryan’s nose told him everything he needed to know. He trusted it more than his vision and let it guide him downward, following the potent scent of Kumar’s asshole. The stink was rich and musky. A forbidden aroma that reminded Ryan of cooked meat. Savory, spicy, delectable.

He bent down and nuzzled Kumar’s balls, licking them. They were so big and heavy! His tongue came away coated in kinky hair and slightly salty, slightly pungent musk. Kumar moaned and Ryan–holding his breath out of complete and utter shock that he was licking another man’s balls–dove back in. This time, he worked his tongue downward, caressing Kumar’s taint. Kumar moaned louder and arched his back. He grabbed his huge, muscular buttocks and pulled them apart, inviting Ryan to perform the most profanely gay act of his life. His moist pucker relaxed, filling Ryan’s nose with an intoxicating brew of odors, disgusting as they were titillating. 

“Fuuuuck,” he murmured as Kumar pulled his buttocks wide open. The taste of his bro’s asshole was even more revolting than he imagined but it turned him on like nothing else. He couldn’t remember ever being this hard when he was fucking Claire or any of the other numerous women he’d bedded over the years. Why had he never thought about tasting a guy’s asshole? Because it was disgusting, that’s why. Now, though, he knew what he’d been missing. He liked disgusting things. The stinkier, the better!

He reached around and grabbed Kumar’s giant, rock-hard cock in his hand. Jesus Christ! The guy was hung! He didn’t believe a man could have a penis so long and fat! It was heavy, too! Kumar let out a little gasp of astonishment as Ryan tongued his asshole, working his way in deeper, and jacked him slowly.

“UNGH!” he moaned. “Ain’t nobody never licked my asshole before, babe! This is fuckin’ awesome!”

His whole body was quivering with excitement as Ryan’s tongue and hand worked their magic. Soon, Kumar was spewing cum all over his startled face. (Ryan was glad he’d aimed that ‘love cannon’ away from himself.) And he was hollering at the top of his lungs. Around them, the zoo went silent but then one of the lions started roaring again as if answering Kumar’s challenge. They both laughed.

“Now you.”

Kumar didn’t even wait until his cock was finished cumming. He immediately pushed Ryan onto his back and took his entire package–both cock and balls–in his mouth and commenced sucking. Not content to leave it at that, he traced a finger down his taint and, pausing to moisten it, inserted it into Ryan’s tightly clenched rosebud. 

“FUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Ryan roared. “OH, FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

He had no idea that a chode could be such a blessing but, after having a big dick for all of his adult life, he now knew that a small one was superior. Nothing could compare to having your whole package fellated by a man with such a long and skillful tongue as Kumar’a. In no time, he was ejaculating, filling Kumar’s ardent mouth with jizz.

Kumar swallowed it down with gusto while gazing up at him with an expression of pure adoration. His expressive brown eyes sparkled with happiness as he waited for Ryan to come down off of the incandescent high of his first blowjob from a man. Only when he was breathing deeply again did he remove his mouth from his cock and his finger from his hole. He lifted the finger to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning with ecstasy, before licking it clean.

“That was the first time I’ve ever given a dude a blowjob,” he revealed, looking almost embarrassed. “Was it Ok?”

Ryan answered by holding out his arms and inviting Kumar to lie down on top of him. Kumar obliged, settling his heavy bulk over Ryan’s big, soft belly and torso. He wrapped his arms around him, working his hands down to cup his significantly larger buttocks. They lay like that for a long time, breathing softly and occasionally kissing. Around them, other animals joined in the nighttime chorus. There was an owl calling from outside the zoo. Far off, probably in the Canadian Tundra exhibit, he heard a wolf howl. Monkeys–chimpanzees?–cried out, no doubt disturbed by the lion. And then, right next to them, came a deep, booming sound, almost a bark. His skin prickled and he looked over at the concrete tree, trying to see what it was. An ape of some kind?

Kumar heard it, too. His bro instinctively hugged Ryan against him, holding him close. He followed Ryan’s gaze, scrunching up his brow. “What the fuck is that?” 

The boom was joined by another, even deeper boom/bark. It gave them goosebumps. And turned them on. They writhed against each other, their cocks dueling. Well, Ryan’s cock was so small it was insignificant in comparison to Kumar’s but the friction was fun and he loved being smothered and utterly dominated by a bigger and hung-er alpha male. Kumar’s chest was still drenched in his sticky cum and that, mixed with their sweat, created a delightfully aromatic lubricant. In a few minutes, both men’s cocks were spasming, adding more ejaculate to the mix, and their mouths were locked together. Two big, fat, hairy men. Joined as one. All the while, the mysterious creatures continued their deep, guttural booming barks, only ceasing when Kumar and Ryan grew silent once again.

