Note: I’m a huge fan of the Bubbled series on the Gay Spiral. This story is riff on the theme of guys getting bubbled against their will and then having to deal with the humiliation afterwards. While not a long story, it doesn’t hold any punches. I think you’ll really enjoy where this story goes…

Themes: Humiliation, butt growth, cock growth, useless cock, horse hung, hairless, straight-to-gay, unwanted transformation, top-to-bottom, jocks, silicone implants

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Quick links

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2 – Posted 31 December 2024
• Chapter 3 – Complete as of 11 January 2025

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Chapter 1

Sutton Juarez caught the fags taking pics of him in the locker room after practice. He thought he heard someone giggling and went to investigate. The pair were hunched inside a bathroom stall, aiming their phone under the partition to catch guys as they exited the showers.

Towel wrapped around his taut waist, he tread carefully, sneaking up on them before slamming the door open and confronting the fuckers. He’d never seen a girlier pair of fruits in his life, all done up in makeup and wearing colorful, tight and very short shorts.

Barring their exit, he grabbed the phone out of the closest one’s hands and smashed it on the floor. Then he hauled them both bodily out of the stall and kicked their asses. By the time he was done with them, they were screaming bloody murder. He folded his muscular arms with pride as he watched them run shrieking out of the locker room.

“Fuckin’ faggots!” he yelled after them. “Stay the fuck outta here!”

One of them brazenly flipped him off as he slammed the door behind him.

“Gees, bro,” a tall jock he didn’t recognize commented beside him. “Did ya really have to punch ‘em? They was juss takin’ a few pictures.”

Sutton turned on the dude, outrage written across his handsome face. “What the fuck? You serious? You really want fags in here taking pictures of us when we’re naked?”

“Who the fuck cares? I don’t. Let ‘em have their fun.” The jock folded his arms and stared down at him from his lofty height. It really annoyed Sutton that the guy was at least six inches taller than he was. He was also really muscular and lean–not that Sutton cared–two things that made him seem even more imposing. The fact that he was an Arab or Iranian or Middle Eastern only added to the intimidation factor.

Sutton hated being intimidated and responded by trying to out-intimidate any guy he felt threatened by. “Yer a sicko,” he spat. “What? You tellin’ me yer a fag, too?”

A black eyebrow went up. “Lemme get this, er, straight, Pretty Boy: Yer sayin’ that just ‘cuz I don’t care if guys take pics of me when I’m naked, that makes me gay?”

“Yeah.”

The guy’s lip lifted. “Oh, whatever. I don’t got time for bigots.” He turned his broad, tattooed back to him and stalked off, leaving Sutton clenching his fists behind him.

“I’m not a bigot!” he called out some time later but the guy was already out of earshot. “Jesus!” he yelled, even though he knew no one was listening. “What the fuck is wrong with people today? I was juss protectin’ our space!”

He stomped off, seething with anger and wishing he’d really kicked the shit out of those fags. He’d been too easy on them!

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He got his wish. The pair were waiting outside the doors of the athletics complex. Enraged, he came barreling at them through the double doors with fists flying. Before he reached them, though, a third fag stepped out of the bushes and sprayed something in his face. He shouted angrily, momentarily blinded, swinging his fists wildly. “FAGGOTS! FAGGOTS! I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU!”

“Haha!” A lispy, high-pitched voice taunted. “No, ya won’t, asshole. Yer queerbait now.” 

Sutton kicked hard in the direction of the voice but didn’t connect with anything. Outrage made him inhale deeply and he gagged as he inhaled more of the cloying perfume. It tasted and smelled like saccharine-sweet bubblegum, making him nauseous. He doubled over as the faggots skipped away, shrilling merrily. His head felt muzzy and he swayed on his feet, nearly falling over.

Just when he was getting worried that they’d poisoned him, the strange haze disappeared. His mind cleared and his stomach no longer felt like it was filled with flittering butterflies. He stood up and looked around for his assailants. Rage verging on murderous, he was ready to put those faggots in the hospital!

There was no sign of them.

Disappointed, he was stalking off back to his apartment when his phone dinged; it was a text from one of his girlfriends. Marlee was reminding him that they were driving to the mountains to meet up with her friends for the weekend. She would be at his place in an hour to pick him up. He sighed, in no mood for hanging out with Marlee’s stupid friends or going to a resort in the fucking mountains.

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“I’m sooooo excited!” Marlee squealed, giving him an air kiss when he swung open the door to her pink jeep and slumped down in the passenger seat. He was annoyed that she wouldn’t let him drive. WTF? He hated when chicks insisted on driving. He was the man, after all! Fuck. Everything about this weekend sucked. Not that he wanted to be seen driving a girly pink jeep anyway.

She was done up in a hot, form-fitting, pink miniskirt that really set off her figure. He barely noticed, though; he was still woozy from whatever it was those fags had sprayed on him. He debated whether to bow out of the weekend and go to the urgent care clinic but he knew Marlee would go into histrionics if he didn’t go. Plus, what would he tell the doctor? That he’d been sprayed in the face with bubblegum juice? 

No, he was stuck. He’d already canceled on Marlee a couple times and he was worried she suspected him of seeing other girls…which, of course, was just what he was doing. He slumped back in the pink leather seat, resigned to suffering through another interminable weekend. Even the prospect of nailing her shaved pussy didn’t do anything for him. His thick cock was inert in his tight jeans.

They arrived at the resort as the sun was setting a luminous orange over the canyon rim. The air was crisp with autumn and a gentle breeze caressed his face as he stepped out of the jeep. Sutton was too worked up to even notice. He slung his bag over his muscular shoulders and made his way to the front desk in the main lodge, ignoring Marlee’s whining when he didn’t help her with her bag. He just wanted to get this fucking weekend over with!

Great, more fags! he grumbled to himself as he entered the lodge. The place was full of them! The girly boy at the desk all but drooled over him as he checked in. Sutton snarled at him and marched past the aggrieved Marlee. “We’re all set,” he grunted at her over his shoulder, “The room’s in the next building.” Not stopping to wait, he slammed through the glass exit doors in a huff. He hated being checked out by homos!

“Hey!” she called after him. “My bags are out front. Take them to our room, asshole!”

Sutton was looking back to argue with her when he ran into someone. Someone big. He staggered back, looking up in surprise. “Oh, it’s you,” he sneered. (He hated tall guys almost as much as he hated fags.) “What the fuck are you doing here?” It was the big guy from the locker room, the one who had chided him for getting upset about the faggots in the bathroom stall. 

“I work here,” the dude explained, looking down from his lofty height at the fuming Sutton. “What are you doing h–?” His voice broke off as he lifted his nostrils and sniffed the air delicately. Sutton felt like he was going to die of embarrassment when he looked back down at him and asked, “Is that…bubblegum? Are you wearing bubblegum perfume?”

“SHUT UP!” He tried to sound menacing but his voice came more like a high-pitched whine. He’d scrubbed himself in the shower before Marlee picked him up. He couldn’t still smell like bubblegum, could he?

“Bro, ease up.” The big dude’s hand was on his shoulder, squeezing. Sutton wanted to shrug it off but the dude clamped down. “I don’t care if ya wear perfume. It’s a free country…for the moment at least.” He laughed, “Until the fuckin’ Trumpers take away all of our rights, that is.”

“Hey! Fuck you!” Sutton puffed out his chest. In addition to faggots and tall guys, he hated liberals almost as much. “I voted for Trump!”

“Of course, you did.” The big guy sighed before narrowing his eyes. “Tell me. I’m curious why a fellow Arab would vote for the man who tried to ban Arabs from entering the country?”

“I’m not Arab!” Sutton protested, even though his grandparents had emigrated from Lebanon to Mexico. “And it was a Muslim ban, not an Arab ban!” His grandparents were Maronite Christians, something Sutton was quite proud of.

“Which makes it so much better.” Before Sutton could get his dander up at this, though, the towering guy changed the subject. “I’m Abdullah, by the way, but you can call me Abdul. And you are?” His hand was still on Sutton’s shoulder. It was warm. And big.

“Uh, Sutton.” Sutton didn’t know why was still talking to the dude. Rather than spitting at him, though, he found himself lowering his eyes bashfully. Something about Abdul made him feel shy. “What, um, do you do here?”

Abdul squared his shoulders. “I tend bar on the weekends.” He jerked his chin over toward the restaurant off the main lodge. “It pays the bills. Some of us weren’t lucky enough to get sports scholarships.”

“Hey! I’m not on a scholarship…for sports, at least.” Sutton looked down at his feet, self-conscious for some reason. “I, uh, did get an academic scholarship, though.”

“Good on you, man.” Abdul’s fingers squeezed before letting go. “Well, gotta go. My shift starts in a few. See ya in there, maybe?”

Sutton swallowed, looking up and momentarily losing himself in Abdul’s unexpectedly tender gaze. “Uh, yeah, sure. Me an’ my girl’ll be there for dinner.” For some reason, he felt like he needed to mention he was here with his girlfriend. He turned to reposition his bag on his shoulder before bending over to collect Marlee’s pink suitcases. “See ya there.”

