No Need To Rush

Dave bit back a whimper as Todd’s fingers massaged his scalp.  The lean brunette still wasn’t used to needing assistance with things like washing his hair, or with being so turned on while it happened.  As a lifelong athlete he’d showered with plenty of other guys over the years, sometimes in relatively tight spaces such as the one they currently shared, but he’d never relished it the way he did now.  Back then, if another man’s body registered at all, it did so simply as a point of comparison and nothing more.  He’d be impressed by their build, envious of or sympathetic to their endowment, and could objectively assess their potential attractiveness to interested parties without feeling it himself.  Now, every single one of them drove him wild.  Dave had dick on the brain at all times, the phallic focus a fitting complement to the extra pair he wielded in place of his hands.  

It was a jarring transition on several levels.  Beyond the obvious, after having spent nearly thirty years wired in one direction, having the current of his desires switch to the opposite left Dave reeling.  Not because he was homophobic in any way, but because it made him feel like he was starting over.  With women, he was a pro.  He knew exactly what to do and when to do it.  With his short, acorn-colored hair and sharp, symmetrical features adorned by a trimmed, matching beard, Dave was used to not worrying about his looks.  He’d won the genetic lottery, having a face that straddled the line between boy-next-door and beautiful, and a body that stayed tight and toned with little effort.  Dave had always just liked to move, regardless of the sport, leaving him with a deceptively lean physique that managed to pull off any presentation.  He stood an even six feet, his shoulders were broad but not bulky, just like his toned arms and tight waist, and he had a surprisingly perky bubble that drew attention without throwing off the rest of his proportions.  He wasn’t the biggest or most shredded guy in a room, nor the most attractive, but that only worked in his favor.  Dave was fit and handsome and above average without being intimidating.  His smile was easy, he oozed authentic charm, and, when it came time to bare his beautiful body, he had a modestly thick six inches ready to seal the deal.  

Now, those six inches looked almost vestigial compared to the impossible organs capping each toned arm.  From shoulder to elbow the limbs appeared the way they always had, still possessing Dave’s whipcord biceps and sleeper triceps, but from the elbow down they’d been twisted into magnified versions of the eager organ between his thighs.  Where once had been matched sets of fingers, he now sported two bulbous heads that felt, and functioned, like the member they’d been modeled after.  For Dave, his arms felt like arms until a few inches below his elbows, at which point the sensations altered abruptly.  Stroking what had once been his wrist now felt like tugging on a solid cock, which is technically what it was.  A part of him was relieved that the warped limbs were always hard and he didn’t have to worry about his arms flopping, but that meant he always felt like he was mere moments away from oozing or erupting.  

Which, to be technical again, he was.  The physical alterations went far below the surface, twisting the very way his body functioned and processed fuel.  Food and drink were now converted into the sticky liquid that erupted in hydrant fashion from one, or all, of his aching organs, as well as his equally ravenous, self-lubricating rear.  Dave now relieved himself in orgasmic fashion instead of going to the bathroom in the traditional sense.  The problem was that he didn’t have anywhere near the same level of control over the process that he used to.  Since he now simmered at a relatively high level of arousal, Dave often wouldn’t feel himself nearing the point of no return until it was too late.  The wrong sofa cushion rubbing against the wrong spot at the wrong time would push him over the edge, turning him into a momentary fountain.  He could sometimes make it to a bathroom if he felt it coming with enough warning, but, given the state of his former hands, unless someone was there to strip him down he’d still end up soaking whatever pants or underwear he had on.  And, even before the eruptions arrived, Dave’s original organ was hard more often than not, creating an awkward display if he wore the wrong clothes.  