After a while, they grew chilled and started to get ready to move back inside. “Only one more day and one more night and we’re free, babe,” Kumar said, helping Ryan to his feet. His cock, Ryan noticed, was already hard again. And, even though he couldn’t see it beneath his hefty belly, he knew his was as well. 

***

Chapter 5

Ryan awoke the next morning much like the previous morning, with Kumar’s rich scent on the pillow and the tantalizing aroma of Indian food tickling his nostrils. His tummy growled with hunger as another growl of a different, sexual kind escaped his lips. His chode was erect and chafing against the mattress, a drawback to no longer having a foreskin. He sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

He gave a little yelp when he realized the zoo was already  open and he was naked on the bed in full view of the spectators. He hurriedly clamped the pillows around his front and back and staggered out of the bedroom. His big belly and butt weighed him down, necessitating a change in his gait; he walked like a fat guy now, he realized with coloring cheeks.

“Mornin’, babe!” Kumar called out, looking over his shoulder and winking. He was standing in front of the stove, an apron tied around his thick waist.

Ryan stopped abruptly when he realized Kumar was naked beneath his apron, his bulky, furry buttocks jiggling alluringly. He had the most perfect man-ass in the entire world! So muscular and fat at the same time! Ryan was envious. His ass, he knew for a fact, was just round and flabby.

“Y-Y-You’re naked!” Ryan sputtered, trying to take his eyes off the perfect ass. “An’ the zoo’s open!”

Kumar turned to him and grinned. Ryan saw that his penis was so long the tip of his long, black foreskin wagged back and forth beneath the hem of the apron. “I ain’t naked, bro,” he laughed. “I’m wearin’ this!” He gestured to the apron.

Ryan flushed with embarrassment for Kumar, looking wildly over to the big window where there were already crowds of people gathered outside. In addition to the visitors, he saw there were men dressed in zookeeper uniforms putting up orange hazard cones around their enclosure. “Adults only,” a sign stuck into a cone read. “Must be 18 years or older to enter.”

There were a dozen or more smartphones aimed at Kumar. Someone wolf-whistled and Kumar grinned, turning his bare butt to the window and shaking it salaciously. “Want some of dis?” he taunted. “Well, ya gotta wait til I’m outta here, boys!” This was met with scattered laughter as well as some applause.

Ryan clutched the pillows more tightly over his privates.

“C’mon, babe!” Kumar coaxed. “Show ‘em what ya got! Yer beautiful, ya know that?” When Ryan shook his head, Kumar sighed and marched him back into the bedroom, pulling out a fresh, lacey thong from the underwear drawer in the pink dresser. “If yer not gonna go commando like the big boys, then wear this.” He thrust out his lower lip. “For me. I love seeing ya in a thong!”

Ryan hesitated. Outside their window, the crowd started chanting, “Do it! Do it! Do it! DO IT!”

“See?” Kumar said, gesturing to the windows. “Your fans wanna see ya thonged-up, too!” Before Ryan could stop him, he plucked the pillows away from Ryan and tossed them back on the bed. Then he bent over and forced his feet through the legholes of the thong and pulled it up his mountainous thighs. In no time, Ryan was clad only in the skimpiest thong imaginable. He hung his head, ashamed.

The crowd went crazy with people cheering, whistling and generally roaring their approval. More than a few, however, booed him and he could hear nasty snickering. One guy even yelled, “Cover up, Piggy! You belong in a barn, not the zoo!”

“Ignore the haters, babe,” Kumar whispered, hand on Ryan’s huge, saggy ass cheek. “I think yer hotter than fuck!”

Ryan gave him a half-hearted smile. He didn’t like to admit it but being called fat really hurt. He was used to being a hung, ripped stud. Now when he looked down at his bloated body, he didn’t recognize himself anymore. It made him depressed.

He waddled out of the bedroom behind Kumar, envying his bro’s massive, muscular frame. Kumar was everything he could ever desire in a man. So confident, strong, husky and proud! Oh, how Ryan wished he looked like Kumar instead of a fat, bald pig!

Kumar busied himself with breakfast while Ryan flopped down on the sofa (ignoring the groan of the springs beneath his hefty bulk) and turned on the TV. He just about rolled off of the couch, though, when he saw the German guys. They were openly fucking! On television! The black-haired dude had the blond guy bent over the squat rack and was railing against his gaping asshole, splitting him down the middle with his incredibly thick cock. 

As Ryan watched in stunned surprise, the dude grabbed hold of blondie’s scraggly mullet and pulled his head back. Blondie cried out in pain and delight as the big dude slammed into his hole. Feeling the prick of premonition, Ryan’s hand went to the back of his head only to withdraw it in alarm when he felt his own scraggly mullet. His hair–what was left of it in back–had grown out, hanging in lank, stringy threads over the nape of his neck. How the fuck had he grown a fucking mullet overnight?

“Huh, they gots the right idea,” Kumar observed, standing behind the sofa. He watched the guys fuck with his arms folded in approval. “Let’s try that after we eat!”

