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Themes: Butt growth, pussification, straight-to-gay, humiliation, nonconsensual, male-to-female, big butt, feminization

Coburn Fowlkes woke up with a start and looked around, realizing he was alone in the hot tub. There was no sign of Keene, something that made him grateful. That was the fuckin’ weirdest thing ever! he thought, suppressing a shudder as he remembered the bizarre interaction with his former friend. He couldn’t get that image of that…thing…out of his head. He rubbed his temples, creeped out.

When he sloshed out of the hot tub, he had to grab hold of the edge to steady himself. After so long in the hot water, he felt overheated and kind of woozy, almost like he was drunk. His vision was affected, too; things looked shimmery and indistinct, almost like he was floating above his body. He kicked himself for allowing himself to fall asleep in the tub. It was dangerous! 

Nothing a long, cool shower can’t fix, though, he thought, as he unsteadily made his way into the locker room and headed for the showers. Still feeling out of it, he closed his eyes as he stood under the spray, letting it rain down upon his big, brawny, muscular body. Ah, that feels so good!

After he felt sufficiently cooled off, he wandered lazily into the locker room. It was mostly dark and almost empty, save for his teammate, Tez Lopez, a wide receiver on the football team. Tez glanced up at him and then did a double take before hurrying over to Antonio Vargas, a linebacker and one of Coburn’s closest friends. Tez gestured wildly, speaking in a low voice, and Vargas looked over at Coburn, eyes widening. He recovered quickly, though, and placed a steady hand on Tez’s shoulder, whispering something indistinct, before sauntering over Coburn’s locker.

Vargas sat down at the bench next to him and Coburn laughed, “Somethin’ wrong, bro?” He dried his hair, sticking his finger in his ear and twisting it, before draping the towel over his shoulders. He was naked like always. That was the thing about locker rooms; they were a place where a guy could be a guy around other guys. Totally cool. When Vargas remained silent, he prompted, “Well?”

Vargas shook his head, “You saw Keene.” It was a statement, not a question.

Coburn chuckled, “Yeah. Totally freaked me out, dude! I mean, WTF?” He shuddered theatrically, “But whatever, man. As long as he’s happy.”

Vargas continued looking at him for a long time as if choosing his next words carefully. Finally, he stood and, cinching his towel around his thick, muscular waist, asked, “Feel like a sauna? I turned it on a bit ago. Should be nice and warm by now.”

Coburn thought about it. He was still a little off from falling asleep in the hot tub. His body felt heavy and his mind was swimming but he realized this was probably more due to the shock of Keene’s revelation than anything else. He glanced over at the sauna’s glass door and, seeing it was empty, shrugged, “Yeah, sounds good.” He tied his towel around his own thick waist, struggling a little–he must have grabbed a small towel out of the bin because it was harder than usual to cinch–and waited for Vargas to lead the way.

Clapping him on the shoulder, Vargas drawled, “Ex-cel-lent,” and strolled into the sauna with Coburn following along behind him.

***

Coburn sat on the upper bench and Vargas took the lower one. The room was spacious and just the right temperature. Hot enough to sting his skin but not so uncomfortable that he had to worry about overheating right away. He felt himself waking up again; he felt good.

They sat in silence for a while before Vargas asked, “How’d you find out? ‘Bout Keene, that is.”

Coburn sighed, leaning back against the hot cedar wood, “He texted me out of the blue. Asked me to come down here and meet him.”

“In the hot tub?” Vargas said it like there was something wrong with it.

Coburn’s eyebrows lifted. “Yeah, why? I mean, he’s an athlete and I’m an athlete. That’s who the hot tubs are for! I sit in the hot tub all the time after practice or after the game.”

Vargas lay back and, for some reason, Coburn noticed his towel loosened around his waist. As it pulled away, it revealed his bare hip and little thigh. His burnished honey-brown skin was lighter in the places revealed. Tan lines? Coburn looked away, not sure why he’d been staring. 

Unaware of his scrutiny, Vargas reached down to scratch his balls thoughtfully, “It’s real weird what happened to him, ain’t it?” He shuddered, “I can’t imagine what’d it be like to–” His voice trailed off leaving the sentence hanging in the warm air between them.

“Ikr? Totally freaky,” Coburn mused, the sight of Keene forever burned into his mind’s eye. “So fuckin’ weird!”

Vargas gave him a funny look before nodding, “Yeah, no kidding.”

“How do you know him anyways?” Vargas queried, gazing up at him thoughtfully. “He yer friend?”

“Pffft, he used to be!” Coburn made a dismissive gesture. “We went to elementary school and were best bros for a while. But in middle school, his ol’ man–who was always a bit of a sheister–got super rich off of crypto and suddenly Keene was too good for me. That’s when he started going to private school and took up tennis. We lost touch the last couple years of high school once he started hangin’ out with his rich friends. And then his tennis career took off.” He sighed, “He always thought football was dumb an’ that I was dumb for playin’ it.”

“Heresy!” Vargas laughed. “Football’s for men an’ tennis is for sissies!” He nudged Coburn’s leg with his shoulder as he said it, looking up at him and grinning.

Coburn found himself grinning back, “Don’t you know it! Ha! Tennis! I mean, WTF?! Who the fuck plays tennis?!”