Making matters worse was the fact that no one even knew why this had happened to him in the first place.  He’d been out with friends when his body had undergone its horrifying metamorphosis, his original organ erupting over and over as his hands first closed into fists, then became something else altogether.  From what the authorities had been able to determine, Dave had definitely been hit with a targeted strain of nanoplasm, but why he’d been targeted, or if he’d been the intended target at all, was still a giant question mark.  Such an attack would have been exorbitantly expensive, and, as far as the friendly brunette knew, he didn’t have any enemies capable of such a feat, either personally or monetarily.  Dave didn’t have any jilted exes, nor had he fooled around with the wrong woman and pissed off the wrong man.  He hadn’t defrauded any business partners or stolen company secrets.  He didn’t even work for the government.  As frustrating an answer as it was, it looked like he’d simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  The doctors had told him it was “possible” that they’d be able to undo what had occurred “some day”, but so far the nanoplasm that had been used on him was proving persistent.  

Todd had been with him that night, and, fortunately for Dave, just about every moment since.  The altered man had met his friend years before playing rec league kickball, and they’d quickly hit it off.  The dark-haired hunk operated on the same laidback frequency, always ready with a friendly smile or a helping hand, a perfect complement to Dave’s personality.  They were further apart physically, with Todd standing a few inches shorter at 5’8” and possessing a stocky, bottom-heavy build.  Having grown up a soccer player, the shorter man had a thick set of thighs and an even thicker pair of cheeks, his ample lower half looking disproportionate to his trim torso.  Like Dave, his upper body was tight and toned, covered in lean definition that bore a light dusting of coffee-colored fur.  A wavy mop of similarly hued hair tumbled past his ears, framing and accentuating the sharp features that made his eastern european heritage obvious.  With his perpetual stubble, plump lips, and brooding eyes, Dave had always been objectively aware of how handsome Todd was, but he’d never been in a position to appreciate it the way he currently did.  And while he’d always envied the shorter man’s girthy package, the long, fat hose and heavy, potent balls his friend swung around the showers, the thought of them had never made his mouth water.  

Fortunately for Dave, Todd’s easygoing attitude extended to the bedroom.  The stocky stud just liked to fuck, more than happy to fool around with men and women in equal measure.  He and Dave had playfully flirted over the years, but, since the brunette hadn’t shared his friend’s varied interests, that was as far as things had gone.  

Until now.  “How we doin’, big guy,” Todd asked, rinsing the shampoo from Dave’s hair.  “You feel tense.  Are you trying to hold it in?”  

The taller brunette responded by pressing back with his perky rear, rooting around against his friend’s semi-hard log.  Where before he’d usually wake up needing to take a piss, now Dave usually woke up feeling like he was about to erupt, unless he’d already done so in his sleep.  Between the water streaming over his sensitive alterations and the sensation of Todd scrubbing him down, showers usually ended with him spraying all over, and so far the morning looked to be no exception.  “I’m waiting to hold YOU in,” Dave whimpered.  He reached around behind and ran the bulbous heads that had replaced his hands along the sides of Todd’s plump rear, shuddering.  “If we weren’t in the shower I’d be leaving a puddle back there.”  

Dave let out a quick gasp when a pair of Todd’s fingers pressed against his eager hole before being sucked into the cum-slick tunnel.  “Damn.  You are good and ready, aren’t you?”  The shorter man rooted around with his stubby digits for a moment, chuckling when he felt Dave tense and spasm.  With his free hand, he reached over and ran it along what used to be the other man’s forearm, his own cock surging to life.  Todd knew how embarrassed Dave was to have his altered appendages worked in such a manner, but he was trying his best to get the other man more acclimated.  He pulled his fingers free after another moment of prodding and started working his friend’s other arm, flexing his ample cheeks as he held the oozing members against them.  

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck,” Dave moaned, his whole body going crimson.  He made a halfhearted attempt to pull his arms away, torn between loving what he felt and hating the source of his ecstasy.  “Dude…come on…donnnNNNNNHHH…!”  Dave grunted when Todd began palming each of the oozing heads, nearly falling when his knees threatened to give out.  The intensity of the sensation matched their size, overwhelming the brunette’s senses to the point where he didn’t even notice when his friend slipped inside.  “I…ha…hate it when you…do that…” he sputtered. 

“They’re hard to resist,” Todd purred, slowly pumping his hips while he continued stroking.  “And they’re fun to play with.”  

“Not…not funny, man,” Dave whimpered, going from red to purple.  