“What?! No!!!” Ryan hollered, alarmed. “I’m not gonna let ya fuck me in public!”

“We’re not in public,” Kumar pointed out. “We’re at the zoo and, besides, so what?” He patted his crotch. Ryan’s eyes widened when he saw the growing outline of his giant stiffy; it was so hefty it lifted up the hem of the apron. “I say let’s give these fuckers a show they won’t forget.” He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers enticingly. “You up for it, babe?”

“NO!”

Kumar laughed, shaking his head. “You will be. I know how to get ya all horned up: Feed ya from my plate!”

Ignoring Ryan’s protests, he hauled him up from the couch and guided him over the table where he’d laid out a feast. He took a seat in one of the chairs and patted his lap, inviting Ryan to sit down. When he hesitated, Kumar yanked him down, settling him on his wide lap and nestling his hardon in the cleft of Ryan’s plump posterior. 

“There, babe. Now lemme feed ya!” He took a fork and speared a sausage link, inserting it into Ryan’s mouth when he opened it to complain. Soon, he was all but force-feeding Ryan, stuffing him so full of food that he thought his stomach would explode.

He loved every bite!

Kumar was right. Being fed from his lap did get Ryan horny. His little chode was trickling pre like a straw by the time Kumar had forced the last bite of breakfast down his gaping maw. And then Kumar pushed him onto his feet and shoved him against the squat rack. Ryan fell forward, feeling his full stomach complain. He slumped ass-up over the bar, just like the fat German guy on television.

“Ya ready to get fucked, babe?”

Ryan opened his mouth to refuse but was surprised when instead a plaintive oink emerged from his parted lips. Kumar laughed. “That’s my little piggy!” 

Ryan whimpered as Kumar forced his legs wider and the flaps of his butt cheeks separated, exposing his buried hole. He inhaled and smelled coconut, looking behind him to find Kumar slathering his hulking cock with a white pasty substance.

“Coconut oil,” he explained, reaching into the jar and extracting a goopy handful. He slicked the white, oily paste over his achingly erect pole. “The only lube I got. Smells good, don’t it?” He smeared a glob over Ryan’s hole, inserting a fat finger in the process. Ryan squawked when that finger scored his sensitive prostate. “Let’s do it, babe!” Kumar urged. “Let’s fuck!”

Ryan whined in fear. He wasn’t ready! He’d never been fucked before and knew Kumar’s ramrod would tear his poor, virgin pucker to shreds. He clenched, hoping that would stop the assault but Kumar merely wiggled his finger in deeper and added another, stretching out his tiny, tight rosebud.

Ryan wilted in humiliation when he heard a woman exclaim, “OMG! Are they gonna–? GROSS!” Kumar merely laughed, working a third finger inside. Ryan hung his head as the crowd outside registered its disgust in a variety of ways, some even throwing things at their window.

“Ignore ‘em,” Kumar soothed. “It’s juss you an’ me, babe. As soon as I’m inside ya, you’ll forget all ‘bout them haters!”

“Wait!” Ryan squealed. “I’m not ready!”

Kumar paused, placing a big hand on Ryan’s bottom. “Babe, you think I don’t know that? Who do you think’s fuckin’ ya? I’m yer big bro, Kumar! I got yer back…literally.” He laughed. “Ima gonna take this slow. We’re both gonna enjoy ourselves. Now juss relax and breathe deep. I’m gonna dick ya good.”

Ryan tried his best to relax. Kumar withdrew his fingers with a wet slurp and, slicking back his foreskin, placed his blunt cockhead on Ryan’s hole. He braced, terrified of being torn asunder. Kumar leaned over him and grasped his arms over Ryan’s swollen belly, gently thrusting forward.

The coconut oil did the trick! Ryan’s eyes rolled back in his head as a cock penetrated his asshole for the first time in his life. Kumar bit his ear to distract him from the pain and continued sliding inch after inch of his monster into him. Ryan cried out, surprised that he actually enjoyed the pain. He could feel his sinews stretching perilously as his rectum made room for that enormous cock but they didn’t tear. Kumar might be an inexperienced top but he was skilled in the art of making love and intuitively adjusted his technique to mold to Ryan’s body. He figure out that Ryan liked it a bit rough and, as soon as he’d stretched him out enough, slapped rhythmically against his saggy buttocks, driving his mammoth in deeper and deeper.

They soon merged in a carnal union that made them forget all about the watching crowd. Their bodies were joined and so were their hearts. Ryan’s hearted expanded just like his gaping asshole as affection welled up inside him. He loved Kumar! He fucking loved him more than anything!

