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Themes: Butt growth, curse, gainer-encourager, hairy, bearification, humiliation, merma, muscle growth, panties, pussification, romance, thong, transformation, weight gain

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Chapter 1

In contrast to the daytime when the lake was busy, the boathouse was quiet at night. Brandon Burke sat out on the dock, sipping his beer, and looking out at the water. The last rays of the September sun colored the horizon a light pink that faded into magenta over the pine trees on the far shore. Around him, the other cottages were dark. It was Sunday and the summer was over, most of the vacationers had returned to their homes in the city. It would be another couple weeks before the leaf-peepers showed up to gaze at the brilliant reds and golds of the autumn trees. 

Burke was a rangy man. Tall and lean and hairy, he stood well over six feet tall. An auburn beard clung to his cheeks, patchier than he would have liked but he was too lazy to trim it. He was athletic and outdoorsy, spending most of his time on the lake or the rivers in the area. His job with the local fire department meant he worked three, twelve-hour days in a row and then had four off. The pay was shit but he’d inherited the cabin from his grandfather and his needs were limited. At age twenty-eight, he was just beginning to think about settling down and starting a family. The problem wasn’t the lack of eligible women, the problem was him: He was notoriously prickly and took offense easily at any perceived slight. His tendency to lash out at women who got too close was why he was still single.

It was a sore spot.

He sipped his beer, glowering at the moon as it crested the trees. It was full and beautiful but it reminded him of how there was nobody to share it with…and how he was to blame for that. He swallowed down the remnants of the can and started another, popping the tab with an audible pssst that echoed across the water.

Something splashed inside the boathouse behind him and he turned. He’d left a lantern hanging over the decking inside and it cast a golden glow over the deep sapphire waters of the lake beneath. As he stared in surprise, someone’s head crested the water. There was another splash and he heard a low moan followed by a wail, “Help! Help me, please!”

Burke stood up and stalked into the boathouse. A young guy was bobbing in the water, looking around frantically. When he saw Burke, he let out a happy yelp. “Oh, thank God! This was the only place on the lake with a light. I was hoping someone would be here!”

Burke was unimpressed. Already in a sour mood, he snapped, “What the fuck are you doing in here? This is private property!” The young guy looked momentarily chagrined. He was a big, beefy kid with a black beard that belied the fact that he was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. His hair was shaggy and wet but, even so, he recognized him from earlier in the day. Burke narrowed his eyes. “I remember you. You’re Kellan Drysen, the fucker who ruined my favorite fishing spot.”

Earlier that evening, Burke and his best friend, Bowzer, had been fishing in a secluded part of the lake adjacent to the state land.  Burke was fighting to land a trout, his fishing pole bent in a U-shape as the fish struggled to break free. Just as he was about to haul his catch into Bowzer’s outstretched net, a trio of jetskiers had roared into the little inlet, spraying water everywhere. 

Burke recognized them instantly; three of the top jocks from the local high school’s football team. The dudes were infamous troublemakers who got away with anything because football was a goddamn religion in that part of the county. The guys sped over to their boat, laughing raucously when their intrusion caused Burke to lose the fish, his pole flying up and the hook tangling the tree limbs overhead. The big kid currently treading water in the center of the boathouse was the one who had laughed the loudest. 

Kellan Drysen.

A recent transplant to the area, Kellan was a rich kid who was slumming it in the public school, largely because his skills as a quarterback–which would have been modest in an urban school–really stood out in a backwater rural school. Those skills, his reputation as the winningest quarterback in local history and his parents’ money made him a celebrity who was above the law. Burke had witnessed this first hand. A year ago, Kellan and his buddies had started a fire that got out of control and burned down a barn. The arrogant fucker had gotten off on a technicality and only served a few hours of community service as a result.

The boy fixed Burke with his big, brown eyes, trying his hardest to act contrite. “I-I-I’m sorry, sir! Really, I am! I didn’t mean it! I–”

“Didn’t mean it?!” Burke never let an opportunity to get mad pass by. “What the FUCK are you talkin’ ‘bout?! You fuckin’ went out of yer way to fuck with us!” He pointed toward the opening in the boathouse that led back out into the lake, “Now get the fuck outta here!”

“I can’t!” The boy was agitated.

“What do you mean?” Burke challenged. “You swam in here. Swim back out! I don’t got time for this.”

“I really can’t!” Wait, were those tears in the big jock’s eyes? “Pah-lease! You gotta help me! I don’t know what to do!”

Burke narrowed his eyes. “Whaddays mean? All ya gotta do is swim outta here. Go find yer friends. Go home. Go fuck yerself. I don’t care what you do, juss go!”

“I can’t!” the jock persisted, growing frantic.

“Yes, you can!”

“NO, I CAN’T!!!” Defiant now, Kellan had worked past his tears. He stared challengingly up at Burke, his jaw set. “Not like this.”

Burke’s brow wrinkled. “Not like what?”

The kid gave him an agonized look before taking a deep breath. “Like this,” he stated and hauled himself up on the dock.

Burke just about fell in the water when he saw the boy’s lower body.

***

“Do you believe me now?” Kellan asked, sitting on the dock next to Burke. His lower lip was thrust outward in a little pout, a childlike expression that seemed out of place on such a manly kid. 

Burke couldn’t take his eyes off the iridescent amethyst scales covering the kid’s lower body. From the waist down, the boy was a fish! “Y-Y-You’re a m-m-mermaid?” He struggled to make himself believe the complete impossibility of what he was seeing.

“A merman,” Kellan corrected coldly. “Do I look like a mermaid to you, bro?”

There was that attitude! Burke knew Kellan’s momentary contrition would wear off sooner or later. It pissed Burke off, so much so that he couldn’t resist needling, “Yeah, actually you do.” His eyes slid downward to the gooey slit between what should have been the boy’s legs.

Kellan flushed angrily and clapped his hands over his crotch, covering the telltale slit. “Fuck you, bro!” he spat. “I ain’t no fish!”

“Well, you look like one. Below the waist at least.” Burke derived sadistic pleasure from needling the rich brat.

He watched Kellan’s hands clench in outrage. He knew the jock wanted to hurl insults back at him but he was also at Burke’s mercy and couldn’t afford to alienate him. It was a rich predicament and Burke savored watching the kid squirm. A little humility would do Kellan some good.

Slowly, Kellan’s rage gave way to desperation. He hunched his broad shoulders and flipped his long tail fin disconsolately in the water. Fixing Burke with his big, brown eyes, he pleaded, “Help me! You gotta help me change back before–” His voice choked off and Burke watched as the second most unbelievable thing happened that night and Kellan burst into tears, sobbing, “I can’t let my girlfriend see me like this! And what about my friends?! What’re they gonna say when they see I’m a fucking merman?! And football! How the fuck am I gonna play football with a fuckin’ fish tail?!”

Burke watched the jock blubber, feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he enjoyed watching Kellan Drysen reduced to tears. And on the other, he really disliked the kid and wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible. The fact that he was a mermaid, er, merman added an unwelcome wrinkle.

“What the fuck am I ‘sposed to do?” he growled, annoyed by the kid’s tears. “You got yerself into this mess.”

“But that’s the thing!” Kellan wailed. “I don’t know how!”

Burke sighed heavily. None of this was endearing Kellan to him. “Well, unless I’m crazy, I don’t think guys randomly turn into mermai–uh, mermen. You musta done something!”

Kellan worked his jaw, trying his hardest to stifle the tears. “I don’t know!” he cried finally. “It just, you know, happened! I was camped out by the lake with Riley and Benji and went to take a piss. I was drunk and lost my balance. When I fell into the water, it happened. Instantaneous-like. Boom! I was half-fish! That’s when I saw yer light across the lake and swam over. I couldn’t let my bros see me like this!”

Burke had to suppress a smile. He schooled his features, though, and asked, “How ‘bout ya tell me what happened before that. You know, retrace yer, uh, steps.” As soon as he said the word, Kellan moaned unhappily, a tear sliding down his fuzzy cheek. (How does an eighteen-year-old grow a beard thicker than mine? Burke wondered idly.)

“I don’t know!” Kellan bawled, voice rising. “I mean, it was a normal day.” He paused then, thinking back. “I wonder if it was the girls we teased?” He sat up, his slippery ass squeaking on the deck.

“What girls?”

Kellan sighed. “The ones whose bikini bottoms we stole. They were skinny dipping and I took their panties.” He looked over at Burke, eyes widening. “The panties were kind of weird, now that I think ‘bout it. I put ‘em on as a joke an’–”

“Wait, you wore women’s panties?” Burke moved further away from the boy on the deck. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Kellan got defensive. “It was a fuckin’ dare, bro! And I was drunk!” He added in a small voice, “The guys thought it was hilarious.”