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He and Marlee fought before dinner. She swished into their hotel room, angry at his rude and dismissive behavior and he was all too ready to have it out with her. “Yer a fuckin’ whore!” he screamed, balling his fists. He hurled insults at her without even thinking. “It was yer idea to come up here! I didn’t wanna come!”

The insult landed and tears filled Marlee’s eyes. It wasn’t long before her pink mascara was running down her cheeks. Sutton felt like a total asshole and scrambled to make it up to her. He managed to patch things up somewhat but she ended up leaving to calm down. “I-I-I’m going for a walk,” she murmured, still wiping tears from her eyes. “I’ll see you at dinner. Marty and Alex are meeting us at seven.” She slammed the door shut behind her. Sutton felt like a total monster.

He only stewed for a moment before another worry surfaced in his already overwrought mind. Bubblegum. The odor filled the room! What the fuck had those faggots sprayed on him? He put his hand to his forehead, convinced he was feverish. Everything had gone to hell after they doused him with that fucking shit! For the thousandth time, he wondered if he’d been poisoned.

He took another shower, scrubbing himself hard in the earnest attempt to rid himself of every last trace of the putrid substance. Looking at the clock after shaving, he realized it was almost seven and he dressed hurriedly, not wanting to be late for dinner. He was already on Marlee’s shitlist!

He entered the restaurant feeling out of sorts, still smelling like bubblegum. As he made his way to their table, it was like everyone was staring at him. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the stares, as the smirking host led him over to their reserved seating. Marty Balfour and her friend, Alex Huong, were already there. They looked up at him in surprise as he took a seat next to Alex’s wheelchair.

“Uh, wow, Sutton!” Marty exclaimed. “You look, um, different. Are you and Marlee sharing wardrobes now?”

“What? Huh?” Sutton gave a start when he looked down at himself. How the fuck?! He shook his head, feeling feverish again. He must have been so worked up after the fight that he’d put on clothes from Marlee’s suitcase instead of his own! He was wearing her pink yoga pants and frilly pink tanktop! Freshly-shaven cheeks flaming, he suddenly understood why everyone had been staring at him the whole way from the hotel room to the restaurant. He clenched his jaw, wondering what the fuck was wrong with him? He felt like a fucking fruit in this fucking getup!

Alex shifted in his wheelchair. Sutton looked down at his lap before looking back up and meeting the dude’s gaze. Alex’s carmel-colored eyes were round with surprise as he took in Sutton’s getup but the smile on his lips was kind. “You look great, bro,” he rumbled. “I like pink, too. I’m always sayin’ guys should wear more pink.” 

OMG! Sutton thought, trembling with excitement. He’s so dreamy! 

As soon as he thought it, he freaked out, trying to shove the realization away. He couldn’t help getting lost in Alex’s gaze, though. Alex Huong was handsome, he realized for the first time. Very handsome. And very manly. His upper body was bursting with muscles beneath his tight, woolen sweater. His tiny ears with their sparkling diamond stud earrings stuck out from the sides of his head, accentuated by his thick neck which was just as wide as his head. With jet black hair shaved down to a tight fade and almost military-grade crewcut, he looked especially badass. When he smiled, it was enough to make Sutton’s heart flutter.

Realizing he was staring, Sutton opened his mouth and then closed it again when he felt something weird trickling out of his butthole. He immediately clenched down there, wondering what the fuck was oozing out of him.

“Pink?!” Marty countered, unaware of Sutton’s turmoil or the fluid oozing out of his hole. “When have you said guys should wear more pink, Alex? You never wear pink!”

Alex looked down before changing the subject. “So, bro, ya gonna finally play Murderball with me an’ the guys? We got practice in the gym downstairs tomorrow an’ I brought a spare chair.” He patted the armrests of his wheelchair as he said this; Alex was a quadriplegic who played competitive wheelchair rugby.

“Yeah, sure.” Sutton wished he could take it back as soon as he said it. Alex had been trying to get him to play wheelchair rugby forever and so far he’d resisted. The truth was that he was intimidated. He’d watched a few of Alex’s matches and they made his own rugby games seem tame. Plus, he’d never used a wheelchair before.

Seeming to read his mind, Alex offered, “I’ll give you a wheelchair tutorial tomorrow morning, bro. Just us and the chairs, Ok?” When Sutton still wavered, he enticed, “Aw, c’mon, bro! It’s just gonna be a practice match tomorrow. Nuthin’ too rough. I promise we’ll take it easy on the newbies.” Under the table, he laid a hand on Sutton’s knee. His fingers, Sutton noticed, were somewhat curled as a result of his paralysis and he moved stiffly. But, Jesus, were his hands ever big! And so covered in callouses! Alex squeezed, leaving his giant hand on his knee.

Sutton wanted badly to squirm. Even though he knew Alex was straight, the guy’s hand on his knee felt wrong. He shifted but Alex’s hand didn’t move. To make matters worse, Sutton felt his butt do the strangest thing; he could’ve sworn his yoga pants stretched audibly as his butt cheeks…expanded?! WTF?! He shifted, realizing he wasn’t imagining it. His ass really had just swelled in size! 

“Is that bubblegum?” Alex asked innocently, eyes studying Sutton intently. His nostrils were slightly flared.

“Uh, what?” Sutton shifted again but still Alex’s hand didn’t move away. He looked around, feeling his neck burning with self-consciousness. He heard the seams of the overly tight yoga pants stretch even further. “Must be someone chewing gum or something.” He looked around, trying to deflect Alex’s attention.

Alex opened his mouth to respond but at that moment two things happened that distracted them. First, Marlee arrived, marching over to their table and looking down at Sutton with her hands on her hips and her mouth hanging open in surprise. “Sutton?!” she demanded. “Why’re you wearing my clothes?!”

Second, right on the heels of this outburst, the restaurant was filled with raucous male voices as a bunch of hockey players barged through the doors. The big, beefy, built guys came rambling into the place, making for the bar where they proceeded to order the first of many rounds of beer. Their rough voices echoed throughout the previously quiet restaurant, partially drowning out Marlee’s shrilling voice. Blessedly for Sutton, the other diners turned their attention away from him and Marlee to the rowdy men.

Sutton found his attention pulled away by the hockey players as well. He looked over at the bar where he discovered Abdul watching him with a smirk on his face. Sutton started to look away but froze he saw the biggest stud he’d ever seen saunter into the room.

Wearing a black and gold hockey jersey, he swaggered over and leaned on the counter, looking up at Abdul. “Beer,” he ordered. “And lots of it!” He grinned, exposing his missing front teeth. Abdul nodded, drawing a beer on tap and the guy shook his shaggy mane of brown hair, glancing around the restaurant. He was, no doubt, scanning the room for eligible pussy but for some reason his gaze landed on Sutton. Their eyes met and Sutton felt a frisson of something rush up his spine.

The man froze, eyebrows lifting, as he took in Sutton’s ridiculous attire.  Unlike Alex, the guy was nothing special in the looks department–his nose had been broken and his features were coarse, almost blocky–but he moved with such supreme confidence and the muscles swelling out from the tight confines of his extra large jersey were so beefy that Sutton was immediately enthralled…and alarmed. He watched the young jock’s face split in a mocking leer as he lifted his beer pint in the air, toasting him. In response, Sutton’s ass cheeks swelled even larger and the air was filled with the stench of bubblegum. What the fuck was going on with him tonight?!

He had to force himself to turn away from the jock’s smoldering gaze, only to be caught in Marlee’s astonished derision. “What the FUCK, Sutton!?” she shouted, gesturing down at his man-sized body stretching out her delicate, pink clothing. “What is wrong with you?!”

“I-I-I, I mean, I-” He’d never felt this humiliated before. His whole body was drenched with nervous perspiration and his stomach was hard as lead. Marlee was right, he realized, what the fuck was wrong with him?

Alex intervened, saying, “Chill out, Marlle.” He straightened and, hand still resting on Sutton’s thigh under the table, looked up at her. “It was just a stupid dare,” he lied. “I bet Sutton a hundred bucks that he wouldn’t come down to dinner in your clothes and he did.” With some difficulty he fished out his wallet and, opening it, used his awkwardly twisted fingers to pull out a crisp hundred dollar note. He handed it to Sutton, “Here, bro. You win.” When Sutton reached out to accept the money, Alex patted him on the shoulder, praising, “You showed us who has a man-sized pair of balls between his legs, didn’t ya?” He smirked, adding, “Those pants are so tight, I can see ‘em for myself.” 

Then he laughed and, much to Sutton’s relief, Marty joined him. After a brief hesitation, even Marlee herself giggled, although Sutton could tell her laughter was forced. She pulled out a chair for herself and plopped down, shaking her head. Sutton cast a covert look over to Alex, mouthing the words, ‘thank you.’ He really loved Alex right then for coming to his aid!

