Picture The Gorilla In The Room

“I can’t believe it, man,” Luke grumbled, shaking his head. “Sarah, Michelle, Jasmine, Erin, Beth, AND Rebecca all shot us down? What the fuck happened to us?” He sighed and looked down at himself, his prominent pecs looking passably attractive as they strained against his navy polo. A star athlete the last time he was around most of his companions for the evening, Luke still had a relatively fit frame. Gone were the six-pack, shredded days of his youth, but, at thirty-three, the dark-haired man still possessed a burly, broad-shouldered physique. It wasn’t muscle that Luke had lost; it was his previous polish that had vanished with time. His cheeks and chin were still sharp and strong, but spots of salt had started to mingle with the pepper of his stubble and cropped, thinning hair. His sturdy arms were stronger and larger than ever, but so was the meaty midsection they framed, just like the thick thighs straining his boxers as he sat up against the creaky hotel headboard.

“They didn’t shoot us down,” Cody called from the nearby bathroom. The beefy brunette popped out to address his friend directly, speaking around the toothbrush in his mouth. He was built like the pouting beefcake on the bed, his brawny frame clad only in a thin white undershirt and stuffed black boxer briefs. Like the other man, he wasn’t nearly as lean and chiseled as he’d been during their last year of high school, and his wavy chocolate mane wasn’t quite as thick as it had been, but Cody still regarded himself as plenty handsome. His features had weathered past the point of “boy next door” to “hunky neighbor”, and the meaty body straining against his remaining clothes was still more solid than not. “They’re married. They’re here WITH their husbands. What did you think was going to happen?”

“Did you see those scrawny fucks? It doesn’t make any sense,” Luke said, absently flexing his pecs as he spoke. “They couldn’t have called in a pass to hit this shit like the old days? I’m sure their dudes wouldn’t mind. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of ‘em called in a pass to fool around with each other.”

“I’m impressed you took a swing with each of ‘em,” Cody chuckled, returning to the bathroom to spit out his toothpaste.

“What the fuck else was I going to do,” Luke cried. “This whole hotel is nothing but the reunion, and we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere. Can’t even go to another bar and try to get laid there.”

“I saw plenty of available partners down in that bar, bro,” Cody said as he finished his nightly routine.

The dark-haired man let out a short laugh. “Then how come you didn’t take any of ‘em?”

“Available. Not attractive,” Cody spat. “They were losers then, they’re losers now. Didn’t want to fuck ‘em at eighteen, still don’t in my thirties. I just know how your standards slip when you get horny.”

“Fuck you,” Luke grunted. “What about Jordan? I saw that dude giving you the eye all night.”

Cody flashed a smug grin and squeezed his plump bulge as he walked to the other bed. “Some things never change.”

“I don’t know, man. Kinda money that dude’s got now? Might be worth letting him suck your dick,” Luke shrugged. “I heard he paid for all this himself.”

“Didn’t he sell a startup or something,” Cody asked, his resentment growing. Unlike themselves, Jordan had only improved with age. The smaller blonde had always been lean and wiry, but he’d since blossomed into tight and toned, the sharp, awkward features that had been so punchable during adolescence becoming handsome and distinguished as he’d aged. Worse, Jordan still had a thick head of lustrous golden hair, and he now oozed the very charm and confidence that Cody and Luke had wielded as weapons in their youth.

“Big deal,” Luke spat, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, like you could do it? You still work at a cell phone kiosk in the mall,” Cody laughed.

The dark-haired man sat up and puffed out his chest. “And you’re still hawkin’ used cars at your uncle’s lot. Why’re you getting so defensive of your boyfriend?”

“I’m not,” Cody said, swapping out his smug grin for a suitably conciliatory expression. “I’m just saying…maybe that’s not a bad bridge to try and rebuild, right? I’ll flirt my way into some cash if the dude’s just got it laying around. Renting out this whole hotel and paying for the bar and food had to cost a fortune, but he didn’t look pressed in the slightest. I mean, fuck…even that photo booth was fancy.”

“And weird, just like him,” Luke nodded.

Cody picked up the strip of photos from the nightstand that separated their beds, a slight shiver running through him as he looked at their altered images. Instead of a pair of clean-cut former jocks, two hairy hulks filled the frame. While his own chocolate crop was more or less untouched, Luke’s thinning raven hair had vanished entirely, replaced by a smooth scalp that accentuated the other man’s sloping forehead. Cody’s brow had thickened and twisted in a similar manner, and both of their noses had widened and flattened. Their mouths seemed a bit too large, just like the ears that stuck out in prominent fashion on either side of their heads, and they’d both sprouted dense facial hair. The bald Luke in the photo sported a black, bushy beard that outsized Cody’s, though the brunette still had a densely trimmed facial forest of his own. The end result was an appearance that bordered on cro-magnon or simian, an apparently perfect complement to the bodies that loomed below. The shirtless hulks spilled out of the frame, their comically wide upper bodies filling the space beyond capacity. What they could see of them, the pair were furry, neck-less masses of muscle, each possessing a set of absurdly large shoulders that led to absurdly large arms that fought for space with equally absurd pecs. As far as digital renderings went, the details were amazing.