“Just like they thought it was hilarious when you ruined my fishing trip?”

“Anyway,” Kellan continued, giving him the side-eye, “I only wore ‘em for a sec. It was a joke, dude. I ain’t a fruit!”

“But you are a fish.”

“Shut up.” Kellan glared at him, tossing his tail impatiently. “It musta been them panties. I mean, what else could it have been?”

Burke leaned back on the deck. “Ok, just for argument’s sake, let’s say it was the panties. Where are they now?”

Kellan gave him a sheepish look, admitting in a small voice. “I’m still wearin’ ‘em, bro.” He gestured down at his fish half. “I mean, under all these scales.”

“I thought you said you only put ‘em on for a sec,” Burke pointed out. “Now you tell me yer still wearin’ ‘em! Why’d you lie?”

Kellan hung his head. “‘Cuz it’s embarrassing. That’s why.” He hesitated before revealing, “The truth is I, uh, kinda liked ‘em.” He blushed, whispering, “The string felt good against my hole.”

It took Burke a moment to get what he was talking about. When he did, he recoiled in disgust. “Dude! A thong?! You put on a girl’s thong?”

“I mean, I think it was a girl’s underwear,” Kellan said, looking over at him innocently. “We never actually saw the girls. We juss assumed they was somewhere nearby.” He leaned back, lost in thought. “Huh. Now that I think about it, them panties did have a pouch for my big man. So, maybe they’re a guy’s panties?”

Burke held up his hands in surrender. “Dude, you’re lost me. This shit’s seriously fucked up. Who goes around putting on a guy’s used thong?” He shuddered. “Ugh! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Kellan didn’t seem as ashamed as a moment ago when he replied, “Nuthin’s wrong with me, bro. I’m normal. Hundred percent.” He spread his hands. “I don’t wear panties.”

“Except as a joke.”

Kellan shrugged. “Yeah, ‘cept as a joke.” He shifted closer to Burke on the deck. “So, anyway, now you know what happened. I’ve told ya everything. It’s gotta be them panties! There’s nuthin’ else weird that happened today.” He turned to him, imploringly, “Does that give you any ideas? How could a thong turn me into a fish?”

Burke really didn’t like having his mind go down this road but he had a naked merman on his dock and he wasn’t going to get rid of him until he figured out how to change him back. (God, he thought, putting a hand to his head. Am I going crazy? He looked over at the forlorn fish boy and blinked. Nope. He’s real, alright. Fuck. What do I do?) 

Working his throat up and down, he asked Kellan, “What were the, um, panties like? Can you describe them?” He held up his hand, “And I’m not asking for the nasty details, OK? I juss need to know more ‘bout ‘em.”

Kellan pondered this. “They was kinda purple. Really shiny purple, you know?”

“Iridescent?” Burke offered.

Kellan nodded. “Yeah. Dat’s the word!”

“Hmmm,” Burke studied Kellan’s scales. “Kind of like your tail, right?”

“Oh, bro! Yer a fuckin’ genius!” Kellan exclaimed, pumping his fist. “Yeah, juss like my tail!”

Burke couldn’t believe he was saying this but he offered, “So, the panties are related to your transformation then? If that’s the case, if you remove the panties, you will remove the curse.”

“But, how?” Kellan wailed, suddenly distraught again. “How the fuck do I get ‘em off if I’m wearing ‘em under this…this…fuckin’ slimy-ass tail?”

Burke remembered something then. A hazy memory of a children’s story. Or maybe it was a Disney film? He couldn’t put his finger on it but it ignited something inside his mind. He took a swig out of his beer before revealing, “I know what to do.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s obvious, ain’t it?”

Kellan looked confused. “No. No, it’s not. Tell me how I turn back into a guy, dude!”

Burke stood up and held out his hand. “Here.” Looking at him questioningly, Kellan grasped his hand and allowed Burke to pull him back on the deck until his long tail and its very dainty tailfin was completely out of the water. 

“Now what?” Kellan demanded, trying to cover his bare butt and fish slit from view. Burke marveled that the kid’s ass was still basically human, his tiny, pert buttocks were only lightly covered in scales. “Well?” Kellan demanded, glaring up at him. 

He feels vulnerable, Burke realized. Good. Serves the fucker right. Savoring the jock’s discomfort, Burke took a long pull from his beer. “Now we wait.”

“For what?”

“For you to dry out.” 

Seeing Kellan splayed out beneath him, Burke couldn’t help but stare. The kid was built like a total tank. From the belly button upward, he was broad and very muscular; his wide shoulders tapered down to a narrow, lithe waist. Below the belly button, though, the kid was all fish. The scales began just below his navel and quickly turned into a solid, silvery coating further down. His tail was actually quite beautiful, almost like a rainbow trout’s.

“Um, how long’ll this take?” Kellan demanded, smoldering with embarrassment under Burke’s scrutiny. He flipped his fin self-consciously.

“I dunno.” Burke admitted. “An hour?”

“What?! An hour!” Kellan wailed. “I gotta get home! My parent’re gonna be so worried!”

“I could call ‘em if you like.” Burke would do anything to extricate himself from this predicament. Passing off the fish boy to someone else was definitely appealing.

“WHAT?! NO!” Kellan backed away from him. “Please, don’t!”

“I thought you said they’d be worried?” Burke fiddled with his beer can in an effort to stop himself from trying to see the gooey slit on Kellan’s crotch. “And yer friends, too. What’re their names? Riley and Benji? What ‘bout them?”

Kellan hung his head. “Yeah, I’m sure they’re wondering what happened to me. Prolly think I drowned.”

“Dontcha think ya should at least let ‘em know yer Ok?” Burke pulled out a folding chair and sat down. He kept it turned so his back was to Kellan; he found the boy’s fishtail and fish pussy too distracting. “They’re gonna call the police and start a search if you don’t.” He clapped his hand to his head. “Which means I’ll get called in to look for you.” He looked over his shoulder at Kellan, explaining, “I’m a firefighter and I’m on call tonight.” He pulled out his phone. “Dude, we gotta let ‘em know where you are!”

“No!” Kellan pleaded, unhappy. “Let’s just wait and see if yer right and dryin’ off works. If I’m still half fish in an hour, I’ll call my parents. Deal?”

Burke wasn’t too enthused about this but agreed. 

They waited.

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“It worked!”

Burke turned around and was amazed to see it was true. Kellan was fully human again…and looked ridiculous wearing a pair of tiny panties. The undergarments were incredibly brief, especially on his beefy frame, and glistened like fish scales in the low light of the lantern. Burke looked away, unable to get the image of the big, beefy kid wearing girl’s panties out of his mind. That bulge, he thought. Fuck, it’s big. He forced the thought away. Obviously Kellan wouldn’t still have a fish pussy now that he was a human again.

“Can I, um, borrow some of yer clothes?” Kellan sounded so meek, it was actually kind of endearing.

Burke stood up and stalked into the cabin, returning a few minutes later with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Kellan was a lot bigger than he was but he judged the kid could squeeze into the baggy clothes. He turned his back as Kellan changed, only looking back when the boy was fully clothed again. He never wanted to see a merman or a dude in panties again!

“What’re you gonna do with those?” he asked, gesturing toward the discarded panties.

“Burn ‘em!” Kellan hissed, face twisted in revulsion. “I ain’t touchin’ ‘em!”

“Well, I’m not, either!” Burke exclaimed, horrified by the thought of turning into a mermaid himself. “Shouldn’t you, ya know, try an’ give ‘em back to the lady–or guy–you stole ‘em from. If you don’t, you might get stuck as a fish again when you get wet.” 

“When I get wet?” Kellan repeated, face growing pale. “What the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?!”

Burke waved it off. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

“What?!” Kellan insisted, grabbing Burke by the shoulders. “Tell me! Tell me what you mean!”

Once again savoring the power he had over the kid, Burke shrugged. “Oh, you know. Mermaids are ‘sposed to be able to walk on land when they’re dry and then turn back into fish when they get wet.”

“They are???!!!”

Burke nodded and Kellan flinched.

“Well, I guess I better find out now,” Kellan grumbled. “I don’t wanna turn into a fish the next time I’m in the shower!”

Steeling his resolve, he squared his shoulders and dipped a toe tentatively in the water from the deck.

Nothing happened.

“Oh, thank god!” Kellan breathed, sagging with relief. “I ain’t a fish!”

“Something we can both be grateful for,” Burke murmured, smiling to himself. As much fun as it had been to watch Kellan get knocked down a few pegs, he was glad it was over and he could be rid of the spoiled rich brat.