Dinner was strained at first but everyone relaxed as the alcohol flowed. While Marlee never actually warmed to Sutton, she stopped treating him like a total fucktard. Alex, much to Sutton’s confusion, kept putting his hand on his leg. Whenever he happened to look at him, the dude would glance over and meet his eyes, lowering his long, black eyelashes. Sutton’s butthole was like a faucet, trickling more and more fragrant liquid. Worse, his ass kept expanding, his pert little globes pushing up and out of the back of Marlee’s pants.

“Babe,” Marlee said to Sutton after they were well into the main course. “Can you ask the bartender about my mimosa? I ordered it a half hour ago and he still hasn’t made it.”

“Uh, sure.” 

Sutton moved Alex’s hand off of his thigh and stood up, trying to ignore how everyone in the restaurant was staring at him. Well, more precisely, they were staring at his pink attire and his ‘golden globes’ hanging out the back of his pants. He tried and failed to pull the elastic up over the top of his cheeks but they were so big they popped right back out. Worse, he could feel those jaunty buttocks jiggling with every step. He’d always been self-conscious about his overly-ripe glutes, the curse of his Latin genetics; this, however, was a new nightmare! His cheeks flamed crimson and the stench of bubblegum wafted everywhere.

It only got worse. Sutton cringed when he looked down at his crotch and realized he wasn’t much better off in front. The outline of his decidedly thick cock and hefty pair of balls was clearly visible beneath the overstretched fabric. Was it just his imagination or was his cock bigger, too?

Abdul grinned as he staggered over, calling out, “What up, Bubblegum?”

“Shut up and get me a mimosa.” Sutton could feel the weight of everyone’s eyes on him.

“Sure thing!” (Why did Abdul have to be so loud?) He quickly prepared the drink and slid it over Sutton who noted with distaste that it was pink, too. His ears colored. Everyone was going to think the fruity drink was his! He turned to go but Abdul stopped him with a big hand on his shoulder. “You know, bro, I’m surprised to see you embracing your feminine side, especially after your homophobic antics earlier.”

“Shut up.” He shook off the hand and turned to go but then stopped short, the drink sloshing out of its dainty stemware, when a guy stepped in front of him.

“Oh, sorry!” the burly young guy said in a low voice. “Didn’t see ya there.” 

Sutton froze. It was the studly hockey player he’d noticed earlier. 

The guy’s face was red from drinking too much beer and his thick, unruly hair was coated with sweat. He staggered, clutching at the bar counter to steady himself, a slow smile creasing his face. His blue eyes lit up as he looked Sutton up and down with approval, crowing, “Jesus, I fuggin’ love Lululemon! Never seen a guy wear it before but, hey, it works on ya!” Sutton flushed as he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in appreciation. “Bubblegum?” he asked. “Are ya wearing bubblegum cologne? Fuck, it smells great!”

“Er, thanks.” Sutton pushed past him, both mortified and confused. He was mortified because the sickly sweet scent of bubblegum followed him everywhere, seeming to ooze out of his pores. Worse, he was confused by the butterflies in his stomach. Why did he care about the guy? For some reason, though, he realized he liked it when the jock looked at him. It made him feel…sexy?

“Name’s Jack,” the jock said, sticking out his big, hairy mitt and grabbing Sutton’s comparatively dainty hand. His hand, Sutton realized with shock, proceeded to make love to his fingers. It was the most intimate handshake of his life. 

Taken aback, he didn’t resist when Jack pulled him in for a little guy hug. Sutton inhaled his rich body odor–Jack apparently hadn’t showered after practice–and felt the dude’s big hand sliding down his back to rest on his buttocks. The scent of beer filled Sutton’s nostrils as Jack whispered, “Nice slut butt, bro. Those Lululemons really set it off. Whaddaya got in ‘em anyways?” He squeezed one of Sutton’s swollen glutes. “Silicone? Like women’s tits?” He chuckled. “Fuggin’ hot. Lemme know when yer ready for me to take ‘em for a test drive.” He patted his crotch which, Sutton noticed, was incredibly tented. “I know how to drive a stick,” he bragged, “if ya know what I mean.” He winked and released Sutton’s hand. “Room 302.”

“Ahem.”

They looked up to find Abdul grinning down at them. “Oh, don’t mind me,” he chuckled. “I’m just enjoying the show.”

Face pink with embarrassment, Sutton turned to leave but not before Jack took him completely aback by leaning in and kissing him. His mouth was wet and hot and his tongue licked Sutton’s lips like they were candy. “A downpayment,” he teased, breath hot in his face. “Come back to my room tonight for more.” He thrust his hips forward and Sutton’s eyes bugged out when he felt the dude’s stiff, fat erection poking into him.

Jack released him and Sutton put his hand on his forehead, swaying on his feet and nearly spilling the drink. Jack smirked and turned back to the bar. As he did so, his black and gold hockey jersey rode up his back and Sutton noticed that his ass was even bigger than his own. The blocky chunks of fat and muscle filling up the back of his too-tight jeans were nothing short of massive. He swallowed, feeling his thick cock tingle and swell. The sensation, however, wasn’t at all like an erection. No, it was just like the strange feeling he got when his buttocks enlarged. He steadied himself on the bar, mindful of Adbul’s amused gaze on his embarrassingly swollen bulges…in back and in front. The fucking yoga pants felt like they were about to shred!

Still glassy-eyed, he delivered the cocktail to Marlee and folded himself back down in his chair, shifting nervously on the mounds of his inflating ass. Beside him, Alex’s eyes were narrowed as they darted from Sutton to Jack who was still slumped over the bar counter. He placed his huge hand on Sutton’s thigh again. This time, however, it was less a casual gesture of intimacy and more one of a man claiming his territory. Sutton swallowed, feeling juice leak out of his butthole. His bottom swelled even larger.

Dinner couldn’t be over fast enough! He declined Alex’s invitation to meet him on the roof later. (“I like to sit in the hot tub before bed,” he said with a smile. “It helps me get in the mood…for sleep.” Was it Sutton’s imagination or did Alex wink at him?) 

He waddled back to his hotel room, clutching his hands over the spreading stain over his spreading butt cheeks. Everyone was looking at him! He heard people laughing behind his back and the fag at the front desk actually giggled openly! He scowled, clenching his jaw. The air around him reeked of bubblegum.

Back in their room, Marlee demanded, “What is wrong with you tonight, Sutton?” She placed her hands on her hips. “Get the fuck out of my clothes now! You’re ruining them!” Abashed and ashamed, he started to comply, putting his hands on the overstretched elastic waistband of the yoga pants. This, however, only made matters worse. Her eyes went wide and her mouth formed an O when she saw what he had on underneath. “YOU’RE WEARING MY PANTIES, TOO?!” she shrieked. “WHAT THE FUCK, SUTTON?!”

“What?! No!” he protested, although as he looked down at himself, he realized it was all too true. The proof was in the lacey, pink waistband staring him in the face. 

He panicked, yanking the ridiculous yoga pants back up. As he did so, his frilly pink tank top rode up his belly and he blinked at his hairless belly. His chest and stomach had been covered with black hair since he was a teenager but now they were smooth as a baby’s bottom. He gaped, understanding belatedly why his crotch and ass crack felt so clammy. He had shaved himself everywhere!

Poor Sutton was flummoxed. All he knew is that he had to hide somewhere and change out of these ridiculous clothes. He started to flee into the bathroom but Marell stopped him. “OUT!” she yelled, pointing at the door. “Get out of my room! Go stay somewhere else tonight!”

Mind blanking, Sutton grabbed his luggage and staggered out of the room, his perfect, ripe bubble bouncing along behind him.

***

“Rough night?” Abdul asked sometime later when Sutton slunk into the bar, utterly defeated.

Sutton hung his head, slouching down on the bar counter. He’d selected that location because it was hidden and there were no tables behind him so no one could oggle his pert buttocks. He put his head in his hands, lower lip quivering. His whole life sucked. Everything was ruined! He was ruined! He shifted on the bar stool, flushing when he wobbled precariously. It was hard balancing when his ass was so round and firm! Between his legs, his crotch plumped up even more, pushing his shaved thighs apart.

“I-I-I can’t believe I’m asking this,” he admitted, chest burning with humiliation. “But can I stay in your room tonight?”

“Huh?” Abdul leaned down on his elbows, face only inches away. “Why?”

“‘Cuz my fuckin’ gf kicked me outta the room and I left my stuff, including my fuckin’ wallet, back there.” He looked down morosely at the pink suitcase at his feet. In his haste to flee the room, he’d snatched one of Marlee’s suitcases instead of his own.

Abdul laughed. He actually laughed! Sutton lifted his head to stare up at the big man. Rather than getting angry at him, though, tears filled his eyes, and he wiped them away like a total pussy. He couldn’t believe this was happening. To him! To Sutton Juarez, the biggest, toughest, straightest guy on campus!

“You got Bubbled, didn’t ya?”

Suttons looked up at him, tears still streaming down his smooth cheeks. “Huh?”

Abdul folded his beefy arms, still chuckling. “Oh, man! I warned ya but ya just had to keep harassin’ those gay guys, didn’t ya?” 