“I don’t know, man. I think it nailed your likeness pretty good,” Cody laughed, his stomach dropping when he looked back up. He immediately looked down at the photo again, then back at his friend, then repeated the process two more times. Each rotation only cemented his fear, as it became unmistakably clear that Luke’s hairline had started to recede at a rapid pace. “Uh…dude…you…you’re…your hair is…it’s…going away,” Cody finally sputtered, his hands shaking.

“Get fucked,” Luke groaned. “Like I’m falling for…that…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide when he reached up and felt a bare patch of forehead where hair should have been. He slid his hand nearly halfway back his skull before reaching the remains. “FUCK! What the fuck is this?!” he cried, leaping off the bed and darting into the bathroom. “How is it…where is it…FUCK! FUCK! DUDE…IT’S…it’s…gone,” he said, his face pale beneath the now-bare scalp when he reemerged. “It just went away. It didn’t even fall out…it just…disappeared,” he stammered.

Luke seemed oblivious to the other changes taking place as he spoke, but Cody caught every one. He watched his now-bald friend’s brow jut out as the other man’s nose flattened in a horrifyingly familiar manner, his stubble thickening by the second until it started to extend away from his altered mouth. “It’s not just your hair, man! Your…your face…it’s…” Cody leapt to his feet, immediately stumbling. The dazed brunette swayed unsteadily, trying to figure out where his center of gravity had gone. He felt like the world was moving in slow motion as he pieced the horrifying puzzle together, how his shirt now stopped just above his navel, and how his legs seemed both too wide and too short. He still looked Luke in the eye, and his perspective of the room around him hadn’t changed, but, as impossible as it should have been, his legs had shortened. At the same time, his torso had apparently elongated to compensate, leaving him the same height but with drastically different proportions.

“What the fuck is wrong with your legs, dude,” Luke cried, noticing the change at the same time. “They’re all stubby and shit!”

“So are yours,” Cody shot back, his head spinning at the sight of his friend’s meaty new trunks. The dark-haired man’s widened legs now strained his boxers to the breaking point, his cock spilling through the stretched-open fly. “And your face is all fucked up!”

“Yours too!” Luke grunted, flashing a too-big smile. “You look like a monkey or some shit, bro!”

“We look the same, idiot! If I look like a monkey then so do you,” the brunette grunted. Cody didn’t need to find a mirror. He could feel the beard and the flattened features, and he was equally interested in the arms he saw as he reached up to prod his face. Not only did they seem too large, they seemed slightly too long. And too hairy. Cody had always had a light dusting at most, but his now-burly arms sported a pelt, and he could see a thick layer covering the exposed strip of his stomach beneath his too-small shirt. He also saw a pair of increasingly plump pecs pushing against that shirt as he looked down, his racing mind struggling to keep up with what was happening. “Am I getting bigger?” Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed the thin undershirt and tore it free, his bearded jaw dropping at what he saw. As if removing the shirt had made room for growth, Cody swelled. His pecs settled as a furry slab, his arms were like heavy machinery that hung at an awkward angle, and his lengthened midsection had become a lumpy, cresting mountain of a muscle-gut. “OH SHIT! I’M FUCKIN’ HUGE,” he half cried, half laughed. He ripped his painfully tight underwear free with the same ease, his drunken smile spreading at the sight of his dangling hose and heavy new balls. “LOOK AT MY DICK, DUDE!”

“LOOK AT MINE,” Luke roared, following a similar strategy of disrobing. His boxers had given out on their own, but he’d torn free of his polo as if it was made of tissue paper. Like his friend, his formerly athletic body had bloated into a bulky mass of misshapen muscle, with squat, stubby legs, long, piston arms, and pecs so plump he could barely look down, all covered in a raven pelt and sporting a thickened, lengthened cock that he absently began tugging to life. “You’re so fuckin’ hairy, bro. Even your back and ass are all furry,” Luke chuckled as he watched his friend squirm and turn in place as he tried to inspect himself.

“It’s not funny,” Cody insisted, struggling to find any words beyond that. His thoughts felt frantic, but they didn’t form at anything close to the same rapid pace. “We need to…to…find…to get…” he started, before becoming distracted by the sight of Luke’s now-rigid club. The aching organ had to be close to ten inches and was so thick even the dark-haired hulk’s enlarged hand could barely close around it. “Why’re you jerkin’ it?”