“Really, bro?” Todd scoffed, giving a rough thrust.  “Does it feel like I’m making fun of you right now?”  Still, the stocky stud relented and let go, focusing his attention instead on Dave’s original organ.  “I guess I’ll just give the little guy some love,” he cooed, kneading the brunette’s heavy balls.  

Dave wanted to protest his friend’s use of the word “little,” but he didn’t get the chance.  All at once, if it could start spraying, it did.  The erupting brunette was embarrassed by his cracking wail as the uncontrollable explosion tore through him, though not nearly as much as he was by the sensation of load after load rocketing from what used to be his hands.  As Todd had learned the hard way, the inflated organs were like fleshy squirt guns, ready to soak anything in their path.  The wavy-haired hunk’s own impressive release was swallowed by Dave’s battered rear a few moments later, the waterfall remains washed away by the rapidly cooling shower.  

“I know you don’t agree with me, but that will never not be hot, bro,” Todd sighed, spinning Dave around to give him a kiss.  

“I’m glad one of us enjoys it,” the dazed brunette grunted as his friend quickly scrubbed him down.  

“Looks like you enjoy it plenty,” Todd said, swapping places to take fleeting advantage of the remaining hot water.  “You just need to let yourself enjoy it.” 

At the moment, the thing Dave enjoyed most was the view.  His body still buzzing from the overwhelming release, he savored the sight of the shorter stud rinsing himself clean.  His eyes were glued to the water as it trickled over Todd’s modest pecs, and the way it ran along the cresting mounds of the other man’s plump rear and spilled from his softening cock.  Coupled with the abundant affection he now held for his friend, Dave struggled to wrap his head around the fact that there’d ever been a time when the other man’s naked beauty didn’t make him quiver.  The circumstances surrounding his warped body were nightmarish, but, at the same time, he couldn’t believe his luck.  

Dave followed his friend out of the shower and stood in place while Todd toweled him off, the sensitive sections below his elbows left to air dry.  A part of him was still embarrassed at needing assistance for what should have been a mundane task, but he was gradually letting himself believe it when Todd said he was happy to look after him.  The handsome hunk had always been taking care of his friends for as long as Dave had known him, and he’d never once made the brunette feel like he was doing him a favor.  Bathing, dressing, eating, grooming; Todd took to caretaking with the same casual proficiency he displayed in bed.  

Those skills were on display when they strutted out of the bathroom and Todd pulled open Dave’s underwear drawer.  “Which ones do you feel like?”  

The naked brunette smirked and raised an expectant brow.  “I know that look.  Which ones do YOU feel like,” he asked, not at all surprised by the response.  Dave had always been a boxers guy, and he still was for the most part, but Todd kept insisting how good he looked in things like the small lavender briefs the other man pulled from the drawer.  

“They just make your butt look so cute,” Todd cooed as he reached over to give his friend’s bubble a squeeze.  

“You’re the one who has to look at it all day,” Dave shrugged as he lifted one leg after the other to let the briefs be slid on.  Underwear was typically all he wore on his lower half, if anything, given the nature of his potentially messy predicament.  He needed something that could be removed quickly, or at the very least that could let his cock spring free at a moment’s notice.  

“I wouldn’t say ‘has’ to,” Todd chuckled, pulling a t-shirt from another drawer.  “I prefer ‘gets to’.  Arms up.”  

Dave did as he was told, though he wasn’t sure why his friend had picked one of the purposely oversized tops that draped well below his waist.  “And what’s this for?”  

“Coffee,” Todd said as he slipped into briefs of his own.  “The kind that you and I are going to take a walk to get.”  

“Whoa, no, no, no…that wasn’t part of any discussion we…” 

“Exactly.  We don’t need to ‘discuss’ taking a walk to the coffee shop, dude.  It’s fine.  You’re fine.  It’ll BE fine,” Todd said, locking eyes with his friend.  “You haven’t left the apartment in almost two weeks.  So you can come with me on your own, or I can drag you out the door.  You’re still allowed to do things other than go to the doctor.”  