He shook his head. His black hair, Sutton noticed, was particularly shiny tonight. And thick. It was so thick that it curled into ringlets. With his bronzed skin and well-trimmed beard, he looked almost like a Greek Adonis. Black, manly tattoos covered his arms, making him look really bad ass. His black t-shirt was drawn tightly across his chest and his big nipples–Were they pierced?–jutted outward, drawing attention to his oversized pecs. Black chest hair poured out of the top of his collar. Abdul was a real man! Sutton flushed as he gaped up at him, feeling another trickle of butt juice escape his hole.

“Wh-What do ya mean, ‘Bubbled’?” His voice sounded so wispy compared to Abdul’s deep baritone.

Abdul inhaled deeply. “A drug that smells like bubblegum,” he stated. “You didn’t douse yerself with perfume, it’s comin’ outta yer butthole, isn’t it?”

Sutton swallowed hard, feeling his ass leaking even more as he did so. His buttocks plumped up, too, raising him another inch off the barstool. He had to reach out and steady himself on the counter to stop from rolling off. And then his crotch swelled, making his beleaguered yoga pants strain harder to contain his equipment. Fuck! It felt like he had an elephant trunk stuffed in there! Rather than make his chest swell with pride, though, he was wilting in humiliation. He was becoming a total freak!

Abdul smirked at his humiliated silence. “Thought so. Man, you shouldn’t fuck with gay guys! Not these days when they’re so well armed.”

“Armed?”

“Yeah, armed with Bubble Luscious. Haven’t you heard of it?” He shook his head, making his ringlets dance. “It’s all over social media. Invented by some nutty billionaire or something.” He leaned down on the counter, studying Sutton, a wry smile on his full, soft lips. “Turns guys into a slutty himbo homos…like you.”

“WHAT?! But I’m not gay!”

Abdul held up a finger. “Correction: You weren’t gay but now you are. They sprayed ya with something, didn’t they? Something that smelled like bubblegum.”

Sutton could feel panic rising in his chest as he wailed, “OMG! YES! YES, THEY DID!” He lowered his voice to an urgent whisper, though, when several people at the bar turned to look at him questioningly. “What was it? What did they do to me?”

“I already tole ya, bro. You’ve been Bubbled. Yer a huge gay slut now.” Abdul smiled, laughing to himself. “Gotta say, though, you had it coming. C’mon, dude! Homophobia’s so last century. Who cares who a guy fucks…or gets fucked by nowadays?”

“No!” Sutton gasped. “I’m not gay! I’m straight! A hundred percent!”

“Oh, yeah?” Abdul looked around to be sure no one was looking and then unbuttoned his jeans. Turning so only Sutton could see him, he pulled down the thick waistband of his jockstrap and let his huge, floppy cock and hairy balls fall out. His penis, while not long, was incredibly thick. His circumcised cockhead was jet black…beautifully round and shiny. And his balls. Fuck, his balls! They were enormous and distended, swinging low and heavy in his nut-brown nut sac. Sutton’s mouth fell open and he licked his lips.

And then gooey liquid gushed out of his hole, soaking his Lululemon’s and filling the bar with the stench of bubblegum. Fast on the heels of the goo came a further swelling of his buttocks and cock. He whined, unable to stop drooling at the sight of Abdul’s big dick.

“You want it, bro.” It was a statement, not a question. “You want me inside of you.”

“N-N-N-N-No! No, I don’t!” But even as he said the words, he knew they were a lie. He clenched his virgin pucker, feeling it ooze with expectation. He wanted a cock. A big cock. And he wanted it up his chute in the worst way.

“Ha! Yer such a slut!” Abdul taunted, waggling his man parts at him. His big, floppy cock was so elastic it slapped against his hip. Sutton watched, drooling. For a moment, Abdul looked like he might actually bend Sutton over the bar and fuck him in front of everyone…but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “Trouble is I’m not gonna give it to you.”

Sutton was stricken. “Wh-Wh-Why not?” All thoughts of defending his heterosexuality departed his mind with these words. All he could think about was how badly he wanted Abdul to fuck him. Hard. Fast. And brutally.

Abdul grinned. “‘Cuz I’m straight, that’s why.” He looked like the cat that had eaten the canary. “Straight guys don’t fuck other guys.” As Sutton fish-mouthed up at him, anxious disappointment etched across his face, the studly bartender softened. “But I will let you sleep in my room tonight, bro.” He winked. “And, if yer a good lil’ gay slut, I might even give ya the antidote to Bubble Luscious.”

“W-W-Wait! There’s a way to reverse this?!” Sutton didn’t care about the other patrons, he got down on his knees and pleaded, “Pah-lease, Abdul! Pah-lease! I’ll do anything!”

Several guys at the bar counter were looking in their direction and Abdul was forced to bend over and hunch his shoulders to hide his cock and balls from view. He watched Sutton with a half smile on his handsome face for a moment and then offered, “Aw, yer really yankin’ on my heartstrings, bro! I’d feel like a total fucker now if I didn’t give it to you.” He reached behind him and grabbed a shot glass. As Sutton stared in disbelief (and lust), the big dude bust a nut in the glass, working himself to a full-on orgasm in seconds. 

Sutton licked his lips uncontrollably as he watched that magnificent organ swell and ejaculate a boatload of jizz. He knew it was gay. He knew it was revolting. But Abdul’s big man-cock did that to him. He was so distracted by watching the jock nut in public that he didn’t even think to wonder why his own big, thick cock was completely inert and unresponsive in his panties.

“Here, drink this,” Abdul ordered, sliding the shot glass across the counter to him. “It’ll fix what ails ya.”

“Huh?” Sutton couldn’t take his eyes off the overfilled glass.

“Straight bro semen,” Abdul explained. “The only thing that’ll counteract the effects of Bubble Luscious.”

“R-R-Really?” Sutton sounded like a terrified young boy.

“Uh huh.” Abdul smirked. “Would I lie to you? Now go ahead and drink up!”

Unable to believe what he was doing, Sutton climbed unsteadily to his feet. By this point, Abdul had stopped trying to shield his cock from view of the other patrons and brazenly tapped it off, wiping the tip on his jeans, before stuffing it back into his dirty jockstrap and zipping up. Sutton’s face went crimson as the other guys at the bar watched him reach out for the shot glass full of Abdul’s warm cum. Their expressions ranged from disgust to amusement. He didn’t care, though. He’d do anything to be straight again!

Lifting the sloppy glass to his lips, he asked, “You sure? This’ll turn me back?”

Abdul put a big hand over his heart. “Scout’s honor, bro. Now down the hatch!”

Heart thumping, Sutton blanched. A potent, almost fungal odor wafted into his nostrils from the goopy glass. His fingers trembled as all eyes at the bar turned on him, watching with expectation. Swallowing his manly pride, he tilted the glass and guzzled the nasty jizz down. It flowed down his throat, both bitter and sweet.

He started to place the glass back down on the counter but then, unable to stop himself, licked it clean.

***

Chapter 2

He awoke the next morning when his phone dinged with a text from Alex.

Sutton groaned, rolling over in bed. Abdul’s mountainous, muscular form lay beside him. The big dude was snoring, lying on his back with his huge arms slung out across the mattress. Sutton cringed when he realized he was using one of those big arms as a pillow. In fact, he was all but cuddled up against the huge jock. He sat up abruptly on his elbows, squinting in the morning light pouring through the balcony window.

What time was it anyway? Fuck, it was barely light out.

He looked down at his phone. Shit, it wasn’t even seven o’clock yet! Why the fuck was Alex texting him so early?

>>Meet me outside in 10<< the message read. Sutton sighed, scratching his freshly shaved armpit and trying to get rid of the foul taste of morning mouth. Fuck, it had to be his imagination but he felt like he could still taste Abdul’s cum. He made a face. Drinking the dude’s jizz was the worst experience of his life! He couldn’t believe he’d actually done it but he’d been desperate. Anything to be straight again.

“I hear that it works pretty much instantly and you’ll be straight by morning,” Abdul had assured him the night before after Sutton downed his cum, “but the, um, side effects. Well, those’ll take longer to go away.”

“Side effects?” Sutton had repeated. “Whaddaya mean?”

“I mean yer slut butt and donkey dong,” Abdul stated indelicately as the other guys at the bar stared in disgust at Sutton. “Those’ll take a while to subside. You’ll juss have to get some different clothes to cover ‘em up.”

Sutton had frowned, feeling his perky bottom poking out behind him on the bar stool. Between his legs, his hulking anaconda was inert and heavy. It didn’t feel right somehow but he could tell exactly why. 

“But I’ll be straight again?” he asked hopefully. “Back to my old self?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” Abdul grinned maliciously at Sutton’s scowl. “You’ll be back to being the cocky hetero asshole we all know and, well, don’t love.”

“He’d better be right,” Sutton muttered as he pulled back the sheet and grimaced at the obscene bulge in his, er, make that Marlee’s panties. He’d been unwilling to take them off the night before when he crashed in Abdul’s room. All he’d wanted to do was go to sleep and forget about the horrible day. He’d wake up in the morning, cured of all the humiliating gay urges and be normal. Well, mostly normal.