“KUMAR! RYAN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Kumar groaned as he turned to look out the window. Ryan’s view was cut off by his big bro’s hulking body but he recognized his girlfriend Claire’s voice. He clenched his sphincter in dread, causing Kumar to moan in pleasure. “Don’t look now, babe,” he grunted in his ear, “but Sonia an’ Claire are out there.” Rather than pulling out of his butt, though, he increased the power of his thrusts, ramming into him with seismic force. Ryan’s brain exploded with an overload of pain and pleasure. He lifted his head and squealed like a pig.

They kept on fucking and fucking. He lost count of the times Kumar erupted inside him. The big dude’s potent jizz was running in rivers down his thighs. Kumar didn’t let up after orgasming, though, and was hard again in no time. Their cries of passion drowned out Sonia and Claire’s angry shouting. They drifted happily oblivious, lost in the ardent haze of ecstasy. They soon forgot they even had girlfriends; neither could remember anything before falling in love with each other.

Sonia and Claire gave up yelling and stormed off.

Kumar was fondling Ryan’s nub, working him up to another explosive climax, when they heard a young guy bark, “Jesus, is that Ryan Hanley? He’s a faggot? Holy fuck?! What happened to him?” Another guy exclaimed, “Fuck! It is him! I barely recognize him! He looks so fat, old and ugly!” “Ikr?” another familiar voice called out, “Talk ‘bout schlubby! Disgusting.” A third voice chimed in, “Who’s that fucking him? Look how built he is! We need to recruit him onto the football team. What a stud!”

Ryan wilted. He’d recognize those voices anywhere; they belonged to his football teammates. Soon, more of his teammates chimed in, adding their insults to his already injured pride. Calls of ‘Faggot!’ ‘Fatty!’ and ‘Piggy!’ soon echoed throughout the apartment. He lowered his head in shame.

Knowing just how to revive him, Kumar took hold of his mullet and yanked his head back up, driving into his hole with renewed vigor. Ryan squalled like a little baby and Kumar grunted. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to! Simply by fucking him like the stud stallion he was, he managed to haul Ryan back from the brink of despair. As Ryan felt his hole give away, surrendering forever to Kumar’s girthy club, he knew two things: Kumar would never leave him and, no matter what anyone else might think, Kumar found him insanely attractive. That was enough. It had to be! Because no one would ever again call him a stud. 

Those days were over.

***

“Are ya sad, babe?” Kumar asked as they cleaned up in the shower afterwards. “I mean, I know ya didn’t wanna be turned into a short-dicked, gay bottom.” 

He massaged shampoo into Ryan’s stringy mullet, working his confident hands downward and soaping up his back. He pressed against him, working his half-hard member into the furry cleft of his ass. Ryan braced when Kumar’s club brushed against his aching ass lips. He didn’t need to worry, though; Kumar knew he needed to recover after their hourslong fuckfest.

Ryan lifted his head and met Kumar’s lips, “Yeah, I’m sad. It hurts. It really hurts. I had no idea how cruel people can be to us fat guys. And it’s even worse if yer a girly bottom with a tiny dick.” He paused, shivering when Kumar licked his neck. “It’s gonna take some time to get used to. I don’t know if I ever will.”

“Mmhmm. I feel the same way,” Kumar admitted. “Well, not ‘xactly the same ‘cuz we ain’t the same. I got it easier than you do. Way easier. Still, it’s a lot to adjust to.”

Ryan stood there, feeling the warm spray rain down upon them and savoring the touch of Kumar’s wandering hands. Finally, he said, “How did they do this to us?” He looked down at his enormously swollen, saggy belly. “In just two days!”

“Dunno.” Kumar kneaded his butt cheeks, making Ryan moan. “Maybe we’ll never find out? I plan to sue the fuckin’ pants off the university when I get outta here, though. They can’t do this shit to guys without their consent, even if we did sign all that paperwork!”

“True dat.” Ryan turned and, squirting soap into his palms, rubbed them together and then proceeded to work his hand down Kumar’s immense, rugged, stocky body. It wasn’t long before he was on his knees sucking the dude’s thick cock (after cleaning it thoroughly of their after-sex residue.)

***

Chapter 6

They climbed up to the roof again that night and enjoyed a much more tender and heartfelt lovemaking session. Both were sore from their earlier roughhousing and now they felt like cuddling and exploring each other’s bodies with soft, gentle hands. Ryan was lying between Kumar’s thighs, his head resting on the big man’s stomach. Beneath him, he could feel Kumar’s cock but it was as yet quiescent, a resting beast that might wake up at any moment. Kumar was braiding his mullet, chuckling as he did so.

The lions were roaring in the background, agitating the hyenas and howler monkeys. The zoo at night was a much more raucous place than during the daytime when the animals were more muted due to the throngs of people. Ryan felt like he could get used to living in a zoo but only if it were closed to people. He wouldn’t mind sharing his life with wild animals; they were kinder than humans and didn’t judge him for being fat and girly.