“Douchebags like Keene, dat’s who.” Vargas’ towel slid open the rest of the way and then he was sitting there completely naked, his beefy legs spread wide on the bench right below Coburn. 

Coburn cleared his throat. He saw Vargas naked all the time in the locker room and they’d been in the stream room together like this many times. There was nothing unusual about his manspreading. This time, though–maybe because they were alone together?–Coburn shifted, trying to get comfortable on the cushion. As much as he tried not to look, his eyes kept wandering over to Vargas’ naked body.

“So, how’d it happen?” Vargas asked after a while. “I mean, did he tell you?”

Coburn didn’t reply right away because was too busy watching Vargas scratch his balls. His buddy left his big hand lying on his thigh, touching his left nut. His testicles, Coburn realized, were quite large and heavy, sagging in the dude’s shaved nutsac. 

Like the other Latino guys on the team, Vargas shaved everything, including his pubic hair. On a white guy it would look ridiculous but Vargas wasn’t white–his cock and balls were even darker than the rest of him–and he was also hung..really hung. Somehow, that made his shaved pubes look manly. His penis, even flaccid, was extremely thick and very long. Moreover, he was uncut; his long foreskin drooped off the bulbous tip of his cock, adding to the impressiveness of his girthy fuckstick.

“Yo?” 

Vargas was looking at him questioningly and Coburn realized he’d been caught staring. His cheeks colored under his thick, blond beard. Shaking himself, he said, “You mean, why’d he do it? I don’t know. He didn’t tell me. It sounded like he’s regretting the decision, though.”

“You think he did it to himself on purpose, bro?” Vargas’ eyebrow arched. “Really? Dontcha think it was done to him?”

Coburn’s eyes widened. He’d never thought about that! “Is that even possible?” he asked, trying hard to keep his eyes away from Vargas’ big dick. “But how–?!”

Vargas gaped at him in disbelief. “Do I really need to tell you?” His gaze dropped downward before flicking back to Coburn’s face. “Really? You honestly don’t know? Haven’t you been watchin’ the news, bro? Or social media?” He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s all over the place!”

Coburn shook his head, embarrassed. “I never watch the news, bro. It’s all bad anyways. And, no, I haven’t seen anything on social media. What’re ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

Vargas was still looking at him with incredulity. Finally, he opened his mouth and said one word, “X-Form.”

“Huh?”

“X-Form, dude. The X stands for trans,” Vargas replied, rolling his eyes at Coburn’s ignorance. “As in transgender. X-Form is a drug developed in Japan a few years ago for the trans community. Don’t you know nuthin’?”

“I guess not, bro!” Coburn snapped. “Tell me! What’s it got to do with Keene?”

Vargas stared at him, searching his face before flicking downward, “Yer serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious!  Why do ya think I’m askin’ you?”

His big friend sighed heavily, “Somebody musta used X-Form on Keene. X-Form…uh, turns a dude’s man parts into…uh…” He let his voice trail off without finishing the sentence. He didn’t need to, though; Coburn had already figured out what he meant. Suddenly, Keene’s awful transformation made more sense. As did his attitude; he’d been really pissy with Coburn the whole time. A real cunt. Which made sense since he now had a…

“It can really do that?” Coburn breathed, skin crawling. “There’s a drug that’ll–?” When Vargas nodded, he shivered with revulsion. “Really?”

Vargas was scratching his balls thoughtfully again. He seemed both bemused and confused by Coburn’s question. Finally, he shrugged, “‘Fraid so, bro. The company that developed it originally marketed it for all the right reasons. It made the transition to a different gender easy and painless and fast. No more surgery followed by months of recovery.” He paused, tongue resting on his front teeth, “But it wasn’t long before it was abused. Some fuckwad got the bright idea of using it on guys without them realizing it. That’s how they got Hegseth. And Rubio.” He shivered. “They even managed to get Musk.”

Coburn leaned forward, horrified, “What?! Really?!” 

Vargas nodded, “Yeah. Why you think the whole fuckin’ Republican Party is so obsessed with trans people when they only make up a tiny fraction of the population?” When Coburn had no answer, he continued, “It’s ‘cuz they’re bein’ targeted. There’s a small group of radical activists out there goin’ after the top brass of the party. Makes ‘em go crazy! Well, crazier than they was already, that is..”

Coburn lay back, folding his brawny arms behind his head, “I had no idea they were…” His eyes widened. “What ‘bout Trump?”

Vargas’ eyes narrowed, “The big orange turd was one of the first, bro. Why d’you think he’s so fuckin’ angry an’ fragile? The asswipe never had much down there to begin with an’ now all he’s got is a big, gapin’–”

“He’s been,” Coburn interrupted, “you mean, they’ve been…they’re really all–?”

“Pussified?” Vargas finished for him, laughing. “Well, we already knew they were a bunch of pussies even before X-Form. Now they just match their true nature.” He raised his hand, apologizing, “Sorry, bro! No offense. That came out wrong. I didn’t mean to be transphobic.”

“S’Ok, I don’t care.” 

Vargas looked up at him, “Really? That’s good to hear. I just thought you might…ahhh, never mind.”

“What?” Coburn pressed. “What’d you think?”