He hefted himself off of the bed, careful not to wake Abdul, and padded into the bathroom. His  big, perky buttocks bounced jauntily behind him. “Might as well get this over with,” he told himself as he pulled off the ridiculous panties and stood before the bathroom mirror. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!” he moaned, looking at the inert tube steak dangling between his shaved thighs. It was nothing short–well, make that long–of immense. But also…just wrong somehow. He gaped at it, not recognizing it as his own. He’d always been hung but this was ridiculous!

The cock hung listlessly, pointing down at the floor. Behind it, his balls sagged like a pair of canon balls, stretching his sac far down, nearly to his knees. He reached down and hefted his dick in his hands, wincing when he felt how spongy it was. His cock should be veiny and filled with erectile tissue, right? Well, this behemoth felt like it was filled with…jelly? He squeezed it, realizing it felt like one of Marlee’s breast implants. What the fuck?!

He forced himself to take a few deep breaths. Abdul had said the…side effects…would go away, right? He looked back at his round, firm, perfectly shapely buttocks and shuddered. They were like a pair of fleshy volleyballs glued to his ass! No guy should have a butt like that, especially not if he was straight. Like him. Yeah, he was a hundred percent straight. No faggy urges. Just a straight dude…with a donkey dong and butt implants.

He hung his head, stifling the tears that wanted to fall so badly. Just then his phone dinged again.

>>I’m waiting<<

Sutton sighed heavily, looking down at his ruined male equipment one last time. If he was going to meet up with Alex, he’d need to do something to make himself look decent and he didn’t have much time. He found Marlee’s pink suitcase on the floor next to the bed and hesitated. He couldn’t wear her stuff! Not again. No, last night had been humiliating enough. There was no way he was going to put on her clothes again. Which only left…

He smiled, spotting Abdul’s duffle bag on the dresser. Abdul was big and straight which meant his clothes were also big and suitable for a straight guy. Hmmm…what if?

***

In the elevator down to meet Alex, he pulled on the cup of Abdul’s jockstrap, trying to make more room for his unnaturally huge bulge. It made him feel deeply uncomfortable wearing another dude’s jockstrap. But, he thought with approval as he looked down at himself, at least it sort of concealed his package. Yeah, crammed into Abdul’s stained jock, it did look somewhat less noticeable. 

He was less thrilled with his behind. 

The mesh shorts he’d borrowed might be loose on Abdul but they were really tight on him. He winced when he looked in the mirrors on the back wall of the elevator and saw his perfectly round orbs stretching the mesh to transparency. The white elastic straps of the jock were plainly visible, framing his slutty butt perfectly through the mesh. Why the fuck did Abdul only have mesh shorts?

Wait.

The shorts were supposed to be navy blue, right?

Why did they look different now? Was it a trick of the light in the elevator or were they–?

Fuck.

Fuck!

NO!

What was happening–?

“Jesus, you’ve got to be kidding!!!”

Sutton stared in disbelief as the pair of formerly dark blue shorts lightened first to baby blue before beginning to blush a girly shade of mauve. They didn’t stop there, though. Slowly, all traces of blue disappeared, leaving only a pale rose color which inevitably became bright pink. Face draining of color, he looked at his reflection, seeing the same thing was happening to Abdul’s black tank top. The black grew pale and then turned light pink, the fabric clinging to his shaved chest, showing off every muscle but especially his tits. He blinked at the perky pair of nipples jutting out from the formfitting fabric. They were huge!

“No no no no no no no!” Sutton held his face in his hands, heart pounding and face flaming red. This couldn’t be happening! This couldn’t–

The door swung open and he looked out from between his fingers to see a bunch of the hockey players from the bar last night step inside the elevator. He whimpered as some started laughing at him. One of the dudes went so far as to yell, “Ok, Pussyboy, get out. This elevator’s for real men, not fags!”

Sutton hunched his shoulders, utterly emasculated by the taunt. Before he could move, though, a deep voice came to his defense. “Hey, Riley,” the man rumbled, sticking his hand between the elevator doors as they started to close, “knock it the fuck off. I know for a fact you take it up the butt. I’ve fucked you myself a couple a times. By your own logic, you shouldn’t be in here, either.” Sutton looked up as his tormentor, Riley, bowed his head, cheeks growing rosy beneath his thick beard.

With Riley sufficiently cowed, a familiar, swaggering figure stepped inside, taking up position beside Sutton. “Hey,” Jack grunted, putting his arm around Sutton’s shoulders. “You Ok, bro? Don’t let these fucktards get the better of ya. Yer 100% man as far as I’m concerned.” His hand slid down to rest on the significant rise of Sutton’s bubbles and he squeezed them fondly. “More than a man,” he added before thrusting his lower lip outward in a mock pout, “but I’m hurt ya didn’t stop by my room last night.” He was openly fondling Sutton’s jutting globes by this point. “Holy fuck, bro! I swear yer ass is even bigger than last night. Did you get new implants or just top ‘em off?”

The guys around them shifted uncomfortably, murmuring, and Sutton’s ears turned pink. He stared down at the floor of the elevator, unable to speak or move. The truth was that Jack’s hand on his buttocks was doing strange things to his heart…and butthole. He winced, panicking, as he felt a trickle of liquid leak out of his tightly clenched hole and his ass cheeks throbbed, swelling even further. The unmistakable scent of bubblegum filled the cramped quarters and Jack inhaled deeply, grinning stupidly. Sutton wanted to die. Abdul had said he’d be cured by morning! How can this be happening?

Just then the elevator came to rest on the ground floor and the door swung open to reveal an impatiently waiting Alex. Seeing Jack’s hand on Sutton’s ass, his eyes flared red and he wheeled angrily into the elevator.

“Hey!” he shouted, staring daggers up at Jack. “Get yer fuckin’ hands off of him!”

Jack lifted his hands in the air, the picture of innocence. “Geeze, Ok! I didn’t realize he was taken already.” He gazed speculatively down at Sutton’s golden globes, “But even if he is, I don’t mind sharing. What ‘bout it?” He patted the gigantic bulge in the front of his jeans, leering hungrily at Alex. “There’s more than enough of me to go around.” He leaned in closer, eying Alex lasciviously, “And yer pretty easy on the eyes and prolly even easier on the dick.”

“Fuck off.” Alex grabbed Sutton and pulled him out of the elevator, wheeling his chair with one hand while dragging him along behind him with the other. He didn’t stop until they were outside. “That dude’s an asshole who just wants in yer pants. I’d stay away from him.” He paused, smiling up at Sutton. “But, fuck, do you look cute this morning! Pink is def yer color.”

Sutton ducked his head, blushing furiously. Something about Alex made him shy and he couldn’t stop staring at his feet. He liked the way the sexy jock was looking him up and down with obvious appreciation, though.

“Like I tole ya last night, I brought an extra chair for you,” Alex pointed to the basketball court in front of the main lodge where a couple of really fancy-looking wheelchairs were sitting beneath one of the hoops. “We can practice for a while until you’re comfortable. Then maybe we can go for a run?” Alex looked off to the side, “Well, you can run and I’ll wheel along beside you. There’s a nice paved trail nearby. It’s a 5K loop, I think.”

He led Sutton down to the court and instructed him on how to sit in and use the wheelchair. “This is specially designed for wheelchair rugby. It’s the first one I ever owned when I started to compete. Go on, sit down. It should fit you.” Sutton gazed at the chair, intimidated. It was impressive with its heavy duty, brushed steel frame and slanted wheels. Covered with knicks and scratches, it had obviously seen a lot of use. He swished over, his bubbles bouncing along behind him, and sat down. Alex grinned. “Cinch the belt around yer waist, bro.” He tossed something in his lap. “And wear these gloves. They’ll protect yer hands.”

Sutton donned the gloves and fastened the belt around his waist. He looked up at Alex and grinned. Something about being in the big bro’s chair made him feel badass!

“That’s more like it,” Alex praised, wheeling over and reaching out to take his chin in his hand. “That’s the Sutton I know and love. I like it when yer a cocky-ass mutherfucker.” He looked back toward the main lodge and frowned. “Don’t let those dudes make ya feel like there’s sumthin’ wrong with ya. Yer a big, tough, macho bro. Hundred percent. You juss aren’t afraid to let yer feminine side show. It’s super hot.”

Sutton’s heart was doing somersaults and he couldn’t stop smiling. He loved everything about Alex Huong at that moment. Everything. He didn’t even notice that his butthole was leaking more goo or that a certain telltale bubblegum odor was emanating in a palpable miasma around him. Alex noticed, though. Well, he noticed the bubblegum smell, not the goo, and sniffed the air, nodding. “Excellent, bro. I love yer cologne. So sexy.” He patted him on the head before wheeling away. “Now lemme show ya some moves.” 

Alex brought his regular chair to a halt next to the other rugby wheelchair. This one was black steel, looking even more badass than Sutton’s. Alex put the brake on and then did the most surprising thing: He pushed himself up out of the wheelchair and, teetering unsteadily on his feet, walked over to the black one and sat down. Taking note of Sutton’s jaw hanging open, Alex explained, “I got the mildest form of quadripeligia. My muscles are real weak and my balance is shit but, with a lot of PT, I can walk a little now.”