Kumar was starting to urge him to suck his cock when they felt two heavy thugs on the platform upon which they lay. They gave a start, looking over in surprise when they spotted the outlines of two, huge, hairy apes looming over them.

Ryan sat bolt upright and Kumar immediately got between him and the fearsome beasts. “Stay behind me,” he ordered. “I’ll take care of this.” He stood up and puffed out his chest, obviously trying to show the apes he was not to be fucked with.

The apes merely watched him with what could only be described as weary disdain. One of them even settled back on his left foot and folded his brutish arms. Ape body language was apparently similar to a human’s because he was clearly unimpressed. The other ape made a rough grunting noise that sounded like, “Ook ook.”

Ryan scrambled to his feet. “How the fuck did they get over here?” He crept up behind Kumar and wrapped his arms around his belly, feeling his big bro’s confidence flow into him. He felt so much better when Kumar was there!

“They jumped.” Kumar didn’t take his eyes off the pair. “Musta swung over on those ropes.” He pointed into the gloom where Ryan could just make out the motion of a couple ropes hanging off the limbs of the concrete trees. As he looked from the tree to the apes, he realized they had to be the source of the deep booming barks from the night before. It figures, he thought, the zoo put Kumar and me in with the primates!

The biggest ape took a step toward them. When Kumar braced, ready to react, the ape held up his long hands in a placating gesture. Kumar relaxed and the ape slowly closed the distance between them. He stood easily on two legs, not the least bit stooped like a gorilla, and was easily as tall as Kumar. His body was backlit so Ryan couldn’t see very clearly but he appeared to be well-muscled and quite hairy. As he held his breath, the ape reached out and clasped Kumar’s forearm in much the same way that the jocks on Ryan’s football team greeted each other. Then he lifted his other hand and, when Kumar did the same, proceeded to give him a fist bump.

“What the fuck?!” Ryan whispered, nose twitching from the ape’s foul odor. He smelled horrible! “How’d he learn to do that?”

Kumar shook his head, forearm still in the big ape’s grip. “Dunno. Musta been watchin’ the bros at the zoo er sumthin’.”

The ape clapped him on the shoulder and then turned and jumped down the open hatch behind them, landing nimbly on his feet below. Before Kumar or Ryan could block him, the other ape followed suit, leaving only his potent odor wafting in the breeze. Their apartment was now occupied by a couple of wild apes!

“Jesus, what do we do now?!” Ryan looked over the edge of the hatch as one of the apes turned on the television. This was followed by the unmistakable sound of the fridge door opening. The fucking bastards were making themselves at home in their apartment!

Kumar shrugged. “I guess we go down there an’ join ‘em? I mean, what else are we gonna do? Spend the night out here?” He paused, massaging his stubbly chin thoughtfully. “They don’t seem like they’re gonna hurt us. I mean, they woulda attacked us by now if they did.” He squared his shoulders and, grabbing onto the top rung of the ladder, hefted himself onto it. Before Ryan could stop him, he was already descending.

Ryan hesitated. He’d heard all sorts of nasty stories about apes and chimpanzees attacking people and knew they could not be trusted. They were wild animals after all! He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering in the cool night air. After some deliberation, he set his qualms aside and opted to join Kumar in the apartment with the apes. Given a choice between being alone or being with Kumar, he’d take Kumar. Dangerous apes be damned!

***

Much to Ryan’s chagrin, the apes devoured the leftover Butter Chicken in the refrigerator. He climbed down off the ladder in time to see the bigger ape remove a steaming plate of it from the microwave and offer it to his friend. The smaller ape was already comfortably ensconced on the couch, watching the German guys fuck their brains out. Ryan noticed with relief that the creature had the courtesy to least place a towel beneath his soiled bottom before sitting down. He watched in amazement; it was almost like these apes had lived with humans before!

The beasts were soon sitting beside each other on the sofa and scooping handfuls of the Butter Chicken into their mouths. Ryan and Kumar couldn’t stop staring. These apes were as intimidating as they were confusing! Wickedly long, sharp canine teeth jutted from their lower jaws and their hairy bodies were replete with bulging muscles. They were remarkably lean as well, clearly a pair of powerful males in their prime. Aside from a slight size difference, Ryan noticed the bigger one’s fur was mostly black while the smaller one was dark brown. They ook-ooked contentedly as they slurped down the food. 

“Must not be used to eatin’ this good in their pen,” Kumar observed, smiling proudly. (He loved it when people–and apes–appreciated his cooking.)

Finished eating, the apes licked their fingers and then stood up and headed into the bathroom. Ryan and Kumar watched slack-jawed as one turned on the shower while the other waited patiently for the water to warm. Soon, they were soaping each other up in much the same way that Kumar and Ryan had done earlier that day.

Seeing them in the shower together, Ryan realized these apes, while obviously both male, were also a mated pair. It was obvious from their loving behavior. The bigger one treated the smaller one with such affection that Ryan had to sniff back a tear. It reminded him a lot of Kumar!

