The Milston Incident (vignette)

Even after a month, Marty still wasn’t used to how it felt. Standing outside in public, the warm sun and humid air caressing every bit of his exposed body, filled him with an urge to panic. The rigid state of his fat eight inches didn’t help either, though the exposed hunk was more grateful than ever for its above average size. Marty had never been shy about his body prior to “the incident”, but back then he had control over when and where he revealed it. An adolescence full of sports and an early adulthood of manual labor had left him strapping and sturdy, not a gym-sculpted pretty-boy, but a rugged model of masculinity. His back and shoulders were wide and strong, his arms hanging like heavy logs next to his meaty pecs and firm midsection, while a pair of thick thighs and a plump rear rounded out his lower half. A dusting of golden hair covered his burly physique, matching the wavy mane and scruffy stubble that framed his square-jawed face. Marty looked every bit the rugged, rural mountain man that he was; he just wasn’t used to showing every one of his bits all the time. He’d long been a sought-after commodity by the women, and a few of the men, in their small town, and he was still adjusting to just how hard and fast that balance had shifted. Now, there weren’t any women around at all, unless some of their faceless “helpers” in the fullbody hazmat suits were of the feminine sort. And it didn’t mean much that all the men wanted him because they were all desperate for each other, himself included. It didn’t matter who the other man was or what he looked like; as far as they were concerned, they were all perfect for each other.

This last point was driven home when Marty saw Jake waddle out of a nearby tent and lumber towards him, the sight of the squat little stud making his cock throb. They’d been friendly competitors before the incident, each of them trying to outdo the other in terms of who could land the most hookups and maintain the best bedroom reputation around town. Jake had been like an inverse of Marty, with olive skin, raven hair and brooding features compared to the blonde’s rugged charm. They were the same twenty-six years of age, stood the same 5’10” height, and were even similarly endowed, though Jake had always boasted that he had a quarter of an inch on Marty. One of his favorite things to do before the incident had been to randomly text dick-pics to the blonde to prove it, an activity that had since been rendered pointless. Like the blonde, his cock was always on display, but, unlike his friend, it wasn’t long and wide anymore. It was short and thick, just like the rest of him. When the fog washed over the town, Jake had been horrified to find himself rapidly shrinking and filling out. In just over forty eight hours, he went from a sturdy stud to a beefy beachball, shedding over two feet in height but not nearly an equivalent amount of muscle, leaving him as a miniature meathead. He now had the overstuffed physique of a heavyweight bodybuilder packed onto a 3’6” frame, beefy, bulky and lumpy. His neck had been entirely swallowed by his chest, back and shoulders, his comically heaping pecs jutting like a ridge above his cresting muscle gut. His ass looked like a massive watermelon had been strapped to his lower back, and his thighs were so packed with muscle they pressed together all the way to the shortened stud’s knees. The lack of space between the stubby legs made Jake’s equally enlarged package all the more prominent, thrusting his grapefruit balls and wide stump of a cock forward. The once-dangling hose had lost at least half its length, but, as with the rest of the altered man’s frame, that mass had been redistributed, causing the meaty organ to swell and thicken. Now, though barely four inches long, Jake’s cock was so hefty that even one of Marty’s large hands couldn’t close all the way around it.

“How’d ya’ll do this morning,” the blonde called when Jake’s plodding steps finally brought him over.

“How do you think,” the shorter man grunted, nodding down at the small bandage in the crook of his piston-like arm. “They took more blood and told me they’re still ‘working on it.’ Whatever the fuck that means.”

Marty bit back a grin at the sound of Jake’s squeaky new voice, still not used to the way the once-deep tones had risen even after several weeks of hearing them. He wasn’t laughing AT his friend. He legitimately thought it was cute, just like the way Jake’s refined features had blunted and roughened into a rugged mask, but he knew the other man didn’t feel anywhere near the same. Not that he could blame him. Marty knew he’d gotten off relatively easy, all things considered. He was mortified at having to strut around naked all the time, but he knew how much worse he’d feel if the body he was forced to show off had been warped and twisted like so many of his friends. “Same,” Marty said, nodding to his own bandage. “Wouldn’t answer any of my questions. No news, no timeline…nothing.”