“I’m horny,” Luke grunted, as if it should have been obvious. “You got me all hard takin’ your clothes off and waggin’ that fat ass at me.”

“It’s not fat,” Cody spat, as if that was the most important aspect of his friend’s statement. “Don’t be weird. We need to…to…” the bloated brunette could almost form the words. He still knew something impossible had taken place, but that certainty was slipping away by the moment, sped along by the sight of Luke’s fist pumping away on himself. “Stop tuggin’, dude!”

“Why? You’re hard too,” Luke huffed. “Make me!”

Cody was moving before he even realized it, Luke’s challenge having sparked a primitive response. He wasn’t actually mad at his friend as he collided against the other man’s heavy new body, but such an affront to his dominance couldn’t be ignored. He knocked Luke flat onto the bed, but his friend quickly turned the tables, at least for a moment. When Cody rolled and pulled his friend with him, Luke managed to land on top, but then they were back on their feet, pounding their chests before slamming their muscled mounds together. They made a mess of the room as they rolled and wrestled, acting like a pair of furry wrecking balls as they slammed into walls and tumbled over furniture. Though their fight was furious it lacked actual fury, with the pair feeling a very different emotion as their bodies writhed. They each savored the sensation of the other’s soft hair rubbing against them, of their oozing cocks grinding together and their expanded muscle straining. They relished the physical exertion, not trying to hurt the other as much as simply establish who was in charge.

Cody was face down on the hotel floor when they finally wore each other out, with Luke’s heavy body holding him in place. The brunette wanted to keep going, or at least he thought he did, but he was out of steam. “Get the fuck off me,” Cody growled.

“Say it! Say I beat you,” Luke barked, grinding his oozing cock against the other man’s meaty globes.

“Fine. You beat meeEEEEEEEKK!” Cody’s eyes went wide at both the sound and the sensation. Something about Luke’s fat cock slipping inside felt oddly right at the moment, as if his friend had earned the privilege since he’d bested him, but nothing about the shrill screech sounded appropriate. “Fu…fuck, dude. You…you feeeEEEKKK…feel so big…so…so… biiIIIIEEEEEKKK!” The parts of Cody’s former self that still clung on were mortified at the helpless, simian screeching. They refused to be contained, no matter how hard he tried to hold them back, each one bringing with it a thrill of its own. Like using his warped muscle while they’d wrestled, the animalistic howling was exhilarating in its own right, adding to the confusing joy of Luke’s hips hammering into him.

For his part, the now-bald bruiser on top thrust with wild abandon. There was no technique, just raw, primal desire. “Dude! Do you hear yourself? You sound so funnEEEEEEK!” Luke went crimson at the sound of his own screech, though he maintained the pace of his pummelling. “What?! MEEEEKKKK…me…too? What the fuuEEEEKKK! EEEEEK!” The screeching stud didn’t piece together what was happening, but that didn’t change the result. As he neared a rapid climax, he devolved entirely into a writhing, screeching mass of muscle and fur. Like his penetrated friend, the former ladies man was helplessly horrified at his actions, at his jackrabbit hammering and simian screams, but, at the same time, he’d never felt better. He felt strong and powerful in an instinctive, primal way, the trappings of taboo and social expectations falling away as he unleashed load after load into the similarly screeching brunette. “Bro…that was…whoa…” he panted, his heavy, hairy pecs heaving while he pulled out. Before Cody could respond, he flipped the other man over and started pumping, flashing his oversized smile at the way the brunette kept screeching until he blasted all over himself.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” Cody finally chuckled, seemingly unbothered by the copious spattering of cum trickling through the chocolate pelt on his beefy new torso. “That was awesome, bro! You fucked me, like, so good. But next time I’m gonna beat you for sure.”

“Yeah right,” Luke grunted, flexing one of his lengthened, thickened arms. “You wish.”

There was a moment of silence as the two sat on the floor, looking back and forth at each other and their own altered bodies. They stretched and pumped their shortened legs, wiggling the widened toes that capped their comically widened feet and seeming unsure of what to do with themselves in general. “Do you feel, uh, weird,” Cody finally asked. “I feel like we’re forgettin’ something.”

Luke nodded. “Uh-huh. My head feels funny as shit,” he grunted, giving his bald scalp a rough rub with his enlarged hands. “But that’s, like, normal right? Jordan always…”

“Jordan!” Cody was on his feet and heading for the door without giving it a second thought. “Dude! How the fuck did we forget about him?”