But Vargas refused to answer. Instead, he continued, “The perpetrators have gotten real clever ‘bout hittin’ their victims. Lately, the targets have expanded beyond douchebag politicians to douchebags in general. I’m guessin’ that’s why Keene was targeted. Prolly pissed off the wrong people an’ they went after him. Poor guy!”

Coburn was silent, pondering this unpleasant information. Finally, he asked, “How’d they do it to him anyways? Is it easy?”

“Too easy, if you ask me,” Vargas replied, looking at Coburn and away again, “A guy really can’t be too careful these days…but you already know that.” He smiled apologetically, “The drug is real potent. It just needs to be in contact with yer gonads for an hour or so and–Poof!–they’re gone.” He shuddered theatrically before catching himself and apologizing again, “Sorry, bro!”

“It’s fine, really. It’s Keene I’m worried about.” Coburn paused, lost in thought. “Is there a way to, you know, undo it? Can he, uh, turn back into a guy again?”

“He’s still a guy, dude,” Vargas corrected, “juss with diff’rent parts below the navel.” He shrugged, “And, nope. Ain’t no way to reverse it. I don’t know much ‘bout it but I heard a doc talkin’ one time on Instagram and he said sumthin’ bout it’s easier ‘to turn a pole into a hole than a hole into a pole.’ Whatever that means. The company that made X-Form is still workin’ on that.” He smiled up at Coburn, “So there’s still hope, bro.”

Coburn’s head was reeling and it wasn’t from the heat. His strained and bizarre interaction with Keene suddenly made a lot more sense. He was starting to thank his friend for filling him in when Vargas stood up and asked, “Mind if I stretch, bro?”

Coburn’s tongue felt thick in his mouth as he answered, “Yeah, sure. Go for it, dude.”

Vargas looked over his shoulder and grinned. Getting up from the bench, he leaned forward and stretched his hamstring, holding his leg behind him. His big male appendage drooped out before him, long and ridiculously girthy. Coburn couldn’t believe a dude could have a dick that big but then remembered Vargas was of Brazilian descent. He’d heard Brazilian dudes were super hung. And Vargas definitely fit that description! It was mesmerizing.

And those tan lines!

He hadn’t imagined it. Vargas really did have stark tan lines betraying the fact he’d been out in the sun or on a tanning bed wearing nothing but the skimpiest Speedo. Not even a Speedo. More like a thong! Coburn couldn’t stop staring. It was unexpected!

“So, you an’ Keene?” Vargas asked, hopping around before regaining his balance. If he noticed Coburn staring at his big, floppy cock, he didn’t show it. “You go out? I mean, did ya date him?”

“What?!” Coburn sputtered. “No! I ain’t gay!”

Vargas regarded him skeptically for a moment before saying, “Too bad.” His eyes were really pretty, Coburn realized then. A mixture of emerald, wheat-gold and amber.

He looked away from Vargas’ searching gaze and shifted around on the cushion, still trying to get comfortable. It always felt like he was just about to roll off the bench. Slowly, his face colored and he cleared his throat, admitting, “We, uh, mighta…um, sucked each other’s cocks a couple times.” He held up his hands, explaining, “We was drunk, though! And both of us were real horny! Once we had girlfriends, we stopped.”

“Too bad.”

“What?” Coburn looked up and saw that Vargas was now stretching the other leg. His cock looked even larger than a moment ago but it was probably just his imagination.

“You heard me, bro.” Vargas laughed, “Ain’t nuthin’ wrong with suckin’ cock from time to time.”

Coburn couldn’t believe his ears. “So, you’re sayin’ that you–?”

“Me, no?” Vargas chuckled. “I’m a pussy man myself. Never could get into sucking cock.” When Coburn hung his head, he added, “But that don’t mean I ain’t queer, bro.” He gestured down to his stark tan lines, “How many straight guys do you know with thong tan lines?”

He was giving Coburn permission to look at his naked body. Not needing to be asked twice, Coburn’s eyes slid down Vargas’ big, wide, muscular torso, lingering on those really obvious tan lines. His lips twitched, “Yeah, that’s sumthin’, alright. I wouldn’t have the balls to strut around naked in the locker room lookin’ like that.”

Vargas gave him a funny look before laughing, shaking his big booty and glancing behind him to watch it jiggle. The tan lines really drew attention to his big, voluptuous ass. “I’m Brazilian, bro!” he joked. “Gotta live up to the stereotype. You should see me in my Carnival costume.” He shook his ass again, rotating his hips in a very provocative manner. Coburn stared and stared.

He couldn’t believe he’d just admitted to sucking Keene’s cock (back when his friend still had one.) Or that Vargas had just told him he was queer, too. He and Vargas were close but they never talked about anything personal. This was the most intimate conversation they’d ever had and he both liked it and found it unsettling. He had never told another soul about being a cocksucker. It was a part of his adolescence he’d tried hard to forget. Telling Vargas and receiving a positive reaction to his long-held secret felt…good?

“I ain’t straight, bro,” Vargas stated. “Have ya ever seen me with a woman?”

“Uh, no. Now that you mention it…” He was rolling around on the cushion vigorously by this point, so overcome with confusing emotions and urges. Being with Keene had reawakened something long dormant inside him but he’d been able to keep it at arm’s length. Admitting he was a cocksucker and being so close to Vargas’ beautiful naked body, however, made it impossible for him to deny his true feelings.