In the full light of the bathroom, Ryan took the opportunity to study them. Their stature and musculature was very human but their nappy fur and ugly, distorted faces were very simian. Their mouths protruded like a chimpanzee’s and their brows were heavy and sloping like a gorilla’s. Definitely nothing you would ever describe as handsome or comely. Ryan was reminded of the CGI-rendered creatures from the Planet of the Apes movies.

“What species of ape do you think they are?” he asked Kumar finally. “They can’t be gorillas or chimpanzees. Bonobos, maybe? I’ve heard bonobos are the closest to humans in terms of behavior. But they’re ‘sposed to be smaller than us.”

Kumar’s lip twitched wryly. “From the looks of things, I’d say they’re Homo erectus.”

Ryan blinked. “Huh?” But then he noticed it, too, and blushed. “Oh.”

The brown-haired ape’s long, pendulous penis was rapidly becoming erect, rising from the scruffy fur around his groin. His cock was a lot thinner than a human’s and looked very pencil-like sticking out from his crotch. Behind him, the black-haired ape leaned down and chomped affectionately on his mate’s shoulder, causing him to bark in happiness. And then he bent him over and started fucking him senseless with his equally long, thin cock. Soon, the apartment was filled with muted slapping–punctuated by sharp grunts–as the big one rammed into his partner’s skinny ass. They didn’t use any lube.

“Kinda gets me goin’,” Kumar admitted, watching the pair avidly. “Well?”

“Oof, no!” Ryan clenched his beleaguered butthole at the thought of having Kumar’s fuckstick lodged inside him again. “I’ll gladly rim and blow you, though.”

And so they joined their primate cousins, exploring the pleasures of gay sex side by side, until both pairs were exhausted. Afterward, Ryan and Kumar debated offering the apes their bed but the black-haired ape forestalled them, reclining on the sofa and holding out his long, hairy arms to his mate. The brown-haired ape joined him, nestling against his chest and closing his eyes. His ugly mouth was creased in the semblance of a smile.

“I guess that settles it,” Kumar said. “We get the bed!”

He led Ryan into the bathroom where they rinsed off before retiring. (Ryan, however, couldn’t sleep until he’d cleaned the matted ape hair out of the drain.)

***

It happened so quickly that Ryan was caught completely off guard. One moment, he was sleeping contentedly in Kumar’s beefy arms, the morning sun falling gently on his chubby face, and the next a couple of zookeepers in hazmat suits were bursting into their apartment. They threw a couple smoking canisters onto the floor inside and aimed tranquilizer guns at their bedroom. Ryan sat up in bed as Kumar grabbed him and pushed him toward the ladder to the roof. “Get up there, now, babe! And hold yer breath!” A dart whizzed past him as he said this, narrowly missing his buttock.

Ryan scrambled up the ladder as fast as his bloated body would go. Once outside, he reached for Kumar’s hand and hauled him out. His bro was winded and his eyes were watering but he seemed alright. They looked around and realized the pair of apes were already on the platform. Somehow, the creatures must have heard the men before them and acted accordingly.

They looked at each other, debating what to do. Ryan was opening his mouth to speak when Kumar grunted. He looked over and saw a tranquilizer dart poking out of his shoulder. “Bastards got me!” Kumar swore before collapsing to his knees.

Ryan looked around in a panic, realizing the outside of their apartment was surrounded by men in hazmat suits wielding tranq guns. The darts zinged through the air as he and the apes did their best to dodge them. Ryan quickly grew tired and knew it was only a matter of time before he joined Kumar in restful slumber. (The big guy was curled up at his feet, fast asleep and smiling like a baby.) 

He was about to surrender when he saw the apes exchange a quick nod and then jump back down into the apartment. I wonder what they’re up to? he thought before deciding to risk it and follow after them. It tore at his heart to leave Kumar behind but something told him that he was better off with the apes. He climbed down the ladder into the smoke-filled apartment.

In hindsight, it was a mistake for the zookeepers to use smoke canisters. The smoke was confusing, sure, but it also concealed the apes when they reentered the apartment. By the time Ryan stepped down onto the floor, the apes had subdued their assailants. One of them easily held down both zookeepers while the other tossed the smoke canisters out of the open door. He then slammed it shut and jammed it closed with the heavy iron bar from the squat rack.

“N-N-No! Please!” one of the zookeepers begged as the brown-haired ape removed his facemask. Beneath it was a wild-eyed, young guy, staring up fearfully at the enraged ape. “Don’t bite me!” he pleaded. “I’ll do anything! I’ll let you go! I promise! Just don’t bite me!” The brown-haired ape bared his teeth, exposing his sharp, yellowed canines. The hapless zookeeper cowered, groveling. 