Dave felt himself go beet red.  Todd wasn’t wrong, he actually was desperate to get out of the house, but between the potential eruptions and his warped hands, the blushing brunette couldn’t get past the feeling of being a freak.  It wasn’t just the way his altered limbs looked, either; it was the way they felt.  To Dave, it was as if he walked around with two hard cocks on display, to say nothing of the inevitable tent in his pants.  The tight briefs, long top and baggy pants could help mitigate the latter, but there was nothing he could do about the former.  “And if I refuse,” he asked, keeping his feet planted firmly on the ground when Todd approached with a pair of equally oversized joggers.  

“Then we go like this,” the shorter man grinned, motioning at his own brief-clad body.  “That’d be exciting.”  

“You just want me to give you an excuse to run around in your underwear,” Dave sighed, reluctantly letting the pants be slid on.  After spending so many days in a row nearly naked, the sensation of wearing clothes actually struck him as odd, a realization he didn’t know how to process.  

“I mean, yeah,” Todd shrugged as he slipped into a pair of gym shorts and a tight tank-top.  The mesh bottoms clung to his thick rear while the tight top showed off his trim torso, a sight that Dave relished more and more each day.   “I’m stoked we’re doing this,” Todd said, going on in a chipper tone while he fixed the brunette’s short hair and brushed his friend’s teeth.  

When they reached the final stages of preparation, Dave’s urge to back out returned in full.  “For the record, I hate this,” he said, wincing as Todd carefully fastened a pair of plastic bags over his altered fists.  They were capped with mittens and, at a distance, didn’t look all that different from a pair of regular hands, but Dave couldn’t tell whether he felt like he wore a pair of diapers or condoms.   

Todd ignored the comment, grabbing a small backpack after he’d put his friend’s shoes on.  “Alright, we ready?”  

“Not at all,” Dave spat, his toned pecs heaving as he took a deep breath to steady himself.  “What’s in the bag?”  

“Don’t worry about it,” Todd said, literally pushing his friend out the door.  “It’s just some extra supplies.”  

“Oh my god, did you pack a diaper bag,” Dave groaned, wanting nothing more than to turn and flee back into the apartment but knowing full well he’d never make it past his friend.  

“So what if I did?  Bro, listen to me,” Todd said, giving his friend’s shoulder a squeeze.  “It’s just a change of clothes, okay?  It’s no different than if we were going to the gym.”  

“It’s pretty fuckin’ different,” Dave hissed, a vertigo-inducing wave of embarrassment hitting him as soon as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.  Realistically, he knew that no one looked at him, that no one could tell what was different about him, but to his anxious mind all he saw were gawking stares.  

“Either way, you’ve gotta start getting used to it,” Todd insisted.  “I’m not about to deprive the world of that handsome face and let you waste away up in the apartment,” he said, giving his friend a quick peck on the cheek.    

Dave hated how much his friend’s charm worked on him, to say nothing of the dark-haired hunk’s scruffy stubble and soft lips, and he was so focused on the embarrassment he felt over his altered body that he didn’t even give a second thought to the fact that Todd had just kissed him in public.  The shorter stud seemed genuinely thrilled that they were out and about together, something that Dave tried to hold onto as they strolled the few blocks to the coffee shop.  He kept telling himself that the familiar ache from the unfamiliar location at the ends of his arms wasn’t as bad as he thought, that it wasn’t entirely uncommon to encounter other people who’d been warped in shocking ways by the vicious nanoplasm.  Dave would be mortified if the gloves came off in public, but people had likely seen worse.  He certainly had.  

As they made their way into the coffee shop, which thankfully contained only a moderate crowd, the blushing brunette began to recognize that a part of himself actually enjoyed what he was feeling.  Beneath the embarrassment was an excited thrill, like he was getting away with something kinky in front of everyone.  Dave wasn’t anything close to an exhibitionist, but walking around with what felt like two huge, hard, barely-covered cocks had started to give him a new perspective.  Like Todd’s chipper attitude, Dave did his best to lean into that excitement instead of the embarrassment, finally starting to feel somewhat close to normal for the first time in weeks.  He sipped his cold brew through a straw and let Todd feed him bites of a shared scone, the two of them looking for all intents and purposes like a playful couple out on a date, which, Dave finally realized, they were.  It occurred to him in that moment just how much he’d actually fallen for Todd, how deeply attracted he was to his friend, an awareness that arrived at exactly the wrong moment.  