Vargas seemed to sense his inner turmoil and climbed back up on the bench. This time, he sat next to Coburn, so close they were touching. When Coburn didn’t pull away, Vargas slung his arm over his shoulders and pulled him against his chest. “Ain’t nobody around, bro,” he whispered. “We’re all alone.”

Coburn didn’t know what came over him. He lifted his lips and kissed Vargas! Vargas’ eyes grew round for a moment before he returned the kiss. His lips were full and luscious but also very gentle. He gazed into Coburn’s eyes, smiling, “You taste good, bro.”

“Just hold me.”

Coburn didn’t know why he felt so distraught. Maybe it was his first gay kiss? Or maybe it was from learning the sinister nature of Keene’s transformation? Whatever it was, he’d felt unmoored ever since waking up in the hot tub. Being with Vargas, being held by Vargas and especially being kissed by Vargas somehow made it all feel better. With Vargas’ calm, easy, confidence…well, Coburn felt like he could handle anything.

Vargas’ arm was draped around his neck and he kissed Coburn’s ear. The steam curled around them. The air was humid and thick but not unpleasant. And it was quiet, very quiet, but it was an easy kind of silence. There was no strain, no embarrassment, nothing to be ashamed of here. It was like he and Vargas had always been meant to be together in this way. The steady thud-thud-thud of Vargas’ big heart was in his ears. When he looked over at his friend, he was grinning from ear to ear. This made him smile as well.

“You can touch me, bro. Ain’t nuthin’ off limits. Touch me anywhere you wanna.”

Coburn lifted his chin and searched Vargas’ handsome face, trying to suss out if he was just teasing him. There was nothing but affection and trust in those soft, gentle eyes, though. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his hand and took Vargas’ cock in his fingers. Vargas moaned and arched his back, his penis springing to attention. In seconds, it was hard and throbbing in Coburn’s grip. Far bigger than any human penis should ever be, it made his own eight-incher seem pathetically small in comparison.

He couldn’t get enough of Vargas’ foreskin. Without one of his own, he had no idea what they felt like and was surprised by how stretchy and moist that long, tapering skin was. There was nothing like it on his own body and he felt a sudden ache of regret, wishing his parents hadn’t had his foreskin removed when he was an infant. 

He worked a finger inside the sleeve of Vargas’s ‘skin, reaching up and tickling his glans. Vargas immediately grabbed his hand, though, warning, “Careful! Us uncut bros ain’t like you. If you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna cum right here and now! My cockhead’s real sensitive.”

Coburn winced apologetically and carefully pulled back on that delicious, dark ebony foreskin. It retreated  inch by inch until Vargas’ surprisingly pink glans was revealed. He gasped, looking up at Vargas in wonder. Vargas chuckled, “Yeah, not all of my body’s brown, bro. I’m pink like you in some places, too.”

He played with Vargas’ cock for a long time, edging him closer and closer to orgasm. It was truly marvelous being able to touch his buddy in this way without fear of rejection or reprisal. He had to keep pinching himself to believe this was really happening. He’d never given himself permission to explore another man’s body. When he and Keene had sucked each other’s cocks, it had been a hasty, furtive sort of thing and not really satisfying because they were both so anxious. They knew what they were doing was wrong. Speed made it easier to deny afterwards.

Now, though, Vargas lay there, open and ready, completely unconcerned about being caught or found out. His attitude was contagious and made Coburn bold. When he’d worked him to the verge of cumming, he asked, “Can you, um, get down on the floor? Maybe on yer hands and knees?”

“Whaddaya got in mind, bro?” Vargas queried, lips curving. But he was already complying. He unslung his arm from around Coburn’s neck and climbed down obediently onto the floor. On all fours, he looked up at him questioningly, “Like this, bro?”

Coburn’s cheeks were flaming by this point. He couldn’t believe Vargas had obeyed! This was one of his wildest fantasies, one he’d never even fully admitted to himself. His tongue got stuck in his throat and he had to work hard to dislodge it as he stammered, “Y-Y-Yeah, but can ya, you know, maybe…uh, spread yer legs a little wider?”

He watched in stunned disbelief as his bro’s big buttocks relaxed. Vargas was doing it! Coburn sat up adroitly, soaking in the view. Vargas looked back at him over his beefy shoulder, grinning widely. “You wanna see my hole, bro? Is that what ya want?” Coburn couldn’t even speak. When only a low, guttural moan escaped his lips, Vargas laughed and shook his booty at him, causing those massive cheeks to sway.

And then he moved his knees apart and pushed backwards. His giant ass cheeks flared and then Coburn was staring at his big, muscular bro’s shaved hole. Like his cockhead, Vargas’ hole was pink. The only two places on his entire body where this was the case. Coburn’s mouth was hanging open and he was drooling.

“Well, don’t juss sit there, bro!” Vargas encouraged, flaring his ridiculously swollen buttocks at him. “Get down here and lick my hole! What’re ya waitin’ for?”

In a flash, Coburn had rocked off the bench cushion and was behind Vargas. He only questioned what he was doing briefly–once he did this, he was fully committed to being a fag! And then he pushed his nose into that deep, sweaty cleft and opened his mouth to tongue his bro’s asshole. Fuck, he tasted so good! Rich, fragrant, manly…musky. Vargas moaned loudly when his tongue slathered his hole with saliva, lapping and probing at the same time. Lying down with his face resting on the rubber floor mat, Vargas reached back and pulled apart his ass cheeks, giving Coburn full access.