Beside them, the black-haired ape grappled with the other zookeeper, tossing his gun aside and ripping off his mask. Unlike his more temperate partner, though, he promptly buried his teeth in the neck of the shrieking zookeeper. He didn’t bite hard, Ryan saw with relief, but he did leave a bloody wound when he let go. The young zookeeper howled like he was dying in agony.

Ryan stood there, uncertain what to do. He was just beginning to think he’d should’ve stayed on the roof when the black-haired ape looked over at his mate and yelled in perfect English, “What the fuck are you waiting for, dude? Bite the fucker!” 

Wait! They can talk?! Ryan thought, completely befuddled by yet another unexpected turn of events.

The brown-haired ape, looking apologetic, hesitated only a moment before clamping down on his captive’s neck. He lifted his muzzle, coated with blood, and grinned back at his partner, “Sorry, bro. Not used to this shit yet.”

The black-haired ape wiped a hairy hand across his face, chiding, “Well, ya better get used to it soon! It’s the only way we’ll get outta here.” He looked down at the mewling zookeeper who was clutching at the bite on his neck. “Maybe now they’ll agree to bargain with us!” 

He squatted over his captive and proceeded to rip apart the hazmat suit until the man was completely naked, not a shred left on his body. Beside him, the brown-haired ape did the same to the other zookeeper. The naked zookeepers, Ryan noted with approval, were both really hot guys who were in very good shape. One appeared to be of Mexican descent while the other guy was white.

“Keep an eye on them while they change,” the black-haired ape ordered Ryan. “We’re gonna go up and get yer buddy back.” The two apes leaped over the couch and swung up the ladder, leaving Ryan wondering what he meant by ‘while they change’? It turned out he didn’t need to wait very long to find out.

“H-H-Help me!” the darker-haired guy pleaded, reaching out to Ryan. “I-I-I can feel it starting!”

“What’s starting?”

Even as he said it, he could see the dark hair sprouting all over the man’s formerly smooth body. The poor guy groaned in pain as his arms began to contort, lengthening, even as his legs commenced shrinking, growing thicker and splaying out. Between his legs, his penis thickened, his glans protruding from his foreskin as it attenuated into a sharp tip. 

Howling in both fear and agony, the man covered his face with his hands. His fingers thickened and lengthened, twisting. When he pulled his now ungainly hands away, Ryan drew back in horror. The guy’s lower jaw was thrusting outward as his canines grew long and then yellowed. His brow thickened and sloped backward as his formerly handsome features dissolved into brutishness. In a matter of minutes, he’d transformed into a hideously ugly ape.

His fellow zookeeper wasn’t in any better shape. The guy’s skin darkened and brown fur crawled out of his skin, forming into a fragrant mat that covered his entire body. His shoulders widened and his arms grew unevenly muscled, long enough to reach the floor when he stood up. His spine arched and settled into a permanent hunch and his legs shrank upward, twisting and contorting so that he was forced to crouch over and lean forward on his knuckles. 

His torso thickened and his chest swelled even as his head grew bigger, swallowing his neck. His ears disappeared, leaving only small holes behind. Coarse, silver fur sprouted on his sloping brow and then sped downward, carpeting his back. Perhaps most alarming for the poor guy, though, was the state of his genitals. His long cock and hefty balls shrunk down to nothing, leaving him with a pink, baby-sized cocklet between his malformed thighs. By the time he was done transforming, he looked much more like a gorilla than the other three. 

“That was fast,” the black-haired ape commented as he deposited Kumar’s body on the floor beside Ryan. He shook his ugly head. “Man, are they ever disgusting!” He looked back at his fellow ape, giving him a toothy grin. “Looks like we don’t gotta worry, bro! We’re still the hottest monkeys in this zoo!” His pal grinned back at him. Ryan shook his head. All four of the apes looked awful to him!

“Um,” he began tentatively, “would you explain what’s going on? Who are you? And how did you get locked up in the zoo?” He put his hands on his wide, soft hips. “I can tell you used to be human,” he gestured toward the weeping, groveling, newly-formed apes at his feet, “like them.”

“I’m Jack Spitzer,” the black-haired ape said, reaching out to shake Ryan’s hand in a firm grip. “Swim team captain.” He jerked his chin over to his friend, “And this here’s my man, Tate. Tate Carlyle. He was on the swim team, too.” He smirked proudly, thrusting a slim hip forward. “They told us they was doin’ a study on Trump supporters an’ locked us up in here. Then the fuckers injected us with sumthin’ that turned us into the sexy beasts you see standing here before you now.” He winked back at his fellow ape, Tate, who lowered his eyes bashfully.

“Uh, yeah. Sexy beasts, alright,” Ryan drawled, head swimming. Everything was happening too fast! He couldn’t wrap his tired brain around it all. He knelt down next to Kumar and helped him to sit up on his elbows as he awoke from his stupor. The big man’s eyebrows lifted and his mouth formed an ‘O’ when he saw the two, new apes and the shredded hazmat suits lying beneath them. He remained silent, though, reaching over to squeeze Ryan’s hand.