“Of course not! These fuckers did this to us,” Jake spat. “You think it’s a coincidence that they just happened to ‘catch’ what happened and show up so quick to ‘help’ us? No way. I don’t know what the fuck they did, but I know they did it.” The squat little hulk rubbed his flattened face, leaning into Marty’s hand when the blonde reached down to stroke his hair. He’d rebelled against such contact at first, hating how it emphasized the new size discrepancy between himself and the rest of the world, but now he craved whatever comfort he could get.

And he was right, though the government scientists in their bee-keeper suits would never tell that to Jake, or anyone else in town. They wouldn’t mention the strange fungus they’d found buried deep in a seemingly bottomless cave, or the strange ways it reacted when exposed to specific types of radiation, and the even stranger ways people transformed afterwards. As these things usually went, the first thoughts had been towards weaponization, and how the irradiated fungal spores could be deployed to target a specific segment of the population in order to limit an enemy's fighting force. It was considered “more humane” than something like poison because it didn’t actually hurt anyone, at least not from a strict health standpoint. It distracted them through uncontrollable urges, lust for their fellows, and limited attention spans. It rendered them unable to wear clothes. It stripped them of size, either height, mass, or both. In the end, the cloud of spores could effectively render an entire army helpless overnight, and it could do so without a single casualty. Some would consider that a development worth celebrating, but if they asked the men of Millston, specifically the ones between the ages of twenty and fifty, they might have received a different perspective.

The cloud had swept over the mountain town without warning. Like a sudden storm rolling in, a hazy fog blotted out the sky and settled over Millston and the surrounding valley. The town’s size and isolated location had made it perfect, with the mountains acting as a natural barrier to keep things from spreading. The spores would be launched over the surrounding peaks and left to fall, with the science teams ready to swoop in and control the ensuing chaos. Millston had been the Goldilocks choice not only because of its location, but its population. They needed a large enough sample size to make any real determinations, so a rural hamlet with a few hundred people wouldn’t do, while a major metropolitan area would result in more attention than they wanted. But an isolated, medium-sized mountain town like Millston was perfect. It wasn’t the tourist season, though a few had undoubtedly been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and there were more than enough locals to still draw meaningful conclusions. Once the dust had settled, when the unaffected women and men had been removed, the scientists had been able to quarantine the town and fully observe the resultant changes in bodies and behaviors. Part of their duties actually were to ensure that the men were healthy and maintain a semblance of order, whatever that looked like in a town full of naked, horny men in their prime.

Part of that order manifested in daily examinations, like the ones Marty and Jake had just gone through, where blood, vitals, and other measurements were taken. Such prodding had become a fact of life, and adding to everyone’s embarrassment was the fact that they were constantly under surveillance. The affected men had all been rounded up and re-homed downtown in hotels and coopted apartments, the doors to each removed while a security detail roamed the halls. Computers, cellphones, and other ways of connecting with the world outside of Millston had all been confiscated, but even if a few slipped through the cracks all signals were blocked from either entering or exiting the town except at very specific locations.

Other than the daily exams, this left the men in town with plenty of free time on their horny hands. A few local restaurants had been taken over to provide food, and the local gym had been made available, as well as the theater. They kept the library open, and a few other spots had been set up with streaming devices for entertainment purposes. The men were also allowed to roam, though given their lack of shoes or clothes there wasn’t far they could comfortably travel. That same exposure kept looting at a minimum, as broken glass posed a significant threat, but there didn’t seem to be much interest in civil unrest when there were so many men to keep themselves busy with. Jake wasn’t the only one in town who suspected that their helpers were actually their captors, but there wasn’t much anyone could do about it at the moment. Most, like himself, were more interested in whether or not they were forever stuck in their warped bodies.