Coburn devoured his first man-ass with gusto, slurping loudly while Vargas writhed under his onslaught, his deep moans echoing through the moist air. At some point, Coburn reached around and took his big cock in hand and started stroking him. He was intent on bringing him to a climax but Vargas stopped him with a gentle hand on his wrist.

“Easy, bro. Lemme repay the favor.” Vargas sat up on his haunches, urging, “Go on. Turn around and lean forward. I wanna taste you, too, bro.”

Coburn felt suddenly exposed even though his towel was still wrapped precariously around his middle. He relented, though, when Vargas eased him onto his hands and knees and gently urged him to pry his thighs apart. Coburn quailed when he looked back and found Vargas’ staring dazedly at his spread cheeks.

“Sorry, bro!” he gasped, keenly aware of the difference between his body and Vargas’. In comparison to Vargas’ manscaped glory, he felt ugly and unkempt. “I’m too hairy! I’ll shave my ass if ya want!”

“The fuck you will!” Vargas replied vehemently. “Don’t you change nuthin’, bro! I love yer hairy cunt!”

Coburn flushed at hearing his hole being referred to in such a crude way but quickly decided he liked it. Yeah, he loved it when Vargas talked dirty, especially when referring to him! He pushed backwards and then felt a jolt of transgressive delight when Vargas’ thick tongue licked his most intimate part.

Vargas really knew how to tongue a hole!

Coburn got lost in a tidal wave of delirious pleasure–Nobody had ever licked his asshole before!–and gave in completely to the ever-building, ever more intense ecstasy of Vargas’ tongue. At some point, Vargas flipped him over onto his back and, pulling apart his thighs, lowered his head down to–

“Huh? What–?!”

Vargas lifted his head and peered at him over the folds of his towel. “Juss relax, bro. I know what I’m doin’!”

Coburn lifted his head off the mat and met his bro’s dancing gaze, “It’s not that. It’s–”

“Shhhh, bro, juss lie back an’ enjoy the ride!” Vargas soothed. “Let yer big bro’s tongue do all the work. Juss relax…”

Coburn wanted to but he was also confused by the alien sensation of Vargas’ tongue on his dick. It wasn’t at all like when Keene used to go down on him when they were teenagers. He vividly remembered the sensation of Keene’s mouth closing around his achingly hard shaft. Now, though, it felt like something critical was…missing? Yeah, when Vargas’ tongue lapped his cock, it felt all wrong. And, even though he could feel himself swelling and growing hot down there, it was a different kind of arousal than he was used to. Before now, he’d been so focused on Vargas and the illicit nature of their activities that he hadn’t paid much attention to his own dick. What the fuck was going on?

He tried to sit up on his elbows but Vargas pushed him back down, murmuring,“Shhh, bro, shhh.” Coburn lay his head on the mat and stared up in frustration at the ceiling. Vargas chuckled, insisting, “I got this! This is what I do better than anything, bro! Better even than bustin’ through the defensive line on the football field! Juss wait an’ see!”

He parted Coburn’s thighs again–he’d been trying to close them–and Coburn reluctantly complied. After a moment, he gasped at the velvet seduction of Vargas’s tongue caressing him down there. What was he doing? Coburn had never experienced anything like this! 

Electric pleasure washed over him, radiating like heatwaves from his groin. Vargas buried his face into him and Coburn was glad his buddy shaved because otherwise the sensation of his chin digging into him would have been uncomfortable. His tongue, lips and chin were all completely smooth, soft and tactile, though. Coburn surrendered to the delirium, letting his bro go down on him.

Just when he felt like he couldn’t stand it any longer, Vargas was looming over him, his hands pinned on either side of his head. Staring meaningfully into his eyes, he promised, “I’m goin’ in, bro. It’s gonna hurt at first but I’ll be gentle. I know how to do this. I’m a pro, remember?”

Coburn nodded and arched his back, widening his thighs and lifting his butt upward to give Vargas easier access to his butthole. Vargas spit into his hand and slathered up his dick, grinning down at him. Coburn’s breath caught in his chest. Vargas had never been more handsome…or this sweaty! Droplets of his perspiration rained down on him, splashing everywhere on his naked body. Vargas pulled aside Coburn’s towel, leaving him completely naked, and then aimed his big dick–

–at a place where he shouldn’t have been able to.

Coburn’s eyes widened with alarm.

Vargas wasn’t fucking his asshole. Instead, he was gently yet persistently working his giant tool into a soft, moist spot several inches below his navel. It was right where his dick should have been…

“Eyes up here, bro.” Vargas’ voice was so authoritative! Coburn didn’t dare disobey him. “This is what yer made for.” He urged him to wrap his legs around his waist. Coburn cried out as Vargas thrust down deeply. With that one, sharp thrust, something tore and he whimpered in pain. “Easy, bro,” Vargas grunted. “That’s juss yer hymen. There’s gonna be some blood but it ain’t nuthin’ to worry ‘bout.” He grinned. “I juss took yer virginity. Ain’t ya happy?”

