Friendly Retreat Part 02

Dustin found himself stumbling into the living room. He couldn’t believe just how much that beer was taking out of him. He’d never thought of himself as too much of a drinker but these beers seemed to do an absolute number on him. His body plopped down on the couch. ‘Why do I feel so sore?’ his mind questioned but was instantly interrupted by Pete.

“Jeez… I know you can’t be that much of a light weight,” Pete smirked. Another 2 cans sat on the end table next to him. His belly only seemed to bulge even further out of his body as he took up the entirety of the chair he was sitting in. 

“I’m not,” Dustin tried to defend his alcohol tolerance but that only seemed like a losing argument. As he looked at Pete he couldn’t help but think that somehow he’d gained another 10 pounds just from the few minutes they’d been in the kitchen. He’d always been rather large but this was getting ridiculous. His shirt rounded every curve of his larger body. It was odd and Dustin couldn’t figure out why he was thinking it was any different.

Pete let out a barrel of a laugh. “Bro. I know you can’t hold yer liquor. You spend too much time in that gym and don’t have any fat to suck it up. Maybe if you had the body of a real man.” He took another beer and downed it like nothing. His large hand rubbed the belly that seemed to bulge out with each heavy glug, he seemed to grow just a little bit more.

However, right now Dustin had grown distracted by his own memories. The questions, ‘how much time do I spend in the gym?’ kept running through his mind. Normally he’d spend about five hours a week in the gym doing just basic training exercises. He wanted to stay trim and fit, to look good in all his suites. But the fact that Pete was currently questioning his masculinity made him wish that he did more. That he pushed himself harder. That big fatass didn’t know what he was talking about. He cocked a grin thinking about some of the guys he’d seen. Real big fuckers who’d be able to put Pete’s money where his mouth was. One good shove from one of them and they’d go down in an instant. 

His mind just couldn’t stop focusing on them. Their absolute size; it was all he wanted to think about. He didn’t notice the small veins starting to poke out of his arms and legs as he stared down his friend. “C’mon man. The gyms great. Maybe you should start goin with me sometime.” 

“Eh?” Pete’s smile softened as Dustin had suggested it.

Dustin took another drink of the beer he’d opened. “You’d always loved working out in high school. Feeling yourself building strength on something other than the farm.”

“Hehe,” Pete’s smile quickly returned as he realized what Dustin meant. He seemed to stare at his arm a little longer than Dustin thought was necessary. “You think? That doesn’t sound like too bad a idea.” He ran his hands only his midsection again. For a second it didn’t look as big and round. Instead there was a little more weight in his shoulders and chest. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t straining to hold to his body. He needed to go at least a size up for it to fit him properly. “But I don’t want none of them abs.”

“Never said you did,” Dustin agreed. 

“I’d probably be the biggest guy there.”

“I don’t think that’d be a problem.”

Again Pete let out a hefty laugh filling the entire room. He stood up stretching to his full 6’6” height, letting his belly hang out the front of his shirt. ‘Was he always that big?’ the question shot through Dustin’s mind as he watched Pete go to the kitchen to find another beer. 

“You know,” Pete started off as he closed the fridge. A beer came hurtling towards Dustin on the couch. “They say this cabin doesn’t let anyone in that it doesn’t want here.”

“What?” Dustin questioned. His mind was still focused on the times in high school when they were in gym class together. His tall thick body easily put their football team on the map. Having the right genes to grow so tall so quickly but then the diet to make sure he was nice and thick. But something about those memories seemed off. It was like they were replacing others. Like he’d never really been into a gym until college. And didn’t he leave that small town in middle school? He shook it off, assuming it must just be the beer talking.

“That’s just what they say,” Pete opened up another can and drank this one a little more slowly. After 10 he more he seemed to be reaching his limit.

“They?” Dustin’s eyes were unimpressed by what he was saying. 

“Yeah, they,” Pete drank a little more. “People who stay here. People who try. It’s why my friend couldn’t get the reservations to stick. Cause this place didn’t want them.”

“But it wanted us?”

“I guess,” Pete shrugged his heavy shoulders. “’Pparently its supposed grant some inner desires too.”

“What? That’s stupid,” Dustin laughed. “How’s that even possible.”

“Dunno,” Pete shrugged again. “You feel any different?” 