“H-H-How come yer so muscular if yer so weak?”

Alex grinned, batting his long, black eyelashes. “You think I’m muscular, bro?” Sutton blushed and Alex laughed. “A lot of hard work, that’s how.” He flexed his bulging biceps, drawing attention to his extremely wide shoulders. “I spend four or five hours every day in PT and rugby practice.” He dipped his head, “I know I’ll never run again but someday I wanna be able to walk around. Without a walker or crutches. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah…”

He reached behind him and withdrew a volleyball–the same size and shape of Sutton’s inflated buttocks–from a pack on the back of his chair and tossed it to him. “Yer a rugby jock so I don’t need to explain everything to you. Still, there’re a few things that are different with Murderball. For one thing, we use a different ball.”

They played around for a while, Alex demonstrating the various ways to maneuver his chair while maintaining possession of the ball. Sutton was not great at it but he didn’t suck, either. Alex was impressed. “This is awesome, bro! Yer amazing! We’re gonna win, I know it.”

“It’s just a practice, right?” Sutton was flushed from exertion but also from Alex’s praise. Plus, Alex was just so damned handsome. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him even when he was supposed to be learning Murderball. He idly wondered at this. Shouldn’t his gay urges be lessening like Abdul had said? His buttocks, though, kept right on swelling every time he caught Alex staring lustfully at him and his hole was leaking bubbly-scented fluid like crazy. His ass was soaking wet on the pad of the wheelchair!

“Just a practice?” Alex repeated, studying Sutton with an expression that could only be called predatory. “Yeah, it’s just a scrimmage. Still, we’ll be keeping score and pretty much everything will be the same as a regular match.” He placed a big hand on Sutton’s shoulder, squeezing. “You an’ another dude are the only non-quads or paras on the teams. We like to have at least one temporarily-abled guy on each team. It doesn’t help with the points but it helps in other ways, like showing the rest of the world how hard it is to play Murderball.”

“Points?”

“Disability points,” Alex explained. “Each team has a similar range of abilities, you know, and points are assigned to help make sure they’re evenly balanced.” He jabbed his thumb at his chest. “I’m a quad and count for more points, even though I only got mild paralysis.” He winked, looking slyly down at his crotch, “Some important stuff still works and, as you saw, I can hobble around a bit. Quads are worth more points than a para because paras have the full use of their upper bodies.”

“Para?”

Alex sighed. “Parapalegic, bro. Ya know, people whose legs are paralyzed?”

“Oh.” Sutton swallowed, lost in Alex’s dreamy eyes. “How did you get paralyzed, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Nah, I don’t care!” Alex made a dismissive gesture with his gnarled hand. “I was injured playin’ rugby. I thought ya knew that? Happened a couple years ago. Thought my life was over but then I realized I could still play the game I love. Kinda ironic, ain’t it, bro?”

“Kinda.” Sutton’s gaze had drifted down from Alex’s eyes to land on his crotch where the size of the dude’s bulge was quite obvious in his tiny pair of nylon shorts. He licked his upper lip, looking away when Alex caught him staring.

“Let’s go for a run.” Alex was already climbing out of his rugby chair and sitting down in his other one. “You go in front of me,” he ordered. “So I can enjoy, uh, the scenery.”

Something funny happened to Sutton then. It was like a switch flipped in his head and suddenly his old cocky confidence came flooding back in. Rather than feeling like a fruity freak in his ridiculous pink shorts and tank top with his overtly swollen ass cheeks ballooning out behind him, he felt sexy and assured. That is what Alex Huong did to him: Made him into a proud faggot. For a few minutes at least, he wore his newly blossoming homosexuality like a badge of honor. Thrusting his shoulders back and holding his chin up high, he jogged out past Alex, wiggling his pert bottom seductively.

“Fuck, yeah!” Alex called out, wheeling along behind him and drinking in the sight of his bouncy orbs. “Hot as fuck, Sutton!”

It was so much fun! 

For about fifteen minutes. 

Then the bouncing–both in front and in back–got to him. The weight of his ass seemed to increase with every mile and, even encased in a jockstrap, his leaden package still joustled. He slowed down to a trot and then a walk, cradling his package and whimpering pitifully.

“Here, babe.” Alex wheeled up beside him and surprised him by flipping him onto his lap. “Lemma wheel ya back to the lodge.” 

Sutton gasped when he felt his bro’s hard cock pushing into the squeaky cleft of his butt cheeks. Alex was hard as a rock under his shorts! 

“So tight! So hot!” Alex praised, massaging Sutton’s butt. “God, I fucking love ass implants! May I?” Alex’s hands were already moving under the waistband of his jockstrap. He looked around the wooded trail to be sure they were alone and slid Sutton’s shorts and jock down, baring his perky cheeks.

Sutton squirmed, both alarmed by the possibility of being discovered and aroused by Alex’s hands. Alex clearly knew what he wanted and was intent on getting it! “What about Marty?” he gasped when Alex succeeded in liberating him of Abdul’s jockstrap, tossing it on the side of the trail along with the mesh shorts.

“What about her?” Alex laughed. His big hands, while crooked, were nonetheless skilled. His thick fingers never stopped exploring. “Wait. Did you think me an’ Marty were together? Ha! Fuck, no! I’m gay, dude. Hundred percent. I thought you knew that. I’ve flirted with you ever since I first met you. Guess I did a shit job at it if ya thought I was straight.” 

He kissed the small of Sutton’s back, working his tank top off. Soon, Sutton was completely naked, save for his shoes, on Alex’s lap. Alex held him in his strong arms, nuzzling against him and wuffling at the scent of bubble gum. His hands were holding Sutton’s ass cheeks. He squeezed, sighing with contentment.

“Yer pussy’s all wet, bro. You really want it, dontcha?” He traced a curled finger down the significant rise of Sutton’s left ass cheek. “Can I finger you?”

Sutton’s brain was overloading. He was having trouble processing the unreality of what was happening. He was gay? Naked outdoors? Sitting on Alex Huong’s lap? Leaking juice out of his butthole? Turned on as shit? And wanting–No, aching to have a finger inside him? It did not compute.

Alex didn’t wait. He was already moving his thick, calloused finger downward, working it between the giant, rubberlike bubbles that comprised Sutton’s ass, and aiming for the gooey, sweet, bubblegum-smeared, nubile, unfucked boy hole lurking in the most secret and profane place…

“UNGH!”

“That’s it, baby. Take that finger. It’s just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. Wait til I get ya underneath me…”

Sutton’s eye rolled back in his head as he felt his tiny, super-tight pucker stretch to accommodate Alex’s finger. It felt both obscene and amazing. He couldn’t believe how sensitive he was down there! God, it was like his asshole had grown a hundred million new nerve endings overnight and now every sensation was amplified. He jerked, oozing more bubblegum-scented goo. Alex’s finger was coated, slick. Ready to push in deeper.

“Mommy, what are those men doing over there?”

Both Alex and Sutton froze, looking up as a mother and her small daughter emerged from around the bend. Freaking out, they didn’t take time to retrieve Sutton’s discarded clothing. Alex spun his wheelchair around in the opposite direction and went flying down the trail back toward the main lodge. Sutton clung to him for dear life, not realizing until they were back that he was completely naked.

When they neared the lodge, Alex removed his tank top and placed it over Sutton’s crotch, smiling apologetically as he wheeled in through the main doors…in front of the entire team of hockey players. They must have been heading out for practice because they looked up and started catcalling and hooting and hollering as soon as Alex wheeled inside. Sutton felt like his cheeks were going to burn off from embarrassment and he panicked, clutching Alex’s shirt over his exposed man parts. Even partially covered, though, it was still painfully obvious that he lacked any shorts underneath and was riding naked on Alex’s lap. It didn’t take an Einstein to figure out what they’d just been up to. Worse, Alex’s shirt quickly turned pink upon contact with his skin.

He looked down at himself and, wilting under the barrage of ridicule and laughter, he bolted, making a beeline for the stairs. Alex called after him to wait but Sutton was too humiliated. All he could think about was getting out of there and finding Abdul. He needed the big jock to help him figure out why he was still gay!

He couldn’t take any more of this.

He was done being a fag.

***

Abdul was still sleepy when he barged into the room wearing only his tennis shoes and holding Alex’s (now pink) tank top over his crotch. His ass felt even heavier, although he could tell his perfect globes were still just as perky as ever. It was obscene! No man should have an ass like that!

“Help me!” Sutton begged. “I’m still gay! Ya gotta help me!”

“I dunno,” Abdul said, yawning and scratching a furry armpit. “Lemme think ‘bout this.” He looked Sutton up and down, grinning. “Mind telling me why yer naked, bro? I’m sure there’s a good story behind that big, ol’ nekkid behind of yers.”