Within a half hour, Riley and Benji arrived in a huge pickup truck and whisked Kellan away. They’d been just about to call 9-1-1 when Kellan called them. The jock was so happy to see his friends (and to be fully human again) that he clambered inside the truck without even saying thank you. Burke watched them leave, shaking his head. Talk about a total mind-fuck! Ha! He almost wished he could call and tell Bowzer about the surreal experience but he knew his friend would think he was totally nuts. 

Guys didn’t turn into mermaids! Everyone knows that.

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Chapter 2

He found the strange panties on the dock the next morning when he was sipping his coffee, watching the purple martins swoop over the still waters of the lake. The bird’s liquid chirps and trills were soothing to his soul. Burke was an anxious guy who hated being around a lot of other people and never went to the city. When he was outside, though, surrounded by water and trees and the steep, wooded hills around the lake, he felt at peace. Truly at peace.

Now that the surreal events of the previous night had receded into memory, the panties didn’t look very unusual. Yeah, nothing strange. Just regular women’s panties. He touched them with his big toe before stooping down to pick them up. The material was like quicksilver in his hands, soft, slippery and sensuous. Just touching it got him hard and he dropped the unnatural garment like he’d been scalded. He could almost see why Kellan had been tempted to put them on. What would it feel like to…?

He forced the thought out of his head.

Nope. No panties for him!

He started to kick them into the lake but stopped and, for reasons he didn’t fully understand, picked them up and tucked them inside his dresser drawer. He told himself he would get rid of them later but somehow later never came, although he did. Cum, that is.

Later that day, he was horny again and found himself creeping back into his bedroom to pull the illicit panties from the drawer. With shaking hands, he examined the purple-silver material. There was a telltale brown smudge on the string of the thong, exactly where it had rubbed against Kellan’s…

He dropped the thong, angry at himself.

Then he picked it back up.

The touch was electrifying! A wave of pleasure cascaded over him and he found himself lifting the thong to his nose and inhaling deeply.

Fuck.

Oh, fuck!

It smelled so good.

It smelled like Kellan.

Kellan’s most private, intimate parts.

His hardon was ready to pop out of his shorts.

He felt shaky, almost sick. He wanted to be revolted and he was…but he was also on fire with lust.

He pulled down his shorts and rubbed the incredibly sheer, shiny fabric over his engorged cock. He barely had touched the fabric to his organ when he erupted in orgasm, collapsing to his knees and shooting a violent load that he caught in the folds of the undergarment. Strangely, his cum disappeared as soon as it touched the fabric, not even leaving a whitish stain.

Weird, he thought, and stuck the panties back in his dresser.

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He was staining the south wall of the cabin the next day when Kellan showed up on his mountain bike. He was shirtless and wearing a backpack that he shrugged off his wide shoulders and unzipped. Inside were the clothes he’d borrowed, a six-pack of Budweiser and a couple of joints; he held them out to the startled Burke. “To pay you back,” he announced, taking his ball cap off and mopping his brow. “I owe you, man.”

Burke held up his hands, accepting the clothing but refusing the gifts. “You’re under age,” he pointed out. “And I can’t smoke pot. I get tested at work all the time. Firefighters can’t be high on the job!” He paused, studying Kellan. “And you should always wear a helmet. You don’t want to risk a brain injury. Would you play football without a helmet?”

“Ok, Dad.” Kellan laughed at Burke’s sour expression and leaned against the cabin wall next to him in the shade. “Sure is hot out today,” he observed. “Wanna go for a swim?”

“Not with you.”

“Ha! What’s wrong with you, man! I’m tryna be friends here.” Kellan studied him with dancing eyes. “And you look like you could use a dip. Yer awful sweaty, bro.” The statement hung in the air between them, simmering in the breeze.

Is he flirting with me? Burke shook his head, banishing the thought. No, Kellan Drysen was many things but queer wasn’t one of them. The kid had a reputation in town as a total pussy hound. 

“C’mon. Just a quick swim.” Kellan urged him toward the dock where he turned and, much to Burke’s shock, pulled down his shorts.

“What the fuck, dude?!” Burke shouted, looking in panic around him to see if any of the neighbors were watching. “Panties?! Why the fuck are you wearing panties?!”

“These ain’t panties,” Kellan explained, laughing at his reaction. “They’s for guys. And they ain’t panties. They’s a swimsuit.”

Burke gaped at the ridiculously tiny red garment. “That is not a swimsuit! That’s…just obscene.” His cheeks were red, just like Kellan’s panties. He couldn’t believe the kid would wear such a humiliatingly tiny piece of fabric in public.

“Oh, just get over it. I look hot.” 

Kellan put his hands on his hips, thrusting his truly massive bulge at the horrified Burke. Then he turned and looked back at him over his shoulder, smirking and shaking his tiny butt. The panties weren’t exactly a thong but they weren’t far from it. The miniscule triangle of red fabric clung to his pert posterior, connected only by a floss-like string around his slim hips to the miniscule triangle of red fabric in front. It was appallingly brief.

Kellan found Burke’s reaction extremely amusing. “C’mon, man!” he laughed. “Get over it and come swimming with me! Yer already in yer trunks. Let’s go!” He turned and executed a flawless dive. Bobbing in the water before Burke, he called out, “Jump in, man! The water’s amazing! And look. No tail!” He kicked his feet out of the water, laughing.

Burke stood there debating what to do before surprising himself and joining the boy. He pulled off his tank top and kicked off his workboots. Leaving his phone, wallet and car keys on top of the pile of his clothes, he jumped in, managing his own graceful arc through the humid air. He arose from beneath the surface next to the jock, huffing and puffing as his body acclimated to the cold water.

“There,” Kellan said, grinning. “Better?”

Burke looked back at him uncertainly. It felt strange that the kid was here again (and wearing panties) but not entirely unwelcome. It only took him a moment to realize why: He and Kellan had shared an experience that they couldn’t tell anyone else about. It was their shared secret and that made them conspirators in a sense. It also drew them together…as much as he disliked admitting this.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” he grumbled, trying to sound unhappy.

“Such a grumpy-ass old guy!” Kellan teased, splashing him. “C’mon! Let’s swim across to the other side!”

With that, he took off across the lake, swimming with surprising ease through the clear, sapphire waters. Burke watched him go for a moment before following along behind. He caught up with him again on a sandbar not far from the wooded shore. Kellan was sitting there, hugging his knees, when Burke emerged dripping and cold from the water.

“We can warm up here,” Kellan offered, patting the sand beside him. “Sit here next to me.”

Burke folded down beside him, still trying to figure out why the kid was here. Something felt off but he didn’t know why.

“This is where I stole the panties,” Kellan revealed after they’d sat in silence for a few minutes. “Right over there.” He jerked his chin over to a little spot in the reeds. The reeds were still matted from where someone had stepped on them.

“Huh.”

Kellan turned and looked at him. “What’d you do with ‘em, bro? Do you still have ‘em?”

“Nah, I kicked ‘em into the lake after you left.” Burke didn’t know why he lied about it but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to admit the shameful truth: He’d been masturbating into them a half dozen times a day ever since that night.

“Too bad. I was thinking I should return ‘em.” Kellan gazed off into the distance, shivering.

“Why?”

The shivering increased. “I dunno. I mean, I juss, ya know, still feel weird is all.”

“How?”

Kellan smiled; his lips were blue. “Oh, I’m sure it’s nuthin’. It’s like–” His voice broke off. “Nah, I can’t say it. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Dude, I’ve seen you naked, as a fish and wearing a thong,” Burke pointed out. “You can tell me anything.”

“True dat.” Kellan was shivering so badly that Burke couldn’t stand it any longer. Shaking his head at himself, he reached out and draped his arm over the kid’s shoulders, tugging him in close to his body. Kellan braced at first but then relaxed against him, murmuring, “Thanks, bro. Yer nice an’ warm.”

“Now tell me.” Burke sniffed the boy’s wet hair, pulse quickening when he recognized the scent from the thong. It was electric. He stiffened and forced himself to stop. Why was he treating Kellan like this? It was absurd. He hated the kid! Hated him! But it felt good to hold the boy. Hold him so close he could feel his heart beating.

“Well, uh, it’s like I’m still wearin’ ‘em or sumthin’,” Kellan admitted shyly, “Maybe that’s why I have these on?” He jerked his chin downward to indicate the red panties. “It feels right somehow.” He burrowed his face against Burke’s chest and then sneezed. “Yer real hairy, bro,” he said, lifting his face and looking up at him. “Anyone ever tell ya that?”

“A few women have mentioned it,” Burke said. “Yer the first guy, though.”

Kellan flushed. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s Ok. I mean, I am hairy. Everywhere.” Why did he add that last word? He kicked himself.

Kellan chose not to comment but his eyes twinkled a little bit. “Anyway, it’s ‘cuz I feel like I’m still wearin’ those stupid panties that I think I need to replace ‘em. Ya know, put ‘em back where I found ‘em. Maybe then the haunting will stop.”