“I just said my head was, like, bad,” Luke huffed, following behind as the naked brunette lumbered out into the hallway.

Following their new instincts, the pair waddled down the hall and up the stairs as fast as their warped legs would carry them, nearly falling into a gorilla-style knuckle walk on several occasions. The former jocks didn’t pay any attention to their exposed state or feel as if they should cover themselves, nor did Cody even register the obvious cum stains he carried on his prominent new chest. Fortunately, given the late hour they didn’t encounter anyone else out and about as they made their way to what passed for the hotel’s best suite on the top floor and started pounding on a door they somehow knew belonged to Jordan.

The toned blonde didn’t appear at all surprised when he saw the state of his former tormentors. Clad only in a pair of thin checkered pajama pants, the smaller man looked like a model compared to the burly brutes, his delicate features seeming all the more handsome as he played the role of beauty to their beasts. He looked the pair up and down, smirking. “I wondered when you two would show uuUUUUHHHH…!” He broke off in a gasp when Cody abruptly scooped him up and threw him over a shoulder, feeling a sudden rush of air on his perky little bubble when Luke pulled his pants free. Jordan did his best to stay collected when the brunette tossed him onto the bed, noting the hungry manner in which the pair eyed his own rapidly hardening cock. “It looks like you boys have been having fun,” he said, nodding at the matted hair on Cody’s chest.

“Yeah dude,” the brunette nodded excitedly. “We wrestled and that was, like, so fun. But Luke won, which sucked, but then he fucked me real good,” Cody said, apparently oblivious to the way he’d started tugging on his thickened cock. He looked over at his bald friend, but the bearded hulk had become captivated by his own pecs, grinning from ear to ear as he flexed and bounced each one independently. “He came in me so hard, dude. Then he jerked a big load outta me, too! You should’a heard us, bro. I couldn’t stop makin’ these eek-eek ook-ook noises.”

“He sounded so funny,” Luke added, still focused on his dancing pecs.

“So did you!” Cody shot back as he squared up, threatening to start their struggle all over again.

“Boys, boys,” Jordan said calmly but sternly. “You need to behave when we’re not at home, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Cody said, looking sheepish. A part of him also rebelled against the notion that he and Luke lived with Jordan, but it quickly fled. Of course they did. Of course the other man took care of them. “But he started it!”

Jordan sighed and shook his head. “I don’t care who started it. And should we have been running around the hotel naked?”

“No,” Luke pouted, finally looking up from his chest. “But it wasn’t our fault! I don’t even know how we got down there!”

Cody nodded. “I can’t remember shit, man. It’s all so…I dunno…fuzzy.”

“I’m sure it is. My head’s spinning and I’m the one who paid for all this,” Jordan chuckled. “Finding the photo booth itself cost a pretty penny, and then having the enchantment tweaked was no small investment. Looking at you two, though, I think it was more than worth it.” Cody and Luke beamed at Jordan’s proud smile, completely ignoring the rest of the blonde’s statement. “Do you need a snack,” Jordan asked, motioning to the nearby table.

“Oh, fuck yeahheeEEEKK!” Cody screeched, racing Luke to the bowl of bananas. He blushed at the sounds they made as they ravaged the fruit, a part of him finally piecing together that it would happen whenever they were too excited, horny, or otherwise worked up.

“Did theeEEEKKK…these always taste so gooOOOEEEEKKK…good,” Luke asked, the last vestiges of his former self trying their best to deny what the pair had become.

“I like how they feel,” Cody nodded, licking his lips as he finished the last banana and turned his attention back to the blonde on the bed. “Dude! Jordan’s still got one,” he cheered at the sight of the lean hunk’s rigid organ.

The brunette was on him before the smaller man could even think about getting out of the way, knocking him prone and swallowing his seven inches to the hilt. Jordan had known the pair would be a handful after their transformation, but he started to wonder if he’d bitten off more than he could chew when Luke hopped onto the bed and straddled his head with his meaty thighs, resting his inflated balls on his face.

“Here dude, you can have some of mine,” the bald brute said, letting out a proud screech when Jordan began licking at the churning orbs. Pinned as he was, the blonde was helpless to do anything when he felt Cody’s lips pull away and his legs were hefted into the air, held in place by the beefy bruiser sitting on his face while the brunette pushed his way inside.

Jordan’s ecstatic groans were swallowed by Luke’s hairy undercarriage. Whether he’d gotten in over his head no longer mattered as the brunette started thrusting, the bliss coursing through him making any secondhand embarrassment entirely worthwhile. Jordan knew that sentiment would soon be put to the test, and, as much as he wanted the bliss to continue, a part of him was eager for what came next. After so many years apart, he couldn’t wait to reintroduce the former jocks to everyone in the morning.