Sutton glowered at him. “Just shut up and tell me why I’m not straight yet. You swore that I’d be straight again if I drank yer cum!” He clenched his fists and then winced when he inadvertently grabbed his massively thick cock through the thin fabric of Alex’s shirt. God, his cock was even bigger, too. And completely inert.

“Ok, ok!” Abdul stood up. He was completely naked under the sheets. As he passed by on his way to the bathroom, Sutton could feel the heat emanating from his muscular body and smell his rich musk. It made his knees weak and his butt cheeks plumped up even perkier. He clenched his asshole, trying to stem the flow of bubblegum-scented goo. Catching sight of Abdul’s man-sized cock again, however, proved his undoing and a torrent of juices flooded out of his hole, filling the room with a heady odor. 

He gritted his teeth in shame as Abdul sniffed the air, casting a wry look back over his shoulder. He didn’t say anything, though, and stood in front of the toilet, letting loose a loud gusher of urine that splattered all over the toilet bowl. Sutton watched his big, hairy glutes clench as he tapped off his dick and turned back around. He grinned when he saw Sutton staring at his dick.

“Man, you really are a cock-hungry faggot, aren’t ya?”

“Fuck off.”

Abdul approached him, standing so close his big cock was almost touching Sutton’s hands as they clenched the shirt over his crotch. There was a little droplet of urine clinging to the tip of his cockhead. It landed with a splash on his hand when Abdul leaned in closer.

“I think I know why it didn’t work,” he rumbled in his deep, gravelly, sexy voice. He was so tall his breath was hot on Sutton’s forehead.

“Wh-Wh-Why is that?” Sutton swallowed, staring anywhere but at Adbul’s delectable penis.

“I think ya gotta drink the cum directly from the source.”

Sutton looked up sharply and wished he hadn’t. Abdul’s eyes were burning with hunger. “Huh?” he gasped. “Whaddaya mean?”

“I mean you gotta suck me off and swallow my jizz.” Abdul reached down and grabbed his cock, wagging it at him. It was, Sutton noticed, already half hard. “Drinkin’ from a glass kills the effect, I think. I’m pretty sure I gotta transmit my heterosexuality to you directly from my cock.”

Sutton hated to admit it but he was drooling. He gave up trying to avoid looking at the magnificently fat appendage and licked his lips. His heart was pounding and his hands were clammy. “I-I-I do?”

“Yeah, ya do. Now. We can’t wait a minute longer.” Abdul’s huge hand was on his head, pushing him down onto his knees. Sutton gave in, settling down and opening his mouth as he stared into the towering jock’s fiery eyes. He felt so helpless. So meek. It never occurred to him to question Abdul’s judgment. If he said he had to suck his cock, then there was no other way. A part of him died inside as he prepared to take a man’s cock in his mouth for the first time ever. He was only vaguely aware that it was his manly pride.

Abdul guided his head closer and Sutton opened wide to wrap his lips around his now pulsing organ. A second longer and then he was doing it. He was sucking a cock! A cock that was so hard it was throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. And then he was gagging on it as Abdul forced himself inside his mouth, thrusting all the way to the back of his throat and burying Sutton’s nose in his fragrant, black pubes.

“That’s it, baby,” he panted as Sutton’s arms flailed helplessly. “Take my cock. Take my big man-cock and suck it!”

Sutton did that and more, surprising both himself and Abdul with his ability to swallow him deeper than any woman had ever gone. He used his tongue to titillate him and nibbled him and caressed him until the jock was bellowing like a bull. And then that cock, that delicious cock, was erupting in his mouth and he was swallowing every last drop like a good little cum slut.

When he sucked every last drop of bitter honey out of Abdul’s tool, he fell back on his heels and looked beseechingly up at him. “That’s it, right? I’m straight now. I don’t gotta do nuthin’ else, do I?”

Abdul exhaled, quivering from head to toe from the aftereffects of orgasm. Incredibly, though, he was already getting hard again. Sutton watched in stupefaction as that thick, black organ lifted once again from the nest of those black pubes, pointing directly at his lips. Abdul pushed it toward him again, saying, “I think ya gotta blow me again just to be sure.”

***

Chapter 3

Abdul made him suck him off three more times before he finally released him. Sutton staggered out of the hotel room, cum covering his lips and wearing just a tiny pair of pink underpants. He had no idea where the underwear had come from, only that they barely covered his immensely swollen ass cheeks and his cumbersome bulge.

“There you are, Babygirl.”

He looked up and froze at the sight of Jack. The hockey jock was sweaty and still wearing his practice jersey. There was a small gash over his left eye and his lid was swollen, bruised. He’d never looked sexier. Sutton’s heart did a little flip in his chest and his buttocks perked up, pushing out from the confines of his undies in a perfect, slutty shelf. He was only barely aware that he was still gay as fuck. Drinking Abdul’s cum directly from his cock had done nothing to cure him.

Jack sauntered over, enfolding him in his big arms and drawing him in for a hug. “I was worried ‘bout ya,” he murmured in Sutton’s ear. His beard chafed against his cheek but it felt good. Really good. He melted into the stud’s embrace, wrapping his arms around the jock’s solid waist. Jack, unlike Alex, wasn’t ripped. He was stocky and carried more than a few extra pounds, especially around his middle. Sutton found it hotter than fuck and loved pressing against the welcoming bulk. He braced, though, when the jock worked his hands into his undies and tracked his index finger around the squeaky circumference of his nubile hole.

“So tight,” Jack praised. Suttoned cooed like a dove as he gently pushed inward. “How can a slutty dude like you still have such a tiny hole?” He laughed. “Don’t tell me yer still a virgin?”

“I-I-I am!” Sutton gushed, heart pounding against his ribcage. “And I’m straight!”

“Ha! Really?” Jack’s finger was moving in deeper, eased by the goo leaking out of Sutton’s orifice. “You got a pussy, bro. Straight guys don’t got pussies.”

Sutton was distracted from defending his gay innocence when a large and growing protuberance pressed against his crotch. Jack’s monster was wide awake and growing bigger and harder by the second. From the feel of it, he rivaled even Alex in the cock department. Sutton gasped, pressing his own inert, spongy giant against that manly bulge.

“You want it, dontcha, Babygirl?” Jack teased. “You want me in yer pussy. Yer wetter than any cockslut I’ve ever boned.”

Sutton was opening his mouth to answer when Alex surprised both of them. “Hey!” he shouted, wheeling over and pushing Jack away. “Leave him alone!”

Rather than annoyed at being cockblocked, Jack seemed amused. He looked down at the irate Alex, mouth quirking. “The only thing better than one cockslut is two,” he drawled. “Yer just in time, Stud.”

“I am NOT a cockslut!” Alex yelled, bunching his hands into fists.

“I didn’t say you were,” Jack replied, jabbing a thumb into his chest. “I meant me.”

Both Sutton and Alex were taken aback by this. “Huh?” Alex mouthed, confused.

Jack smirked. “There’s sumthin’ ‘bout you, Stud,” he placed a hand on Alex’s big shoulder and squeezed, “that makes me wanna get down on my knees and offer you my rosebud. You should be proud. No guy’s ever made me submissive before.”

“That’s…I mean, I’m not su–” Alex broke off, shaking his head as if in a daze. Finally, he recovered enough to say, “I can’t think about this right now. I got a practice match.” He pointed to Sutton who was equally dazed and aroused. “And so does he.”

“Quelle coïncidence!” Jack said, harkening back to his French Canadian roots. “Moi aussi!”

“What?” Alex’s cinnamon-colored eyes were cloudy. The scent of Jack’s man-musk and Sutton’s butt-musk were making it difficult for him to think. As he sat there, Sutton saw the outline of his big, thick cock standing up from the clingy fabric of his nylon shorts. The big dude was turned on. Very turned on.

Jack relished the effect he was having on Alex. “I’m playin’ Murderball, too, stud. It’s why I left hockey practice early.” He gestured down at his sweaty body. “I tole my best bud, Ephraim, that I’d be on his team.”

“Eph-raim?” Alex’s eyes were glazed over and a dark spot had formed over his erection. “Yer gonna play with us?”

“Against ya, more like,” Jack corrected. “Ephraim’s playin’ against yer team, right?”

Alex shook his head. “Oh, yeah.”

Jack’s grin spread from ear to ear across his handsome, bearded face. “Lemme propose a challenge: If Ephraim’s team loses the match, you get to fuck Babygirl over there,” he jerked his chin over to Sutton, “while I fuck you.”

Alex’s mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to stammer, “A-A-And if you win?”

“I get to fuck Babygirl while you fuck me. Fair?”

The giant bulge tenting Alex’s shorts spasmed with these words, causing the dark stain to spread. Sutton’s ass cheeks twitched, growing fatter and rounder. Bubblegum scent filled the air.

“Deal!” Alex panted. Sweat was pouring down his face and his eyes were on fire with lust. Sutton was in basically the same condition. The thought of being fucked by both of these hulking studs was more than his brain could handle.

“Ex-cel-lent.” Jack reached out and took Sutton’s hand while placing his other on Alex’s wheelchair. “Now let’s go kick some ass. May the best team win!”