“Haunting?”

Kellan nodded. “Yeah, that’s what it feels like. Being haunted. I close my eyes and..urges…fill my head. Strong urges.”

Burke sat up straighter. “What sort of urges?”

Kellan laughed. “Shit, bro! That’s the million dollar question. Fuck if I know! They’re strong but also hazy. Kinda like I’m hearin’ a voice underwater.” He laughed nervously again. “I can’t make out any details. Just a call.”

“Call?”

“Yeah.” Kellan shivered. “Like a song. Only it’s not normal. Feels real weird. Almost like a pull. Like it’s tellin’ me I need to do sumthin’. Become sumthin’ else. Sumthin’ diff’rent.”

“Like what?” Burke’s skin was prickling. 

Kellan shrugged, nosing Burke’s copious chest hair. “I dunno. Bigger. I think it wants me to get big. Real big.” He looked up at him questioningly. “That’s weird, right? I mean, I’m already pretty big.”

“That is strange.”

“Haha! Right?” Kellan pulled away, standing up. “I’m thinking we should look for those panties, bro. Maybe if we find them and put ‘em back, everything’ll be normal again? Will you help me search? If you kicked ‘em into the lake, they couldn’t have gone too far, right?”

“Probably not.” Burke’s heart was thudding against his ribcage. Should he tell Kellan the panties were in his dresser? Or maybe he could sneak into his cabin and drop them into the water without the boy noticing and then pretend to find them? Something inside him rebelled against that idea, though. No! He wanted to keep the panties for himself! There was no way he was going to hand them over to Kellan. He looked up at the big jock, promising, “Sure, I’ll help ya look for ‘em. Can’t guarantee anything, though.”

They searched but, of course, didn’t find the panties. After trolling the lake in Burke’s canoe all afternoon, they finally gave up. Kellan pulled his head out of the water, removing the mask and snorkel he’d worn while Burke paddled systematically back and forth across the lake. “It’s getting dark, bro. Let’s call it a day.”

It was almost dark by then so Burke threw the kid’s bike in the back of his truck and drove him home.

He didn’t see Kellan again for another year.

***

In August of the following year, Burke was sitting in the shade next to the boathouse, tying flies. He and Bowzer were planning to go fly fishing the next day on the river that fed into the lake. Burke loved fly fishing but not because he enjoyed catching trout (he always threw them back) but because it was so meditative. A ball of anxiety even on his best days, Burke had trained himself out of vaping e-cigarettes and channeled this nervous energy into fishing. Kind of like the purple martins swooping back and forth overhead, fishing soothed his soul.

A truck pulled up in the driveway and he looked around, expecting to see Bowzer but instead a tall, beefy young man emerged from behind the wheel and waved at him. It took him a moment to recognize who it was. “Kellan?!” he called out. “Shit, bro! Look at you!”

Kellan laughed, a rumbling bass. “I know, bro? Right?” He looked down at his broad body, replete with all sorts of new muscles that had emerged, full and rounded, since the last time Burke had seen him. “I’m a beast, ain’t I?”

“Becoming one, at least.” Burke stood up and approached the boy who was more of a man now; Kellan towered over him. “I heard yer goin’ to Notre Dame on a football scholarship. Congrats, man!” He reached out and took the big dude’s massive hand in his own, amazed at how much the boy had matured.

Kellan surprised him by pulling him into a hug. He held Burke against his big, firm, furry chest for a long moment before releasing him. Burke’s nostrils flooded with the boy’s potent scent–the same scent that imbued the illicit thong he still kept (and jerked off into) in his dresser drawer. In a year, Kellan’s scent on the thong hadn’t faded. If anything, it had grown stronger…like the big man now hugging him.

When the boy remained silent, Burke looked up at him. “What’s wrong?”

Kellan sniffed. “I dunno. I’m kinda sad, I guess. I mean, I should be happy, right? I’m leaving tomorrow for college and I landed my dream position on the starting lineup.” He sighed heavily. “It’s juss that sumthin’s not right. That’s why I came here.”

Burke hated to admit it but he was tickled the boy had stopped by. Patting him on the mounded shoulder, he invited, “Come over and talk with me. Tell me what’s going on while I finish up.”

Kellan agreed and followed him over to the deck. He looked around, eyebrows lifting when he saw the young bird sitting on the railing next to Burke. “Who’s yer little friend there?”

Burke looked over at the young purple martin and smiled. “That’s Charlie. He fell out of the nestbox and I raised him.” When he mentioned the young bird’s name, it lifted its head and, opening its incredibly wide mouth, squeaked excitedly, ruffling its downy feathers and fluttering its wings. “He’s hungry. Wanna feed him?”

“Sure!”

“Take one of these.” Burke held out a little container of mealworms he’d purchased at the local pet store. “And drop it into his mouth.”

Kellan duly pinched a wiggling worm from the container and held it over Charlie’s gaping maw. The little bird let out a liquid chirp and then devoured the worm. “So cool!” Kellan breathed, shaking his head. “Dude, you sure have a knack for saving lost things. First me and now Charlie.” He sobered as he said this, adding, “And I’m being serious, bro. You saved my ass–literally–” he paused to shake his butt which was quite a bit bigger and heftier than it had been a year ago, “‘cuz, if you hadn’t, my ass would still be all scales!”

“So it really did happen?” Burke shook his head. “Sometimes I think I hallucinated the whole thing.”

Kellan’s big hand was on him, squeezing, pulling him in closer. “No, you didn’t. It was real. It happened.”

Burke pulled away, turning back to tying the fly he’d been working on. “That’s good to know,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. The truth was that Kellan haunted his dreams at night. He couldn’t get the kid out of his head. Having him show up in the flesh was…well, it was inconvenient. Burke realized if he was ever going to get over the strange experience, he needed to keep his distance from the boy.

“Bro, can I stay here with you tonight?”

The question caught him off guard. “What?!”

Kellan ambled closer, leaning against the railing next to Charlie. The little bird chirped happily as he fed him another worm. “I, you know, juss wanna be near you. I don’t know why. It just feels important.” He took a shuddering breath, lowering his head. “I haven’t been the same since that night. I mean, in most ways my life has never been better. Shit, my fuckin’ dreams are all coming true! But I’m also kind of falling apart. It don’t make no sense. The dreams. The visions. The calling. It all just keeps getting stronger.” He lowered his face into his big hands, shaking. “‘Cept it gets better when I’m here. When I’m close to you.”

Burke’s heart was pounding. Everything Kellan had said mirrored his own experience. On the surface, his life was going great. He’d been promoted at work, had a better schedule and was making more money. On a personal level, too, he was doing well. It was too soon to tell but he’d recently started seeing a woman he’d met when responding to a fire call. She’d been doing a controlled burn on her property that got out of hand. He’d asked for her number after his crew contained the blaze and was surprised when she gave it to him. He really liked her and was hopeful she might finally be the one. He was ready to settle down and raise a family.

And, despite all this, there were the dreams. And the thong. And Kellan’s scent…Fuck, why did the kid have to stand so close? He was getting a hardon just being in his presence.

“We don’t gotta do nuthin’,” Kellan was explaining. “I mean, I ain’t gay. I juss wanna hang out. Would that be Ok?’

“Sure.”

Burke wondered at himself as he said it but his cock was throbbing and the thought of dismissing Kellan was anathema to him. His heart started breaking at the mere thought.

“Awesome!” Kellan stepped even closer. “Mind if I get comfortable?” He sniffed a pit, grimacing. “I ain’t showered yet today.”

Burke’s penis pulsed painfully and he winced. “Uh, yeah, go right ahead. The place is yers.” He led the boy into the cabin and was surprised when Kellan had to duck to get through the door. “There’s the bathroom and here’s a towel. Soap’s in there and shampoo. Use anything you need.”

Kellan disappeared into the bathroom and started stripping out of his clothes. Burke had to force himself to leave the room and go back outside when the guy showed no inclination of closing the door. He paced around on the deck outside, absently feeding Charlie, and trying not to imagine Kellan’s naked body as he washed himself clean in Burke’s own shower…

“Thanks, bro. Yer a lifesaver.”

Burke looked up and saw that Kellan had squeezed himself into his bathrobe. He flopped down on a chair next to him and spread his legs. Burke started quivering when he glanced down and saw Kellan had left the drawstring loose and the robe parted enough to reveal the incredibly tiny pair of pink panties the giant man had on underneath. Black pubic hair poured out of the top of the pouch, along with the base of Kellan’s very thick…

He looked away.

Fuck. What was wrong with him?