“Huh?” Dustin took a second to assess the situation. The buzz he was getting was just too much and he couldn’t seem to think straight at all. His mind was all over the place, thinking about the gym, high school, and that old farm. But at the same time those didn’t feel real. His head started to hurt. Two memories were in conflict with each other. “I… I don’t know…” The mere acknowledgement of it caused him to realize it was actually going on.

“Don’t think about it too hard,” Pete got up from his chair and crossed the room. “Thinking’s never been you’re strong suite.”

“I guess,” Dustin found himself naturally agreeing. A weight lifted off his head as one of those sets of memories started to drift away. It was easier for him to relax. Not to worry about being smart. “No. Wait. I’m not dumb. What are you talking about?” He shook his head trying to make the buzz go down. It wasn’t working. It was just getting harder to think. The buzz was getting to him again.

“Shh…. Shhhh…. Shhh…” Pete soothed. His big hand ran against Dustin’s back causing the other man to calm down a little. “It’s alright. It’s just a dumb legend. Nothing to worry about.”

“But,” Dustin looked over at Pete unsure what to believe. It felt so real but at the same time not. But what was even weirder was how much he enjoyed having Pete’s big hand rubbing against his back. It was oddly soothing. He leaned into the big man’s body and gave in a little more. 

“It’s alright man. It’s alright. It’ll feel a little weird at first but you’ll get used to it. You’re my strong man. My real strong man,” he was whispering softly into Dustin’s ear calming the other man down. 

Dustin’s trim lither muscles started to slowly grow under the soft praise from Pete. Their already defined form started to grow ever so slightly. Little by little, his arms filled the sleeves of his shirt while his chest and back filled the torso. Deep callouses formed on the palm of his hands from intense workouts. His legs bulged out and needed to separate further to allow room for what was growing in between them. Even his shoes started to strain under the new growth. His toes pushed the front of his shoes, but his entire foot was feeling cramped. They went from a thin to wide then extra-wide. 

“It’s alright big guy. I know it can be hard for you to think. And I got you drinking,” Pete continued. His giant body moved to a more commanding spot on top of Dustin. He slowly pushed the other man down onto the couch and was poised on top of him. Looking down he gave the other man a smile. 

Dustin cautiously returned one. A mix of emotions ran through his body as he stared at the other man. He’d never thought of himself as gay but seeing Pete’s large bulky body he couldn’t help but run his hands up and down his thick meaty chest. The soft but strong muscles felt so nice to his touch as he played with the extra weight. 

“Feels good right? I doubted it at first too. I was so small and dorky but look at me,” Pete’s hefty body lowered more of his weight onto Dustin’s body. His lips drifted right above Dustin’s. “Just give in. It’s so much better…”

“But… But…” Dustin was still wondering what he was giving into. His mind was abuzz as his dick strained against his underwear. He couldn’t stop thinking about the giant holding him down. Or how much he liked it. Something felt wrong. But it felt so right. He could feel Pete moving more rhythmically against his body. A light moan escaped his lips as his body clenched and his head reeled back. 

Pete took his chance and leaned in for a kiss. Dustin naturally seemed to follow. Their tongues wrestled against each other while their masculine bodies rubbed up and down. Each could feel the other’s hard dick while their hands ran all over the other’s body. Pete focused on the top of Dustin’s head keeping him focused on him while Pete enjoyed the bulk of the other man. He was giving in. Feeling the other man’s thick beard running against his face; it just felt right. His dick was so hard. It was like he was ready to burst. 

Then Dustin’s eyes burst open. “Fuck! What’s wrong with me,” he pushed the other man away from him. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” He repeated over and over again. His world was spinning as it tried to get back on track. 

“What’s wrong?” Pete asked.

Dustin ignored him as he used the wall to support him. “I’m not gay. I’m not gay,” he tried to tell himself as he went into the bathroom. Suddenly a flood of memories shot through his mind of high school. He could remember trying out for sports and then getting close to Pete but then it was everyone else that made him want to stay away. But at the same time he knew he didn't go to high school with Pete. He splashed some water on his face trying to make the dizziness go down. “Wake up! What’s going on with you!” he scolded himself. 

It took Dustin a good few seconds to come back to reality. He stared at his thick muscles straining against the t shirt he was wearing. Every bit of his body was bigger than he'd ever been. As big as he'd ever imagined. An urge to flex ran through his body. He slowly raised his arm and pulled the muscle tightly, hearing a tear in his sleeve. “What’s going on?” it was still hard for him to think as he felt the dual memories competing with each other again.

“Babe?” Pete called from the door. “Is something wrong?”