Coupled with the coffee and the scone and the building excitement from being out in public, Dave hit his limit much faster than anticipated.  He let out a quick gasp, his eyes going wide and his stomach dropping as he frantically looked for the bathroom and knew he’d never make it in time.  “Shit,” he hissed under his breath.  “I’m about to…I won’t make it to the…” he trailed off and clamped his mouth shut, focusing all of his efforts on biting back the groan that so desperately wanted to be let out.  Dave was mortified as he sat spasming and spraying at the table, feeling like every eye was on him despite the fact that only Todd looked in his direction.  The other man was calm and collected, his expression neutral as the brunette unloaded.  Fortunately for Dave, that particular release was heavier from his former hands than from between his legs, though there was a growing damp spot spreading in the front of his joggers.  

“You’re fine…you’re fine,” Todd said, his voice quiet and entirely casual.  “Just head over to the bathroom.  I’ll wait a minute and then join you so it's not obvious.”  

Too stunned to do anything else, Dave just nodded and tried to keep from wincing as he stood and did his best not to scamper into the bathroom.  It was for a single person, likely the reason his friend had chosen this specific spot, so at least there wasn’t anyone to see his shame.  Unable to lock the door behind him, his heart froze when it opened a moment later, then started hammering when Todd walked in.  “See!  I told you this would happen,” he moaned, rapidly adjusting the volume of his voice.  “I knew it!  I…knew…uh…what are you doing,” he asked when Todd peeled out of his shirt.  

“What’s it look like,” the shorter man grinned, shoving his shorts and briefs down in one motion.  His log of a cock was already half-hard and growing, the sight making Dave’s mouth water even now.  “I’m not letting you have all the fun.”  Todd went in for a kiss before his friend could respond, letting his tongue roam around the other man’s mouth before pulling away and peeling the brunette out of his clothes.  

“We’re going to get in trouble,” Dave sputtered as Todd slipped the gloves and impressively full plastic bags from his altered limbs.  Naked and hard in a public space, he could already feel another explosion coming.  “Someone’s going to know we…” 

“No one gives a shit, dude,” Todd grinned, batting his much larger cock against Dave’s modest member.  “Especially if we’re quick.  So are we doing this or not?”  

Dave whimpered and bit his lip, his whole body going purple as he nodded.  He turned around and leaned forward against the sink, making sure to keep his leaking former fists pointed into the bowl as Todd grabbed his hips and slipped inside.  Their eyes met in the mirror, and Dave left them there, his lean frame shaking and rippling from the force of his friend’s frantic hammering.  It took everything he had to keep from wailing, and even then a few short yelps clawed their way out.  But Dave didn’t hate the sound.  As usual, Todd’s enthusiasm was infectious, making him feel more like he was back in his frisky college days than an overly-phallused freak getting milked in a coffee shop bathroom.  Gazing at the mirror, Dave could focus on his pretty-boy features and pretend that the pulsing limbs spraying like hoses into the sink weren’t there.  By the time Todd erupted inside him, he was actually sad that it was over so soon.  

The shorter stud gave his friend a quick peck before going into cleanup mode.  “See?  Not so bad, is it,” he asked, wiping Dave down and cleaning up the small puddle the leaky brunette had left on the floor.  He had his friend dressed in a fresh outfit moments later, clothing himself last and giving the room a final once-over.  “Okay.  We’ll do this in reverse.  You go first and then I’ll come back to the table,” he winked, giving Dave’s bubble a swat.  

The flush-faced brunette was both relieved and slightly disappointed when no one so much as glanced in his direction as he made his way back to their table.  He watched the room when Todd emerged a short time later, but it looked like his friend was right.  No one really cared.  And, even if someone did have a problem, Dave wasn’t so sure that HE cared anymore.  

“So should we head back,” Todd asked when they stepped outside a few moments later.  

Dave took a deep breath and shook his head, linking elbows with his friend.  “No need to rush.”