They went out in the canoe after dinner, drifting over to the sandbar where Kellan had stolen the fateful pair of panties. Much like they had done the year before, they sat side by side in the sand, only this time it was Kellan’s arm over Burke’s shoulders and Kellan was thankfully wearing a pair of boardshorts rather than a pair of panties.

“This ain’t gay, is it?”

Burke looked up at his lovely boy and smiled. “No. Not at all.”

Kellan laughed. “Didn’t think so.” He looked out on the water, savoring the light breeze. The trees on the far shore were tinged rosy by the light of the setting sun. “I could get used to this, bro.” He looked down at Burke, drawing him in closer. “Used to us.”

“Us?”

“Yeah, I mean, what if we–?”

“Kellan, don’t.” Burke sat up, pulling away from him. “Just don’t.”

“But why, bro?” Kellan’s brown eyes were full of hurt. “We could be–”

Burke shook his head violently. “No! This isn’t real!” He gestured to him and Kellan. “It’s not who we are. We’re straight. We like women. The only reason you feel this way is because of that fucking curse.”

“Curse?” Kellan’s eyes were so wounded that it almost broke Burke’s heart. “Whaddaya mean? I don’t feel cursed.”

Burke sighed. “Think back. What were you telling me when you first got here? It sure sounded a lot like a curse to me.” His voice started to crack and he had to take a moment to regain his composure. “And I’ve been the same way. My life’s a wreck. Has been ever since that night.” He sought and held Kellan’s gaze. “That’s what I mean by cursed. Something happened to us that night. Something bad. And the only way we’re ever gonna overcome it is if we forget about it. Forever.”

Kellan’s lower lip was quivering. “But, bro! It don’t feel like a curse! When I’m with you, it feels–”

“Stop it.” Burke stood up. “It’s time for you to leave.” He held out his hand as he grabbed the canoe paddle and prepared to shove off. “I’m glad you stopped by, Kellan. Congratulations on your scholarship. I wish you all the best. Now get in the canoe and please leave when we get back to the other side. You can’t stay with me tonight.”

He didn’t see Kellan again for another year after that.

***

Chapter 3

“S’up, bro?”

Burke looked up, shielding his eyes against the sun to find a big, bearded man looming over him. He and his girlfriend, Hannah, were planting a garden behind his cabin. Hannah was a horticulturist who’d just received her master gardener certification from the local land grant college and she was eager to put it to use.

“Uh, do I know you?” Burke said, standing up. The dude was a good four or five inches taller than him and super jacked with muscles. He was so big, he almost looked steroidal.

For some reason, the guy thought this was hilarious and burst out laughing. Burke stood there, growing more and more impatient while Hannah looked at him questioningly. Finally, the big brute straightened and clapped him hard on the shoulder. “Dude! It’s me!” he grunted. “Kellan!”

“Kellan?” It took Burke a moment to recognize the kid. When he did, he took a step back, shaking his head in amazement. “Shit, Kellan! Look at you! You’re a beast!”

Kellan dipped his head. “Yeah, kinda. Ha! The look on yer face, man! Fuckin’ priceless.”

Realizing Hannah was watching them curiously, Burke turned and introduced them. “Hannah, this is Kellan Drysen. You’ve heard of him, right? The local guy who got recruited into professional football during his freshman year at Notre Dame?”

Hannah smiled pleasantly and extended a hand. “Pleased to meet you. How do you know Brandon?” (Unlike everyone else in Burke’s life, Hannah insisted on calling him by his first name.)

Kellan and Burke exchanged awkward glances before Burke explained, “Kellan, uh, got lost on the lake one night and I, um, rescued him.”

Kellan grinned. “Yup. I fell in the water and nearly drowned. Dude saved my life.”

Hannah nodded, apparently buying the story. It was close enough to the truth to sound plausible. When the silence stretched, Kellan jerked his chin toward his truck out on the road. “My gf’s with me. Mind if I bring her in and introduce her? She’s dyin’ to meet ya.”

Burke looked over at Hannah who shrugged. “Sure, that’d be nice,” he said. “I’m surprised you’re here. I would’ve expected you to be Kansas City training with the Chiefs.

“It’s still early, bro,” Kellan explained. “I got a couple weeks off and decided to bring Ashley here to meet the fam.”

“Cool.”

Kellan and Ashley ended up spending the whole day with them. Burke made sandwiches and took them out on the lake in his boat before inviting them to stay for supper. At first, he worried that Hannah and Ashley wouldn’t have anything in common–Ashley was clearly a city girl and Hannah was country through and through–but they ended up hitting it off. Kellan settled back by the motor with him while the two women chatted amiably at the bow.

“Hannah’s hot, bro. I’d bone her.”

Burke flushed, warning, “Kellan…”

Kellan lifted his big hands in the air. “Hey, I’m not sayin’ I will, juss that I’d do her if I weren’t with Ashley…and if she wasn’t with you already.”

“That’s better.” Burke smiled, glad that the odd tension between him and Kellan had eased. “Ashley’s nice, too. Your family Ok with her?”

Kellan looked at him. “You mean, because she’s black? Ha! Yeah, dude, they were a little put off at first. As much as I wish my folks weren’t a couple of Trumpster bigots, that’s what they are. It’s…well, it’s been an educational experience for them. Ashley, too. I feel kinda bad for her, bringing her to the whitest county in the state.” He paused. “That’s why I wanted to introduce her to you. Somehow, I knew you’d like her. Yer a total redneck but you ain’t no racist.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Kellan clapped him on the back. “A totally adorable redneck at that.”

Burke looked up at him. “Uh, come again?”

Kellan grinned. “Aw, dude, juss fuckin’ with ya.” He arched a bushy eyebrow. “Mostly.” He winked and Burke blushed, causing the big jock to burst out laughing. “Hahahaha! Got ya, bro! Got ya!”

“Asshole.”

As much as he tried not to, Burke couldn’t help studying Kellan. The guy was HUGE. He looked like he’d put on more than fifty pounds of muscle since the year before and he’d been big then. More uncomfortable for him to admit was the fact that Kellan was undeniably attractive. He was handsome with a cleft chin, a well-trimmed beard and a broad, open face. His brown eyes were the color of caramel and always filled with mirth. 

Burke just loved being in his presence again. He had almost forgotten how delicious Kellan smelled and delighted in leaning in close when the dude (and Heather and Ashely) wasn’t looking and just basking in his rich, masculine scent. It poured off of him like cologne. Between that and his big body bursting with enormous muscles…well, poor Burke was soon suffering a serious case of blue balls as his cock leaked pre in his boxers. He was ashamed how Kellan turned him into a bitch in heat.

Burke grilled steaks and Hannah made a salad while Kellan and Ashley sat on a couple of folding chairs on the deck overlooking the lake. It was early summer but the lake was already busy with people. There were boats and jet skis and kids floating on rubber rafts in front of their parents’ cottages. Burke actually preferred the off season when everyone was gone but he had a private lot and plenty of space. It made it feel somewhat secluded.

“I was tellin’ Ashley ‘bout Charlie before we got here,” Kellan said, looking up at the colonial nestbox in the yard near the boathouse. “He still around? You said he was a purple martin, right?”

Burke looked at the nest box, swarming with the martins as they dashed in and out, bringing food to their babies. They were so beautiful, little flashes of violet and amethyst. And their calls…he just loved them.

“Yeah, yer right. He’s a purple martin but he’s actually a she, I found out.” He smiled, staring at the busy nestbox. “She’s in there right now, raising her first clutch.”

“Is that right?” Kellan’s smile made Burke’s knees go weak.

Burke returned the smile. “Yeah. I love ‘em. My favorite birds. There’s something ‘bout their call. It’s like a siren’s song to me.”

Kellan gave him a funny look at this, quirking an eyebrow, but remained quiet.

Hannah emerged from the cabin just then, carrying the salad, and Burke laid out the simmering steaks on a tray. “Perfect timing,” he said, hugging Hannah against him. “Let’s eat.”

They drank a lot of beer that evening and Burke and Kellan became more amorous with their girlfriends with each bottle. It was almost a competition. First, Burke laid his arm around Hannah’s shoulders and then Kellan did the same thing with Ashley. Then Burke hugged Hannah closer. A moment later Kellan responded in kind. He met Burke’s eye from across the table, grinning. Burke grinned back.

One thing led to another and Hannah was on Burke’s lap and Ashely was straddling Kellan. 

They started kissing.

Hannah giggled and Burke kissed her more deeply. He could hear Kellan smooching Ashley, too. It got him aroused. He kissed Hannah again. Across from them, the sounds of Kellan and Ashley’s kissing were audible. Ashley giggled. Burke’s dick stiffened even more. Something about hearing Kellan grunting really put him in the mood. He ran his hand up Hannah’s blouse, tickling her nipples. She arched her back and sighed. Ashley’s sigh followed only seconds later. Burke knew that Kellan’s hand was up her blouse as well.