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The Murderball match was vicious, living up to its reputation for brutality, but Sutton was in his element. He didn’t even mind that his uniform turned pink halfway through the game or that he was clumsy and inept compared to the other guys on his team. He loved the aggressiveness of the other players and the esprit d’corps. Working together while sweating and grunting and thumping the other team was the reason he loved rugby so much. It didn’t matter whether he was in a wheelchair or running around on his own two legs, it was his lifeblood. He was a rugger through and through…even if he was also now a total gay slut.

After a hard-fought battle, the game ended with Ephraim’s team on top. They scored the winning shot, triumphing in a tight huddle of chairs. Jack in particular was radiant. When his teammates finished celebrating, he wheeled over to Sutton and Alex, crowing, “Looks like I get first dibs on Babygirl’s booty!” He dipped his head, lowering his voice and wincing, “And I gotta take it up the butt for the first time ever.” He grabbed Alex’s arm, pleading, “Be easy on me, bro!”

Alex didn’t look happy and said as much. Jack, however, merely smiled back at him, slowly standing up from his chair and turning around to gaze at him over his shoulder as he presented Alex with his ass. “Don’t worry, stud. I may not have silicone fillin’ up my cheeks like lil’ Babygirl over there but I got the ‘hockey butt’ to, ahem, end all hockey butts.” He shook his ass, encased as it was in a tiny pair of blue mesh shorts.

Alex opened his mouth but no sound came out. His eyes were riveted to the jock’s wide, hefty buttocks. It was clear to anyone who was watching just how gifted Jack was in the butt department. His ass was bulky and meaty and extremely hairy, the dark, black hair curling out of the tiny holes in his shorts. He smirked proudly at Alex’s flummoxed reaction. “Whaddaya think, bro? Wanna taste my hole? It’s tight and puckered and never been fucked.”

“I, uh, well–” Alex’s huge Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His cinnamon eyes were glassy and round.

“Tonight.” Jack reached out and took Sutton in his arms, squeezing him. Sutton’s eyes bugged out when he felt the jock’s hard pole working its way between his ballooning butt cheeks. “I fuck and get fucked at the same. What could be better?”

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Wearing just a pair of pink panties, Sutton found Alex in the hot tub that evening after dinner. Alex was reclining with his beefy arms laying on the sides of the tub, his eyes partially closed. He perked up, though, at the swish of Sutton’s big ass. 

“Sutton–God!–you look so–”

“What?” Sutton asked, casting his eyes downward. “Is something wrong?”

“No!” Alex sat up, splashing water. “You’re amazing. Everything about you is amazing! I can’t believe how much bigger your ass is. How are you doing it?” He craned his neck to check out Sutton’s backside and Sutton slyly tilted his hips, thrusting out a big, round orb. “Are you injecting yourself in your room?”

In answer, Sutton bent over and shimmied his panties down his smooth thighs. Only in a far corner of his mind was aware of how faggy he was acting. The heterosexual part of him, already confined to a smaller and smaller portion of psyche, died a little more, letting out an anguished howl as it did so. Soon, that part of him would be dead forever and only a horny little cockslut would remain. For the moment…for one glorious moment, though…it still lived and burned with complete humiliation.

His flaccid cock flopped out first, long and thick and completely numb. No matter how turned on he was, it stayed limp and lifeless, swinging like a big, dumb club between his shaved thighs. No one cared about it anyway; certainly neither Jack nor Alex gave it a moment’s notice. No, the two jocks had eyes only for his butt and Sutton was fine with that. 

He loved how big and plump his behind had grown. He even wanted it to grow bigger. Fortunately, he wouldn’t need to wait long. His mounds of goodness were swelling bigger and fatter by the moment, just as bubblegum juice trickled out of his hole and down his legs. His pussy was on fire for Alex. Well, for any man, actually. He wasn’t choosy! He wanted a cock inside him in the worst way. He had to be fucked!

“C’mon, get on my lap,” Alex urged, reaching out to him. “Jack’s not here yet. We can have some fun!”

Giggling, Sutton dipped a toe in the warm, churning water before settling in. He wiggled his big bottom as he sat down on Alex. The big stud was naked and achingly erect, his blunt cockhead squeaking audibly as it slid between Sutton’s rubbery globes. Sutton cooed with happiness as that thick, hooded glans pushed against his tight hole.

“Ah, fuck. FUCK! You’re so tight and yet you’re so lubed up!” Alex moaned, taking him by the hips and thrusting upward. His penis parted Sutton’s ass lips, working its way in. “How do you do it?”

“I dunno!” Sutton chirped. “But it’s fun!”

“It sure is,” Alex breathed, wrapping his brawny arms around him and easing his cock deeper inside. Sutton gasped, eyes rolling back in his head. He couldn’t believe how good it felt to be fucked by a hard cock. It seemed like everything in his life had led him to his moment and, now that it was here, he was completely blown away by the experience.

Alex bucked upward and Sutton squealed as his hole stretched wide, accommodating that girth-stick. “Fuuuuuuuck, I’ve never fucked anyone to tight!” Alex braced, pushing in deeper and Sutton helped by settling down, using gravity to his advantage.

Alex was completely inside him!

Sutton sighed, leaning back and allowing the big stud to savor his tight warmth. He couldn’t remember even feeling so content or happy. With Alex’s hard penis inside his chute, he felt complete. Whole. Slutty.

He loved it. 

“Hey! No fair!” Jack complained, startling them both as he sauntered onto the deck, wearing just a pair of ratty old boxers. “I was ‘sposed to be the first one to fuck him!” Before either Sutton or Alex could reply, though, he added slyly, “Actually, I’m fine with it, ‘specially if it means I get to fuck a wheelchair rugger’s butt.”

“What! No!” Alex protested. “I’m a top!” He didn’t, however, make any attempt to move Sutton off his dick.

“Pfffft. They all say that.” Jack bent over and removed his boxers. When he straightened, he graced them both with the full view of his dripping cock, standing out like an oversized beercan from his groin, and his giant hockey butt, jutting out thick and round and hairy behind him. Moving heavily, he staggered into the hot tub and urged Alex up. “C’mon, bro. On the pole. Now.” He reached out and helped Alex upward, making sure that his cock never left Sutton’s hole. “Come to Daddy.”

Alex resisted but ended up giving in, sacrificing his gay cherry for the pleasure of being the first to fuck Sutton’s hot hole. They stacked up like a triple-decker sandwich, Jack on the bottom and Alex in the middle. Sutton felt like a little kid riding an arcade pony at the fair, moaning and sighing as Alex bucked away beneath him. Alex was moaning and sighing, too, conflicted over being split in two by Jack’s ramrod but even he ended up enjoying himself. Jack, ever the generous one, even consented to being fucked by Alex afterwards. In all, the three jocks enjoyed themselves immensely, swapping roles and positions numerous times before the long night drew to a close. Well, Jack and Alex swapped positions; Sutton stayed a bottom. What choice did he have? With a useless cock and enormous glutes, he was good for only one thing now.

“You came?” Alex asked near the end, licking Sutton’s neck and making him shiver.

“Yeah. A lot.”

“That’s good, Babe–Ungh!” It was Alex’s turn to shiver when Jack clutched at his cock and started jerking him. “I was–Oh, fuck!–afraid you couldn’t come with so much silicone in yer cock.”

Sutton looked down at his bloated member with chagrine. He could understand why Alex would think he’d been injected with silicone. It sure looked like it! His penis was so ridiculously overfilled, it looked more like a saggy balloon than a cock. How would he ever be able to show himself in the locker room again? Between his overly inflated buttocks and overstuffed cock, he was a total freak! All it took, though, was Alex’s thick finger inside him and he forgot all about his new faggy freakdom. All he cared about was getting fucked!

They cleaned up afterwards. Jack headed to the bar and Alex invited Sutton to sleep with him but he declined. As much as he wanted to spend the night in Alex’s arms, he knew that those arms would always be open to him. No, that night he had other plans. Kissing first Alex and then Jack, he took leave of them, making his way back to Abdul’s bedroom. He didn’t even care that he was swishing around in public wearing only a soiled pair of panties. He’d been fucked! By two cocks at the same time! He was so happy.

“Whoa, Princess!” Abrul exclaimed when he burst into his hotel room. “Look at you!”

Sutton hung his head, admitting, “It didn’t work. I’m still gay as fuck.”

Abdul chuckled. “I know. There’s really no cure for Bubble Luscious. I was just fuckin’ with ya. It worked, too. I got some good blowjobs outta the deal.”

Sutton looked up sharply. “You lied to me? Why?”

“‘Cuz you were a smug asshole and a ragin’ homophobe,” Abdul revealed. “And I wanted to make ya pay.” He laughed off Sutton’s clenched fists, holding out his arms and entreating, “C’mere! Now that you’ve been broken in by those amateurs, I’m gonna show ya what it’s like to get fucked by a real man.”

What could Sutton do but obey? As much as he hated himself for doing it, he got down on his hands and knees and spread his cheeks, presenting his (slightly used) hole for breeding. He was a slutty cockwhore after all!

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