Marty continued stroking his friend’s hair as he pulled the shorter man close. “Whether they did or didn’t, they’re kinda our only way outta this now,” he said, a shiver running through him when Jake leaned his head against his hip.

“Easy for you to say,” the smaller man sighed. In full view of several other men and suited figures, he reached over and started tugging on Marty’s solid rod, eliciting a low groan from his friend. “You still look like you should.”

The blonde closed his eyes, forcing himself to forget about where they were or what had happened. He focused instead on the things that felt good, the sun on his strong body, the sensation of Jake’s hand gliding along his cock, the fresh air filling his lungs. In that moment, he was in a paradise, not a prison. “Trust me,” he said when he finally opened his eyes, the sight of his squished friend bringing it all rushing back. “I’m not sayin’ we should be happy about it. I’m just sayin’ I still like to eat and they’re the ones with the food. Until someone comes up with a better plan…what choice do we have?”

Jake answered by leaning in and licking around Marty’s oozing head. “Can’t believe they’ve got me sucking your dick in public. Me! Shit should be the other way around we both know it.”

“Okay, first of all, no one’s ‘got you’ doin’ anything you don’t want to be doing. And two, you want me to give that big ol’ lump of yours a tongue bath you just say the word,” Marty grinned. He was just as embarrassed to be receiving a blow job in full view as Jake was to be delivering it, but if his friend wanted him to reciprocate right there and then he would. Marty felt more than a little guilty at remaining relatively unscathed, and he alleviated that by making himself, and his body, available.

Jake took full advantage of that availability, swallowing his friend’s cock and bobbing his head until the blonde sprayed down his throat. It didn’t take long, none of them had much in the way of stamina anymore, but that just meant they could do it again quicker. There was a moment of silence as Jake licked his lips and rested his head against the blonde’s abs, his stubby fingers still clutching the bigger man’s meaty rear. “Well? What’re you waiting for,” he asked with an expectant grin.

“Need you to let go of my ass first,” Marty said, flexing his bubble against the smaller man’s hands. Once free, he dropped to his knees and then hooked his arms behind Jake’s, gently bringing the stocky stud to the ground. Given the size difference it was easier if the beefy bulldog was on his back, and he knew from firsthand experience how much fun it was to writhe around in the soft grass. “Big guy’s eager this morning,” he purred, one hand running up the side of Jake’s oozing pillar while his tongue slid up the other. After a few moments of stroking he let his hands focus on the dark-haired hunks churning balls while his lips and tongue worked the sensitive shaft, loving the squeaky whimpers that grew louder and louder. Marty even loved it when Jake sprayed like a hydrant all over him, leaving his face and chest coated in a sticky layer that quickly matted his golden dusting and made a mess of his blonde mane. “If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you time that on purpose just to soak me.”

“Me? Never,” Jake said, his mock offense matched by a mischievous grin. He laughed when Marty draped himself on top, grudgingly coming to love how it felt to have a larger body pressed on top of his. At the moment, he was more focused on how the bigger man was smearing the remains between them, including their faces when he leaned in for a kiss.

“Hate to keep it all for myself,” Marty cooed when he was done. He took a final glob and ruffled it into Jake’s hair before collapsing onto the grass and pulling his friend in close. It had become surprisingly common to see sticky men wandering around town, but neither of them was in any hurry to join those ranks.

“Dude…remember when we did this with girls,” Jake asked, nestling his head against Marty’s chest as they stared up at the bright blue sky.

“Never quite did THIS with girls,” the blonde chuckled, motioning to the city around them. “Fucked in this park plenty of times, just never in broad daylight or in front of an audience.”

Jake looked down at his softened stump of a cock, still unwieldy even when it wasn’t hard and throbbing. “Think we’ll ever do it again,” he asked, knowing full well that there weren’t many people, man or woman, who could take him at his current size.

Marty reached over and tweaked one of his friend’s nubby nipples. “What? You sayin’ I’m not good enough?”