And then Kellan’s foot was between his thighs. Burke stiffened, almost dropping Hannah off his lap but he recovered quickly and kissed her apologetically. Kellan’s foot remained, though. The dude had removed his shoes and his toes had worked their way inside Burke’s shorts. He wiggled and Burke sighed. Kellan was tickling his cock!

He didn’t know what came over him but he kicked off his own sandal and lifted his foot, feeling around under the table until he found his way between Kellan’s meaty thighs. The big dude opened his legs, inviting him in, and Burke–shaking with arousal and fear–sneaked his toes into the leg of the dude’s shorts. He moaned softly when he realized Kellan was going commando underneath. And the big guy was hard. 

Rock hard. 

Scarcely able to believe what he was doing, Burke slowly folded his toes around the dude’s thick shaft and began moving his foot back and forth, back and forth. He almost came when he heard Kellan moan deeply. Kellan leaned back in his chair, thrusting his cock out of his shorts. Burke felt along the length of it, amazed and fucking turned on. It was really long and really fat! Burke rubbed harder. Soon, Kellan’s toes somehow managed to extract his own dick from his shorts. Fuck, the dude must have prehensile toes because he really knew how to massage a cock!

They toe-jacked each other under the table while making out with their girlfriends. When they came, almost in tandem, it was a herculean feat (feet?) hiding their orgasms from Hannah and Ashley. Burke could feel Kellan’s cum coating his toes and knew that he’d spooged all over the big jock’s foot as well. It was almost dark by then but he could still see Kellan’s eyes locked onto him from across the table. Kellan grinned devilishly and winked.

Burke’s cock twitched and he was hard again. And then Kellan foot was back on him, stroking him to a second climax.

***

“I thought the way you were acting tonight, you’d be ready to throw me down on the bed after they left.” Hannah laughed, patting his now inert crotch. “It’s OK, though. I had fun making out with you. I felt like I was in high school again.” 

Burke gave her a wan smile, feeling guilty. He’d shot four loads under the table and now was completely spent. When Kellan had hugged him goodbye, he’d taken advantage of the darkness, sliding his hands into Burke’s boxers and cupping his bare buttocks in his big hands. The sensation of those hands on his bottom had done things to him that Burke had never imagined. It was like the big jock had awakened something inside him that had been dormant for the past year.

He shoved the feeling back down, forcibly drowning the unholy urge deep inside. He was ashamed of himself. He felt like he’d cheated on Hannah. No, he had cheated on her. Fuck! And with a guy, too!

He was about to confess his transgression when he thought better of it. After Hannah moved in, he’d locked Kellan’s panties in a secret drawer. He was going to do the same thing with this experience: Lock it away and never think about it again. Only by doing that would he ever be free of Kellan and their shared curse.

***

Chapter 4

Kellan became a big fucking deal. Burke watched on television that fall as the Chief’s newest tight end eclipsed even Travis Kelce’s fame. At only twenty years old, Kellan was not only incredibly talented, he was extremely charismatic. He knew how to use social media to his advantage, too. Every video he posted skyrocketed to the top, garnering millions of views and hordes of slavering fans.

Burke would sit on his couch with his arm around Hannah’s shoulders and remember the dude’s toes on his cock. Just the memory was enough to get him hard. Hannah soon learned that he became exceptionally horny during every Kansas City Chief’s game and dressed accordingly, donning a sexy, silk teddy and nestling on his crotch. Their lovemaking was epic.

The only problem was his heart.

It ached in his chest whenever he saw Kellan jog out onto the field in the red Lycra tights that clung to his hulking thighs and drew attention to his bulging crotch. Kellan didn’t wear a cup and the outline of his giant snake was clearly visible on camera, right down to the thick ridge of his circumcised glans.

And when he turned around.

Fuck, when he turned around!

Burke would just about cream himself as he watched Kellan bend over and spread his mountainous thighs. The dude’s huge ass nearly burst out of his tights! His butt cheeks were so heavy and thick! And he seemed to enjoy showing them off, arching his back to the camera. If Burke squinted, he was sure he could almost see the pucker of the dude’s butthole. 

Kellan had put on even more weight and not all of it was muscle. Somehow, though, the more his swelling love handles spilled out of the bottom of his jersey, the hotter he became. Kellan was even hotter as a fat guy, a stocky jock with a gut to match his prowess. Yeah, he had matured into his body, losing every trace of his svelte, boyish figure. He had a man’s body now. 

Burke was going crazy for the guy.

It was completely humiliating.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He’d never been attracted to guys before, never even looked twice at a naked dude. He wasn’t interested. Not in the slightest.

But Kellan Drysen had changed that, turning him into a horny little faggot who drooled uncontrollably at the very sight of the big man.

Much to Hannah’s consternation, he stopped watching the Chiefs and took up watching golf instead. The next day, he threw out the key to the drawer where he kept Kellan’s panties. If he was going to survive without going crazy, he had to get over Kellan Drysen.

***

He did a pretty good job of forgetting about Kellan and Kellan must have forgotten about him, too, because he never saw him again. He knew it was stupid. He chided himself for even hoping the dude would remember him. Kellan was a superstar now. And a millionaire. Let’s not forget that. Yeah, the dude was so far out of Burke’s league it wasn’t even funny. Burke was just a stupid-ass redneck who was ten years older than him. There was no reason for Kellan to search him out again. It had been a weird, one-time thing. Just a one-time thing…

For some reason, though, he’d always remember Kellan on the anniversary of their fateful meeting. September 19th. That day would be forever emblazoned in his memory. It was the day he met his merman, Kellan. Ha! His merman? As if! Everyone knew that mermen didn’t exist and Kellan obviously didn’t care about him anymore.

Five years passed and Burke was still trying to convince himself that he’d imagined the encounter. The full moon rose over the crystalline waters of the lake and Burke found himself sitting out on the deck of the boathouse, sipping beer and thinking about Kellan. 

It was after Labor Day and the lake was once again quiet, the way Burke preferred it. The cottages around him were dark, the air silent. A slight breeze ruffled his scruffy hair. He reached up and ran a hand through it, thinking he should get it cut. His beard was a mess, too. He needed a trim. This was ridiculous!

He turned at a little splash behind him. Thinking it must have been a fish, he went back to sipping his beer but then a man’s voice called out, “Are ya gonna make me wait in here, bro? I’m freezin’!”

Burke jerked upright in his chair. “Kellan?”

“Who the fuck else would be in yer boathouse tonight, bro?”

Burke shook his head, wiping his eyes. He was crying! Shit, what the fuck was wrong with him, crying like a little baby at the sound of Kellan’s voice. Still, he stood and immediately rushed into the boathouse to find the brawny man bobbing in the water next to his boat. He was almost unrecognizable from the teenager of five years ago. Burke stared at his mounded shoulders, bull neck and wide, bearded face. Thick hair carpeted his chest and poured over the top of his shoulders. As thick as it was, though, it still couldn’t conceal his giant traps and bulging deltoids.

“Don’t juss stand there gapin’, bro! Gimme a hand!” Kellan thrust a meaty mitt out of the water, wiggling his giant sausage fingers.

Burke knelt down and, grunting heavily, somehow managed to haul the musclebound ox out of the water. The upper half of Kellan’s body had emerged from the lake when Burke paused. “Wait, don’t tell me you turned into a mermaid again?”

“A mer-man,” Kellan huffed. “And, no, I’m a hundred percent guy right now. See?”

He was right. Just then, Burke succeeded in pulling enough of Kellan’s body out of the water to see his big cock and balls emerge. Even shrunken from the cold, they were still enormous. His jaw fell open before he caught himself and closed it with a snap.

Catching him staring, Kellan bragged, “Ha! I have that effect on men. And women.” He stood up, waggling his giant equipment in Burke’s face, clearly enjoying his scrutiny, and then he reached out and hugged him. Burke melted into those brawny arms and  Kellan smothered him against his furry chest. His heady musk filled Burke’s nose.

“I’ve missed you, bro,” Kellan rumbled in his ear, kissing it. “I always remember our anniversary. I figured I’d surprise you tonight and give my security detail the slip at the same time.” He laughed. “Just didn’t expect the water to be so fuckin’ cold! Wait, are you crying?”

Burke sniffed back his tears, pulling away. “No.”

“Yer a terrible liar.” Kellan reached down and mussed his hair. “God, I’d forgotten how pretty you are!” He sat down heavily on the deck, dangling his giant feet in the water. “C’mere, bro. Sit with me.” He patted the spot next to him.