Hymen? Virginity? Coburn wondered but Vargas’ assault was too overwhelming, his thrusts too deep, the pleasure too incendiary for him to string a coherent thought together. Eventually, he gave up trying and simply savored the sensation of Vargas’ throbbing cock buried deeply inside him where no penis should ever be able to reach. Vargas stared down into his eyes, raining sweat as he grunted and pumped. 

The pride and wonder etched across his handsome face was so beautiful! Seeing it made Coburn feel beautiful as well. He’d never guessed it could be wonderful to have a man’s cock inside him. He quickly realized it was the most wonderful sensation in the world and never wanted it to end.

Vargas was drenched in sweat but didn’t stop. Finally, he said, “This is takin’ longer ‘cuz you were circumcised before yer transition. X-Form can’t regrow what was removed when you were a baby. Yer juss not as sensitive as an intact t-boy but don’t worry! It don’t mean yer broken, juss that we gotta work a little harder.”

Coburn furrowed his brow, crying out in surprise when Vargas drilled him even harder. 

“Finger-fuck me, bro!” Vargas gasped, plunging deeper. “C’mon! Do it! I love a finger inside me when I’m fuckin’ a cunt!”

Coburn hesitantly reached up and cupped Vargas’ huge ass cheeks. His bro arched his back and flared his buttocks, urging his fingers inward. Coburn’s fingertip scored his buried pucker and Vargas moaned. That pucker opened and then Coburn was inside! Vargas clamped down on him. He was hot and wet inside. Coburn pushed in deeper. When he finally caressed his buddy’s prostate, both of them moaned loudly. It was transcendent!

“Ah, fuck! FUCK!” Vargas hollered, hips bucking wildly. “YER PUSSY, BRO! YOU GOT THE BEST PUSSY!!! OH, FUCK! I’m SO close!!! I’M GONNA BLOW!!!”

Coburn had no idea what Vargas was talking about. It was like his bro was speaking a foreign language and he struggled to understand the meaning of his strange and unsettling words. But just a white hot fountain of desire bloomed between his legs and his body reverberated with the most bizarre and delightful orgasm ever. It came in ever-increasing waves, building and building until he was going crazy. His fingers dug into Vargas’ buttocks as he pulled his lover down onto him. Vargas let out a low bellow, lifting his head and straining, and then abruptly exploded inside him. Coburn felt his copious semen jetting inside him.

They rocked together for a long time, Vargas softening as Coburn’s fire slowly quenched. Finally, Vargas lay down on top of him and wrapped him in his arms. His flaccid cock was still lodged inside him, though, in that alien, moist and fragrant crevice that had somehow opened up down there.

“You were great, bro,” Vargas praised. “So tight! You make a super hot transman.”

“Trans…man?”

Vargas laughed, reaching down to clap him hard on his buttocks. “Yeah, bro. Yer trans now. With a huge, soft booty and a big, gaping cunt between yer legs.” He shook his head, “You never shoulda gotten into that hot tub with Keene, man. He fucked you over good. But there ain’t no goin’ back now.” He grinned broadly, “Plus, look on the bright side: You got me now.”

Coburn’s body turned to ice at these words even as his heart warmed at the prospect of being with Vargas. He lowered his hands and covered Vargas’s hands with his own. Vargas moved his hands away and Coburn gave a jolt of surprise when he touched the giant, soft pillows of flesh where his formerly blocky, tight jock-butt had been. His ass was huge! It was obscene! It was…

…just like Keene’s.

***

Earlier that evening…

Coburn found his former friend, Keene, lounging in the hot tub off the locker room. “C’mon in, bro! The water’s fine!” he called out, waving to him across the room. The hot tub’s jets were set on high and the water was frothing and sudsy.

Coburn smiled and padded over, sitting down on a little bench and pulling off his t-shirt and shorts. When he was done to just his boxers, he hesitated briefly.

Keene rolled his eyes. “What? Don’t tell me yer shy ‘bout lettin’ me see yer lil’ pee-pee! Pffft! C’mon, bro! Take ‘em off and hop in!”

Coburn gave him a dirty look before shucking his underwear. Standing there naked, he did feel a little self-conscious but it wasn’t because he had a small dick. Quite the opposite! He’d grown a lot since the last time Keene had seen him naked and he had a real man’s body now; he was well hung by any standards with a sizable, circumcised dick and a hefty pair of low-hangers. His stocky body was covered liberally with a thick coat of blond fur, growing into a dense forest around his pubes.

Back when they were kids, he’d thought nothing about shucking his clothes in front of Keene but, for some reason, now it was awkward. Keene didn’t make it any easier on him; the dude’s eyes were aimed right at his crotch. As Coburn watched, he clenched his jaw and looked away. Uncertain what that reaction was about, Coburn hopped into the tub, glad to finally conceal his nudity underwater.

He hadn’t seen Keene in several years. The last he knew, the dude had been on the up and up, a hotshot tennis star who moved to Europe to train with a renowned coach in Spain. Even though they had been good friends, Coburn felt like that was in the past. He was on his own path, playing on the university football team and immersed in his studies. He’d found a group of friends to hang out with and had recently begun dating one of his classmates, Chrissy.