“I’m just sayin’...what if they can’t fix us? I know you’re trying, man. And I love you for it…but this is a lot. I mean, fuck the clothes. I come up to everyone’s waist! I can’t reach shit! My feet don’t touch the floor! I can’t fit my meat inside ANYONE. And don’t even get me started on how I sound.” Jake blushed as he clung to his former competitor, feeling like he was on the verge of a breakdown. He had them often, many of the guys in town did, the unabashed vulnerability just another aspect of their altered lives.

Marty held his friend in silence, wishing he had an answer. “If we’re stuck like this, then we’re stuck like this. We’ll figure it out. It’s not like we’ve had a chance to even try and adjust when we’re all caged in the city like this. Who knows? Maybe once they run their tests and figure out what’s going on they’ll let everyone back in? Or maybe we’ll just get to keep it for ourselves? Be a hell of a lot easier than trying to relocate us somewhere. And I don’t think they would’ve gone to all this trouble if they were just going to wipe everyone out afterwards.” He knew it wasn’t what his friend wanted to hear, but he also knew better than to be patronizing.

“Great. A town full of naked, horny freaks,” Jake scoffed.

“Dunno, man. Sounds like a good time to me,” Marty shrugged. He leaned in for another quick kiss when Jake started to speak, cutting his friend off. “You gave me a cum bath in the park, dude. Last night, Derek fucked me hoarse in front of about fifty other guys. And have you seen him lately? He went from 6’4” pushin’ three hundred pounds down to five feet and a hundred sopping wet. You’re not alone in this. And just ‘cause my feet can still reach the pedals doesn’t mean I’m walking on sunshine over here. We’re all goin’ through it and gettin’ through it. No one’s stoked, but if I can’t do shit about it I’d rather focus on what feels good,” he said, running his hand along the underside of Jake’s squat club. “And you feel fuckin’ great.”

The stocky stud shivered, both from the sensation of Marty’s hand on his cock and the memory of the blonde’s pounding from the night before. His friend was right, Derek had gone from a brawny hulk to a short, skinny waif, but the ruddy-haired former-hunk was doing his best to manage just like all of them. Jake gave a short laugh, his slab of a chest expanding as he took a deep breath. “Honestly, I’m glad you made it through intact. Never thought I’d say this, but I really like looking at you.”

It was Marty’s turn to blush. “Look man, I know you don’t believe me when I say it, but…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake interrupted, cutting off the impending compliment. It wasn’t that he didn’t think his friend was being genuine, he just wasn’t ready to accept it yet. “At least that makes one of us.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna keep trying to convince you,” the blonde said, raising an eyebrow when Jake shifted over to straddle his lap. “Is it working,” he asked, knowing that Jake didn’t normally like to be on the receiving end in public.

“Fake it til I make it, I guess,” Jake shrugged, quickly stroking his friend to full mast. He popped his hips and impaled his muscled melon on the blonde’s thick log, feeling more thrilled than embarrassed at the thought of getting fucked out in the open. There were several suited figures nearby, as well as close to a dozen other men, but the scientists wanted to watch as part of their observations and most of the other men were engaged in similar behavior. Just in their immediate vicinity, Jake could see a pair of men proportioned like himself, a pair that had been proportionally reduced to a similar height, a trio of slender twinks, and a wiry man who might have always been lean and shredded or who might have slimmed down from a larger frame, with a cock that looked deliciously long either way. Like himself and Marty, all of them were naked, and all of them were actively engaged in their own forms of “adjusting.” If the blonde hunk squirming between his legs was right, Jake knew he’d have no choice but to get used to his current state sooner or later, so he might as well enjoy it while things were relatively easy.

“You just want to…cum…all over me…again…don’t you…” Marty grunted, his hands locked on Jake’s plump cheeks.

The squat stud grinned and flexed his beefy arms behind his head, his cock already oozing a steady stream. “Who? Me? Wherever would you get such an idea,” he laughed.