Burke wiped at his eyes, folding himself down beside the giant ogre. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Kellan’s big, bloated body. The dude had to weigh over three hundred fifty pounds and sported a big, round belly that wasn’t quite as obvious when he was decked out in his football gear. He had so much fur covering his body that it looked like a brown pelt. And his cock and balls…

“You like?” Kellan asked, noting the direction of his gaze. He spread his giant thighs, giving him a better view. “They’re mostly real.”

“Mostly?”

“Haha, bro! I got silicone injected into my ballsac. Can you believe it?” He reached down and cupped the balloon of skin under his big, heavy cock. It was filled to the max, completely round and bigger than a grapefruit. “Coach sez I can’t go any further, though.” Kellan looked abashed. “Sez I got a size fetish.” He glanced over at Burke’s tented shorts, commenting, “Looks like you do, too, bro. You can touch it if you wanna.” He leaned back, jiggling his overfilled ballsac temptingly.

Burke realized he did want to touch it. Very badly. But he wasn’t that far gone yet. No, he still possessed a modicum of self-restraint. “Kellan?” he asked. “What’s going on with us? This isn’t normal.”

“Ha! What is normal, bro? I don’t know anymore.” Kellan edged closer to him until his plump buttock was pressing against Burke’s smaller (but still plenty perky) one. “I don’t need to tell ya I live in a diff’rent world now. There’s a lot I don’t like ‘bout it but plenty I do. An’ one thing I like ‘bout all the fame is there ain’t nobody to stop ya from actin’ out yer desires.” He spread his arms wide. “I can do whatever the fuck I want to myself.” He gestured down to his inflated crotch. “Like this. Haha!” Then he grabbed his big belly in both hands, squeezing it. “And this. Ain’t it sexy?” He dropped his belly and Burke watched it flop heavily down over his lap. It was so big that it nearly covered his more-than-man-sized gonads. Kellan watched him stare, his eyes on fire with excitement. “I wanna get big, bro. Real big. Fuck, I don’t even wanna get big. I have to.” He took his head in his hands, holding it as his high spirits inexplicably faded. When he spoke next, his voice was distorted by urgency. “I gotta get bigger an’ bigger. Bigger! BIGGER!!! That’s what the voice is tellin’ me!” He paused. “When it ain’t yellin’ at me to come back to you. That’s why I’m here. To hell with what people think, I wanna be with you!”

Burke grew concerned at Kellan’s rising agitation. The big guy was panicking, becoming more so by the moment. Quietly, he placed a hand on the young muscle bull’s shoulder and squeezed. It was hard to believe that Kellan was just twenty-three years old. “Kellan, hey, bro?”

Kellan dropped his hands away from his face and gave him an anguished look. “Yeah?”

“This is what I was talkin’ ‘bout when I said we’re cursed. This is what I meant when I said sumthin’ wrong with us.” He cleared his throat. “And right with us, too.” His cheeks colored as his confession came tumbling out of his mouth. “I’ve…fallen…for you. I feel like I’m drowning when I’m around you. I can’t get enough of you. I love that yer bigger, too. Mostly, though, I love you.” His voice choked off and he wrestled with his overwhelming desire for the guy, finally managing to stammer, “B-B-But it’s too much. Look at you! You’re in pain.”

Kellan was panting and Burke noticed that his cock was standing up, pushing up against the fat rolls on his stomach. “It hurts,” the young stud panted, “and it feels so good, bro! Gettin’ big. Bein’ with you. Fuck, it’s all I can think about!”

Burke held up his hand. “I get that. Believe me, I get that. But that voice. You’ve mentioned it before. I think it’s driving you insane and we need to stop it.”

Kellan warred with himself. Burke could almost see the poor guy wrestling with the demon that possessed him. Finally, though, he managed to get the upper hand long enough to gasp, “Help me, Burke. Please help me.”

Burke took a deep breath and stood up. “Wait here.” Before Kellan could stop him, he walked out of the boathouse and into his cabin where he grabbed a hammer and busted the lock on the drawer containing Kellan’s cursed panties. Taking the delicate garment gingerly between his fingers, he returned to Kellan and held it out. “Here,” he said. “I lied. I’ve had it all along. I’m sorry.”

“Y-Y-You did?” Kellan reached out and took the shiny satin from him, running it through his fingers. He looked up at him, demanding, “Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Burke sighed, sitting back down next to him. He took it as a good sign that Kellan didn’t draw away. “‘Cuz I was horny and touching them made me think of you.” He flushed. “They even smell like you. The thought of giving them up was too much.” He turned to face Kellan. “I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you if we put them back.”

Kellan stared back at him, mouth hanging open. His round face was filled with a complex mixture of emotions but gradually one rose to the surface, pushing the rest aside. “I get it,” he said. “I woulda done the same thing, bro, if I was in yer place. I wouldn’t wanna lose the only connection I had to you, neither.” He swallowed. “I’m glad you kept it.”

Burke had to brush tears from his eyes. The love–and lust–he felt for Kellan were almost unbearable. To see it reflected back at him in Kellan’s beautiful, brown eyes was a gift beyond measure. He almost didn’t care that it was a curse. Fuck, if feeling this good was a curse, bring it on!

“We should put it back where you found it.”

Burke couldn’t believe he’d uttered the words until they left his mouth. It almost broke his heart to say them. What if doing so meant that he’d lose Kellan? Now that the big guy was back in his life, he never wanted to be apart from him again. But…was that really how he felt or just the curse that bound them together? There was only one way to find out for sure.

“Ok,” Kellan said, nodding sadly. “But first I wanna put ‘em on again!”

“What?! No!”

But he was too late. Kellan was already standing up and sticking a big foot through the leg hole of the shimmering undergarment. Burke scrambled to his feet, begging him to stop, but Kellan merely laughed and stuffed the other foot through and pulled them up his swollen thighs. Somehow, the tiny piece of fabric stretched and he was able to stuff his oversized equipment into the pouch. Then he winked at Burke and dove into the water…

…emerging a moment later as a teenager again.

Burke gaped. Kellan had transformed back exactly to the way he’d looked the first time they’d met. A handsome jock with shaggy brown hair and broad shoulders that tapered down to a wasp-thin waist, he was truly breathtaking to behold. And when he spoke, his voice had regained all of its prior cockiness.

“What’re you doin’ still standing there?” the boy demanded, undulating his fin to push himself out of the water enough to expose his upper body. “My fish pussy ain’t gonna fuck itself!” He winked slyly, lowering his hand and inserting a finger into the long crease below his navel. He moaned provocatively, eyes rolling back in his head.

Burke was naked and diving in before he knew it. He stroked over to Kellan and gathered him in his arms. Their lips met for the first time and their bodies came together, one human and one part fish. Burke’s cock–hard and throbbing–thrust between those gooey lips and then they were both moaning happily as he fucked the first truly fishy cunt of his life. Kellan’s fingers dug into his back, bruising him, but he didn’t care. He fucked the boy even harder, delighting in the dude’s tight slickness. 

“Stop.” Kellan swished his tailfin and gradually propelled them upward until he and Burke’s torsos emerged from the water. Burke’s penis was buried deep inside the boy’s pussy; he was within a couple thrust of cumming. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were kissing. Kellan lifted his lips away. “Let’s stay like this for as long as we can. I never wanna forget this. Never wanna forget what it’s like to have you inside me.” He lowered his head bashfully. “This is what I wanted you to do to me that first time. The night we met. I was just too chicken to ask.”

“And I would never have done it,” Burke murmured, lowering his hands to grasp the boy’s pert butt and pull him closer. “It was worth the wait. You wore me down finally. Thanks for that.”

“No prob.” Kellan’s lips were back on his and they kissed and fucked, swirling around in a lazy circle. Kellan cried out when Burke finally couldn’t stand it any longer and exploded inside him.

It was the best sex of their lives.

Once they were done, they pulled themselves up onto the deck, grinning mischievously. It felt somehow just wrong to fuck a fish and they both felt naughty. 

“Dude, do you think you can get me pregnant like this?” Kellan asked, rolling over onto his side and propping his head on his elbow. He lifted his sparkling violet tailfin, leaving a wet fan print on the wooden deck. “I can feel yer cum swimmin’ around inside me.”

Burke put his hand over his forehead, alarmed. “Geezus, I hope not! But if you are, will our kid be half-fish, too? God, I can’t even think ‘bout it.”

“Haha! Don’t worry. Once we put the panties back, I’ll never be a fish again. If I don’t have a pussy, there’s no way I can get knocked up, right?”

“I ‘spose.” Somehow the thought of Kellan never having a pussy again made him feel morose.

“You were good, bro.”

Burke looked over to find Kellan studying his naked body. He flushed when the kid’s eyeballs landed in his still erect cock. Unlike Kellan, he wasn’t circumcised. His long foreskin hung off the tip of his dick even when he was fully hard. He might not be super-sized like Kellan but he made up for it in girth. At least that’s what the women all told him.