And then, out of the blue, he’d gotten a text from Keene. He said he wanted to see Coburn again, that he’d moved back to the U.S. and had enrolled in the same university. >>Meet me in the locker room, bro<< the message read >>we got a lot of catching up to do<< It had both surprised and intrigued him. Hearing from him made him feel nostalgic for their friendship. He and Keene had once shared a lot and he missed him.

Keene Kinsley was good looking. Even Coburn had to admit that. He was tall and lean but had more than enough muscle to go around. His eyes were blue and his hair was the color of burnished gold. His chin was square and his face angular. He was smart, too. The last Coburn had heard, his buddy was well on his way to stardom. Until a few months ago, Keene was all anyone was talking about when he turned on ESPN…which he didn’t do much these days. The truth was he was a bit jealous of Keene’s success.

“Well?”

Coburn locked eyes with his friend. “Well, what?”

Keene grinned, “Aren’t ya gonna tell me it’s Ok and nuthin’ to be ashamed of, that things’ll get better, it’s not the end of the world and all that bullshit?”

Coburn blinked, “Uh, come again?”

Keene laughed harshly, “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard?” He locked eyes with Coburn, searching his face for any trace of guile. When he didn’t see any, he became incredulous. “Oh, my God! You really don’t know, do you?”

Coburn felt himself getting angry; he hated being left in the dark! “No, I don’t! Now, why do you just tell me?” He shifted in the hot tub, feeling uncomfortable. The water was too hot and it stung his penis. He wished he could turn down the jets a little. When Keene remained silent, he prompted, “Don’t leave me hangin’, bro! What’s goin’ on?”

Keene leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, grinning sardonically, “Ah, the million dollar question.” He laughed as if this were funny. “What is going on?” He lifted his hands, making a little splash. “I wish I knew. The only thing I know for sure is I’m never gonna go pro. Ha! The best I can hope for is to play intramural tennis.”

Coburn’s brow furrowed, “Really? No shit? What happened? Were you injured?”

“You could say that.” Keene laughed again; there was an edge of bitterness in his tone. 

“What about PT? Surgery?” Concern for his friend made Coburn lean forward. “Is that that bad?”

“Oh, it’s bad alright. Haha!”

Coburn frowned, “Are ya gonna tell me what happened or not? I wanna know!”

Keene’s eyebrow quirked. “Do you? Do you really want to know everything?” He leaned forward, eyes dancing. “What if I showed you? Would that satisfy your curiosity? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“If you say so, bro,” Coburn grumbled, annoyed. Keene had always been a bit of a jerk but he was even more of an asshole now. Any fondness for their former friendship was rapidly dissolving. He couldn’t wait to get the fuck out of there!

His body felt strange from the jets and the stingingly hot water. Unlike all of the other times he’d been in the hot tub, this time he just couldn’t relax. Keene’s prickly attitude wasn’t helping. All he wanted was to find out what was eating at his friend. If Keene had suffered a career-ending injury, Coburn was there to support him. He would want Keene to do the same for him if he were injured. Shit, he lived in fear of breaking or tearing something every time he jogged out onto the football field before a game. He knew how awful injuries could be!

Keene was watching him through narrowed eyes. “Alright. You asked for it, bro. I’m gonna show you. You ready?”

“Yes, show me!” Coburn snapped, shifting around on the hard bench beneath his bottom. He was sweating by this point and the steam rising off the swirling water was cloyingly sweet. His poor penis felt like it was on fire. For the first time, he noticed the water was pinkish and foamy. Had Keene added bath salts to the tub?

Grinning mischievously, Keene turned over in the water and presented his back to Coburn. He pulled himself up on the rim and rested on his elbows. As Coburn stared in expectation, he gradually lifted his lower body out of the rippling water. 

First, just the top of his bare buttocks crested the surface. Nothing too unusual there, except Coburn noticed his bro’s butt was shaved completely smooth. Keene looked over his shoulder at him and grinned, waiting for his reaction.

More and more of his butt surfaced.

And more and more.

And even more!

Coburn’s eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Holy fuck, bro! What’d ya do to yer ass? It’s fuckin’–!”

“Huge, right?” Keene wiggled his hips, making his soft, exceedingly large and plump butt cheeks tremble and sway. Water beaded and rolled off of those whale-sized orbs. Coburn couldn’t take his eyes off of them. They should not have been on a man’s body. 

No. 

No man had a booty that big and soft and luscious! He couldn’t believe it and had to blink several times to be sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Keene was laughing almost maniacally as he rose out of the water, pulling himself out of the tub. Soon the entirety of his unnaturally swollen buttocks were in full view. It was almost like he was getting off on Coburn’s revulsion!

“This isn’t even half of it,” he taunted. “There’s even more. Wanna see? Wanna see, bro? I’ll show you! Ha! I’ll do more than show you! I’ll share my gifts with you! You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Wanna join me?”

He was talking nonsense. Coburn drew away from that ugly, fat, jiggly butt that was incongruously attached to his athletic friend’s body. He was starting to get out of the tub when Keene giggled and, arching his back, elevated his entire booty out of the water. His soft, hairless, doughy thighs were revealed. Like his butt, they were oversized and very feminine. Still glaring at him over his shoulder, he fixed Coburn with his piercing blue eyes and then…

…spread his legs.

Coburn’s mouth fell open when he saw what was lurking between his bro’s thighs:

A dripping, moist cunt complete with a pair of fleshy, pink lips.