Tate and Jack moved together, hugging each other and kissing sloppily. It wasn’t long before their long, skinny cocks were sticking up in the air. “Mmmm, Tate, you fucker!” Jack moaned. “I could fuck you raw right now! It was so hot watchin’ ape-handle those fuckin’ zookeepers. Yer hotter than fuck, bro!” Tate responded by turning around and presenting his small, tight, furry bottom to Jack. Ryan noticed for the first time that the ape’s hind end was ‘graced’ with a red, hairless cushion of flesh that swelled up like a hideous balloon when he was aroused. He shuddered, remembering a nature documentary on mandrils that had left him mentally scarred as a child.

The apes’ mating behavior was interrupted by a quiet knock at the door. Jack nodded to Ryan, indicating he should remove the barricade. He padded over and, stepping over the mewling apes at his feet, removed the bar. The door opened. Behind it was a researcher clad in a white lab coat. He looked vaguely familiar and Ryan realized that he was the lead researcher at the behavior lab. They’d met him briefly when he and Kumar came to the lab for the study. 

The man was clutching a white flag. “Peace,” he said, holding up the flag. His lips wrinkled when he beheld what had become of the zookeepers before sliding over to Jack and Tate. “I’m here to parley.”

***

Ryan and Kumar returned to their apartment on campus with Jack and Tate later that day. The pair of apes sat in the backseat of the car, grinning stupidly and holding hands. They’d been allowed to leave the zoo after agreeing to take a drug that would prevent them from infecting other humans with their virus. Unfortunately, though, there was no way to change them back to Homo sapiens; they would remain Homo erectus for the rest of their lives. They didn’t seem very upset by this news, though. In fact, after shaving off their pelts of fur, they could almost pass for human again. Almost. Their disfigured, apelike faces were the biggest giveaway of their simian status.

“Thank God we bit that one zookeeper a couple weeks ago and figured out we could infect people,” Jack said from the back as Kumar pulled into the parking lot. “It gave us the idea to rebel against our captors. When you ugly fuckers showed up, we knew it was our chance at freedom.”

“Yeah, thank goodness.” Ryan looked over at Kumar who was grinning. “Where you gonna live?”

“With you, of course!” Jack said. “You got room for a pair of stud-monkeys, dontcha?” He patted his skinny dick, winking. “We know how to pay for our keep, just as long as you,” he jerked his chin at Kumar, “feed us lotsa of yummy food, bro.”

Ryan sighed, realizing he was going to have to get used to ape-stink mingling with Kumar’s man-stink. They stepped out of the car, handing Tate and Jack some blankets to conceal their nudity. In a zoo, it might be copacetic for an ape to walk around naked but it was another matter now they were back in civilization. For a moment, it looked like Jack would refuse–he was still every ounce that cocky jock he’d been before his transformation–but Tate muttered something in his ear and he shrugged, wrapping the blanket around his waist. Kumar led them into the apartment as several of their neighbors gawked both at the pair of apes ambling up the front steps and at Kumar and Ryan’s vastly changed (and expanded) bodies.

“The Deep State,” Kumar marveled as they entered the apartment. “I always thought it was a paranoid conspiracy theory but it turns out to be real.” He laughed, remembering their parting conversation with the lead researcher. “As long as they fund research that turns Trumpsters into apes and girly boys, though, I’m all for it. Apes ain’t allowed to vote and girly boys’re too hungry for cock to think ‘bout nuthin’ else. Ha! The Deep State’s doin’ their part to keep our streets an’ country safe!”

“Hey!” Ryan objected. “Watch it! I’m still a proud conservative!”

“What?” Kumar asked, turning to kiss him on the cheek. “Don’t tell me yer still a Trump supporter!” He held up his finger in warning while patting his giant, jocked bulge. “‘Cuz there ain’t gonna be no more dick for you if ya are!”

Ryan yelped in terror. The idea of Kumar withholding his cock filled him with untold panic. “No, please!” he begged, dropping to his knees and clawing at Kumar’s shorts. “I’ll do anything! I’ll vote for anyone you tell me to, just keep yer cock in my hole!”

“Haha! Now that’s more like it.” Kumar drew him up onto his feet and led him into the apartment, closing the door behind him. “Just for that, you’ve earned a reward. A really big reward!”

The door was almost closed when a furry hand thrust its way inside. Both Kumar and Ryan looked back in confusion as a big, black-haired ape forced open the door. Behind him loomed a silver-back gorilla. “Ook ook,” the ape cooed. “Ook ook.”

Kumar exchanged a bewildered look with Ryan before shrugging his wide shoulders. “I think they wanna move in with us, too. Can ya handle another couple apes, bro?”

***