“Yer cock is nice,” Kellan continued, grinning. “I liked having it slide into my pussy. I could get used to being half fish.”

“Don’t even say it.”

Kellan was silent for a moment. “Dude, you know what?”

“What?” Burke looked over at the boy, blinking when he realized that, now that Kellan was drying off, his body was aging as well as growing fatter and heavier with each passing second. It was unbelievably hot.

Kellan grinned wickedly. “Once my tail’s gone and I’m a man again, I wanna fuck you. You ready to ride my big cock? I’m told it feels real good when my silicone sac slaps against yer taint.”

Burke winced. “Only if you take it easy on me the first time.” His butthole was already whining at the mere suggestion of being fucked by a horsecock like Kellan’s. “That thing could kill me!”

“Ha! Yeah, that would ruin the fun. I promise to go easy on ya. It’ll be my first manhole, too, you know. I ain’t never fucked a dude before.” Kellan lay on his back, his long tail unfurled. He motioned Burke over and, after hesitating only a moment, Burke lay down next to him. Kellan worked his arm under his head and around his shoulders, hugging him in close. “I love you, bro. I always have. From the first time I saw you until now.”

Burke looked over at the boy-man. Kellan’s voice was growing deeper, his beard was thickening and his face was getting rounder. “What about Ashley?”

Kellan’s heavy brow lifted. “What ‘bout Hannah?”

Burke laughed ruefully. “She left me after I started watching golf instead of watching you play football. It ruined our sex life.” He sighed. “It wasn’t until then that I realized the only time I could get hard with her was when I was watching you.”

“Same here, ‘cept yer not on television so the only time I could get hard without drugs was in yer presence.” Kellan laughed, a deep, guttural sound that sent thrills through Burke’s body. He was quivering with excitement at the prospect of having Kellan inside him. It seemed like such a wild dream that it couldn’t possibly happen. “The only time I ever fucked Ashley without Viagra was that night I jerked you off under the table. My pecker hasn’t gotten hard ever since.” He paused, adding slyly, “It sure is now, though.”

Burke lifted his head and looked down at Kellan’s crotch. The enchanted thong was lying discarded on the deck and the jock’s tail and pussy had disappeared. Kellan was all man again. And speaking of all man, his erection was truly immense. Burke goggled at it. He’d never seen a guy that big before. And he’d thought he was hung!

“You ready to ride, bro?”

Burke swallowed nervously. “I think so.”

“Ha! Don’t worry. Juss follow my lead.” Kellan gently urged him onto all fours and pushed his legs apart. Burke shivered when he felt his ass cheeks part and the cool evening air touched his tender pucker. He clenched, making Kellan laugh. “Relax, bro. Relax.” 

When the silence stretched, Burke prompted, “What? Sumthin’ wrong back there?” He felt so stupid with his butt on display.

“No. Sumthin’s right.” Kellan reached out and ran his finger over Burke’s rosebud, causing him to sigh. “It’s yer hole, bro. It’s so pretty. Juss like you!”

“I can’t believe you just compared me to my butthole,” Burke huffed, cheeks reddening.

“You’d agree if you were seeing what I’m seeing right now.” Kellan moistened his finger, tracing along the outline of Burke’s hole. “So effin’ hot!”

He spit into his hand, slicking up his huge pole and moving behind him. Burke whimpered in fear as he felt that huge organ press against his virgin hole. Never in his life had he imagined he’d get fucked. It left him feeling vulnerable and unprepared.

“I haven’t, um, you know…”

“Douched?” Kellan guessed.

“Yeah, that. What if I’m–”

“Dirty?”

Burke hung his head and Kellan laughed, “I like you dirty, bro. The dirtier the better.”

With that, he leaned forward and Kellan braced as the dude’s blunt cockhead worked its way through his clenched sphincter. Kellan took him by the hips and pulled him backwards, easing him onto his cock. Burke moaned, shuddering. It hurt! It really hurt!

And then it didn’t.

Or rather, the pleasure of having Kellan enter him through his most private and vulnerable place outweighed the pain of his sphincter giving way. Kellan sighed deeply, easing him back, back, back as he entered him inch by inch by inch. Burke took deep breaths, exhaling with wonder and relief when he felt his fuzzy bum press against Kellan’s kinky pubes. Kellan was fully inside! They rested then, Kellan’s cock throbbing hard and happy inside him and Burke seeing stars. It was unlike any other experience in his life and he lacked the words to describe the feeling. Union. Closeness. Joining. Bonding. Merging. None of these words could quite capture it.

Kellan wrapped his arms around his stomach and pulled him against his great, furry body. Burke cried out in happiness, tears filling his eyes. He’d never felt so safe, so protected, so loved or so close to another person. Being with Kellan was everything to him. Everything.

“You hear it, bro?”

“What?” Burke’s voice was barely a whisper. He didn’t ever want Kellan to let go of him. He didn’t ever want Kellan to pull out. He just wanted to stay like this forever.

“The song, bro.”

Burke’s ear strained and then he gasped. “I do! I hear it! What is it?”

Kellan chuckled, kissing the back of his neck. “I dunno but it’s for us. Our own song, bro. Just you an’ me.”

Burke allowed Kellan to rock him back until he was straddling the big man’s lap. Kellan’s hands were on his slim hips and he was moving him up and down, up and down. Burke sighed, weeping with ecstasy as Kellan’s big cock broke him open and left him weak and helpless. All through it, the song drifted lazily around them, calling them onward, ever onward. Never stopping. Never ceasing.

***

The next morning, he awoke nestled up against Kellan’s pleasing bulk. The big dude was awake and watching him with an expression of awe on his somewhat bovine face. “Yer so beautiful, bro. I can’t believe yer finally mine.”

“I’m yours.” Burke smiled sleepily at his hulking lover, loving everything about him.

“You ready for the publicity? The cameras? The crowds of adoring fans? Yer life’s never gonna be the same once you come out with me, bro.” Kellan leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “It’s gonna suck.”

Burke swallowed. “You mean you–?”

A nod. “Yeah, I do. An’ I hope you do, too.” Kellan was just so studly when he smiled. “I’m tired of hidin’, bro. I want the whole world to know yer my man.”

“Me, too.” He wondered at the words as soon as he said them but then realized he meant it. He had to be with Kellan, no matter the price.

Kellan’s whoop of delight echoed across the lake as he gathered Burke in his arms and kissed him. One thing led to another and, well, soon Burke was riding Kellan’s big, thick cock again. This time, though, he was an old pro. Kellan had broken him in the night before and now Burke would forever be wide open for him.

When they were done, Burke winced and got up to make breakfast, rubbing his sore butt and worrying that he might be permanently broken down there. Kellan came up behind him and tickled his gaping butthole, making him squirm. “Don’t worry, bro. Yer fine. I made sure of it.”

“God, I hope so.” Burke turned and buried his face in Kellan’s hairy chest. “It’s weird. I feel like such a faggot.” He lifted his chin and fixed his lover with his blue eyes. “Do you think less of me now?”

“Bro, even if you like to fuck a fishy pussy now and again, you always were a faggot.” Kellan lowered his head and kissed him. “I just made you my faggot. Now stop worryin’ and make me some breakfast! I didn’t get this fat by not eating!”

***

After breakfast, they fucked again.

And again.

And again.

Finally, in the late afternoon, Burke suggested they take the panties back to the little sandbar where Kellan had stolen them five years ago. For some reason, though, Kellan resisted. “You know what, bro. I’ve changed my mind,” he said. “I wanna keep ‘em. They’re fun. I mean, it’s fun turning into a fish and having you fuck my pussy.”

“I can’t deny that.” Burke smiled at the memory, his cock stiffening in his shorts. “But what if you keep getting bigger?”

“And that’s a problem how?” Kellan laughed, rubbing his big belly. “Dontcha like me big in every way? I can get even bigger, you know. I’m not done yet.”

By this point, Burke was sporting a raging hardon that poked out noticeably from his shorts. Glancing down at it, he said, “You got a point…and so do I. Let’s keep ‘em!”

***

Because Kansas City lacked a lake like the one where Burke lived, Kellan signed a contract with the Philadelphia Eagles and purchased a tiny cabin on a secluded lake. It was a ways outside of the city but that was fine with Kellan. He owned a helicopter and built a landing pad on a corner of their property.

In the spring, Kellan erected a colonial nestbox for the purple martins and donned his purple thong. Diving into the lake, he became a mermaid again, enticing Burke to penetrate his eager pussy. They mated in the lake and the martins burbled overhead, singing their song. It matched the one that Kellan and Burke heard when they were together. It was their own, private siren’s song.

***