He gaped.

It was too much.

His poor brain couldn’t handle it.

Between being overheated and overwrought, he passed out.

The last thing he heard was Keene’s crazed laughter ringing in his ears.

***

 Back in the present…

“I think you should get yer clit pierced, bro. It’d be hot!” Vargas teased the tip of Coburn’s clitoris as he said this, making him shiver. “And a piercin’ would help make up for yer missin’ hood.”

“Just fuck off.”

Coburn was in no mood. Not this soon after finding out Keene had tricked him into surrendering his manhood. He scowled at his disgusting lower half. From the belly button downward, he was one-hundred percent woman. A very hairy woman but a woman nonetheless. He shuddered. A cunt was bad enough but he had the biggest ass in the world, too. It hung off of his backside, full and round and bottom heavy. It was a fat chick’s ass. He had a fat chick’s ass! It made him pear-shaped and bottom heavy. How the fuck would he ever run like this?

As if reading his mind, Vargas soothed, “Don’t worry, bro. Yer still one of our best linemen! You’ll see.” He laughed, “Havin’ a little junk in the trunk don’t hurt none. Juss look at me!” He held out his arms and waggled his decidedly plus-sized behind. “In fact, it’ll help lower yer center of gravity an’ make ya even more unstoppable on the field. Plus, the extra padding’s good.” He kissed his ear, adding, “Unlike in tennis, having a giant booty ain’t a liability in football!”

Coburn stared back at him in horror, his lower lip quivering. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer and burst out, “I can’t play like this! How the fuck can I even show my face in the locker room?! The guys’ll laugh their asses off when they see me! And the other team! Can you imagine what they’ll say? Oh, fuck!” He held his head in his hands, realizing that it was even worse than the embarrassment of being seen by his teammates. Soon, the entire university–and his family!–were going to know what had happened to him. Losing all hope, he moaned, “What am I gonna do?! Football’s my life, bro!”

“And it’s still yer life,” Vargas answered evenly. ‘That hasn’t changed.” He shrugged, “Sure, at first, yer gonna get a lot of shit from the guys but they’ll get over it…and, if they don’t, I’ll fuckin’ kick their asses.” He puffed out his chest, “Juss let yer big man handle things, Ok? That’s what I’m here for. To protect you…and fuck yer pussy, of course!”

Coburn’s cunt twitched at this last part. He was already hungry for Vargas’ cock inside him. He couldn’t wait to– But, no! Now was not the time! 

He shook his head, chasing the thought away, wailing, “Me an’ Chrissy was talkin’ bout gettin’ married! We was gonna start a family!” He turned to Vargas whose golden-green gaze was resting lightly on his face, “I wanna be a dad, Vargas! I wanna have kids!”

Vargas’ lip quirked, “And you will, bro. Don’t worry. In fact, you might even be preggers already.” His eyes rolled upwards innocently, “I kinda forgot to use protection juss now. I’ve heard X-Form makes ya fertile. Like, real fertile.”

The color drained out of Coburn’s face and he stammered, “R-R-Really? You mean–?”

“Yep, yer a real female now, bro,” Vargas said, nodding. “Biologically anyways. Yer still a man, though, where it counts: In yer head.”

Coburn held his face in his hands, convinced he could already feel millions of Vargas’ sperm swimming intently toward his precious egg, ready to penetrate and fertilize it before it implanted itself in his womb. Could he play football while pregnant? What about classes? How would he juggle kids with a career? 

He shuddered even as he also felt another emotion. 

What was it? 

Pride? 

Yeah, it was pride.

Despite himself, he smiled. He was a fertile woman! He could get pregnant and have babies! Vargas’ babies! Oh, fuck! he thought excitedly, Can you imagine how cute our kids’re gonna be?! So adorable! I wanna have a bunch! I want a huge family! I’ll even take Vargas’ name. Coburn Vargas? I love the sound of that! I’ll be Vargas’ wife!

Vargas watched Coburn’s face begin to glow with happiness. Leaning over and kissing him, he said, “See, bro? It ain’t so bad. You lost yer cock but you got me in trade.” He reached down and gently teased his finger between Coburn’s already dripping pussy lips. “Let’s get matching piercings and tattoos to celebrate! I want everybody to know yer my girl!” He stroked Coburn’s clit and Coburn moaned loudly, “It’ll be hot!”

Coburn gazed down at his pussy, realizing his penis was still somewhat recognizable down there. It was a lot shorter and smaller but it was clearly still his dick. His circumcised cockhead stuck out between the fleshy, clammy folds of his vagina. He wondered why he’d never realized before how similar a penis was to a clitoris? It actually kind of big…for a clit, at least. He smiled up at Vargas, his heart overflowing with happiness.

“That’s my girl!” Vargas praised, pushing him down onto his overflowing buttocks. His cock was already hard, his thick foreskin peeling back on its own accord until his incongruously pink cockhead poked out.

Coburn rocked back and forth on his butt, realizing this was the ‘cushion’ he kept feeling underneath him in the sauna. His ass was so big it turned him into a human teetertotter…which, it turned out, had its advantages when Vargas mounted him again. They rocked back and forth, back and forth, lost in the pure, delirious pleasure that was all their own. Maybe being pussified wasn’t so bad after all?

***