Pumpkin Patch

Alex looked around the bustling bar, torn between relief and embarrassment. On the one hand, the crowd, though considerable, was nothing like the shoulder-to-shoulder mass of humanity at every other spot they’d been to so far. The two young men could actually approach the bar and order a drink, they actually had room to move around and breathe and not shout at the top of their lungs to be heard. There was even room on the dance floor if they felt so inclined. The packed nature of the other establishments wasn’t a complete surprise as Halloween was always the busiest night downtown. It had been that way before either of them had been students at the nearby university, and it likely always would be as long as the school stayed open. But the crowds that year were unlike anything they’d ever seen. Even with their broad-shouldered builds and the streets closed to traffic, the two hunks had struggled to force their way across town. They’d quickly become separated from their friends, and it was only due to the nature of their joint costume that they managed to stay together themselves. So to find a bar with only a moderate crowd was like stumbling across an oasis in the desert. On the other hand, the all-male crowd and countless, lingering eyes made it clear they’d walked into unfamiliar territory for a pair of straight jocks. And while both of the athletic hunks would have turned heads in such a setting no matter what they had on, their current lack of clothing made the attention an inevitability.

The “pumpkin patch” costume had been Connor’s idea, a way for both of them to show off the sculpted physiques they’d continued to hone in the few years since graduating. At only twenty five, they each easily could have passed for one of the countless college students, and they still saw themselves within the acceptable “partying” window. They weren’t old, not yet, but they knew they only had a few more of these Halloweens in them at most. That impending finale was what made Alex bite down on his embarrassment and agree to strut around town in nothing but a pair of bright green sneakers and bright orange briefs with a jack o’lantern face stretched across his perky, solid bubble. Connor was clad in an identical outfit, with a green rope wrapping around each of their trim waists to serve as the “vine” connecting them.

It wasn’t so much a costume as it was a way for the smug stud to show off. Connor never missed an opportunity to flaunt his superior physique, and, to be fair, no one ever complained when he did. The blonde jock was lean and shredded, his sculpted muscle crafted with surgical precision through endless exercise and strict attention to his diet. The parts of his body he wanted large, like his chest, shoulders and arms, bulged in all the right places, while the parts he wanted small, like his waist and stomach, were trim and tight. The parts that sat in between on that spectrum, like his ass and thighs, he kept toned and solid, maintaining a careful equilibrium with the rest of him. The fact that he’d won the genetic lottery helped complete his above-average appearance, as the parts of himself that he had little control over, like his face and package, kept pace with the rest on their own. Connor’s face was square and strong while maintaining a youthful charm, and his plump package bulged like an envy-inducing grapefruit had been wedged into the skimpy briefs. As someone who both craved constant attention and stripped at the slightest provocation, strutting through town in nothing but his underwear had been a dream-come-true for the blonde beauty, the holiday merely serving as a convenient excuse.

For his part, Alex was significantly less comfortable, though his tapering proportions were easily able to hold their own against the other man. After all, a big part of what made their costume work was how similar they were to each other; a pair of matching pumpkins in a buff, bare patch. The problem was that the sandy-haired hunk lacked Connor’s exhibitionist streak. Alex was happy to pop his shirt off or “horse around” with the guys when drunk, but someone’s backyard or the locker room was a far cry from spending several nearly-naked hours in public. The constant attention made the athletic young man skittish and insecure, aware of his plump lips, button nose, and dimpled chin in a way that left him feeling more awkward than arrogant. Alex wasn’t shy when it came to his body; he just liked having more control over how he exposed it, who saw it, and when those things happened. Giving everyone in town a view of his clearly outlined cock-head wouldn’t have been his first choice, but Connor was nothing if not convincing. Alex’s current strategy for coping with that anxiety was to continue drinking and try not to think about it, a course of action that was thankfully enabled by their ability to actually get a bartender’s attention at their current location.

“Number four!” Connor said, cheerfully clinking their shot glasses together before draining the tequila in a single gulp. He grimaced and shook his head while Alex did the same, his sculpted shelf of a chest rising and falling as he heaved a relieved sigh. “Just about caught up. Thank fuck we found this place.”

“About that…” Alex said, motioning around the room with his eyes. “You’ve noticed, right?”

“Second we walked in,” Connor shrugged. “About to give these dudes the best night of eye candy they’ve ever had.”

“Is this place new? How have we never been here before? And when did we even get a gay bar in this town?” Alex looked around again, his feelings of embarrassment growing when he realized that they were the only ones in costume. He saw plenty of shirtless, scantily clad men, men in nothing but tiny shorts, or wearing leather and harnesses, and even a few in their underwear like themselves, but he doubted that Halloween was the cause of their outfits. And, like Connor said, while many of those men were in excellent shape, none of them were exactly on their level. Not that Alex was concerned with competition. The sandy-haired stud was too busy trying to retrace their steps to get a sense of which bar this had been the last time they’d been there. His earlier question wasn’t hyperbole, he and Connor had literally been in every bar in town over the years, but this one was unrecognizable. He didn’t remember any of them having a broad, recessed dance floor or stage, and the dated neon lights and glass block partitions were entirely unfamiliar. It felt like they’d stepped back into the eighties or early nineties, or at least that’s what he assumed since neither he nor Connor had actually been around for them.

“Fuck if I know,” the blonde said, motioning to the bartender for another set of shots. “I’m just glad we did! Get comfy, ‘cause we’re posting up here for a minute. No way am I going back out into that crowd right now.”

Spending the night in a gay bar wasn’t at all how Alex thought the evening would go, but Connor had a point. With the crowds being what they were, flirting or trying to land a hookup was futile. At least here there were people who could enjoy their outfit like they’d planned. Alex blushed at the unaccustomedly arrogant thought, blaming his friend for rubbing off on him. “I might need to slow down after this one. I’m starting to feel it,” he chuckled. He made a show of flexing his impressive bicep as he drained the shot, tensing his perky bubble and showing off his impressive washboard as he leaned back to finish it off.

Connor followed suit, flashing a mischievous grin as he wiped his mouth. “We’ll just have to sweat it out,” he said, grabbing the rope and tugging Alex down to the dance floor.

“No, dude, come on,” the sandy-haired jock protested as he stumbled after his friend. He didn’t want to make a show of resisting, but writhing on a crowded dance floor in his underwear in the middle of a gay bar felt like it crossed a line.

“Don’t be such a pussy, dude,” Connor chided, pursing his lips and making a show of slowly pulling Alex towards him by the rope. “When else are you going to get this chance? Just relax and enjoy it. We work hard for this shit,” he said, reaching up to tweak the pert nipples on Alex’s plump pecs. “Nothing wrong with showing it off.”

The blushing jock swatted his friend’s hands away and shook his head, grinning despite himself. “Why do I get the feeling you’ll be coming back here to do this whenever you need an ego boost,” he asked, awkwardly swaying his hips and shoulders to the pulsing beat.

“JUST me? What kind of wingman are you,” Connor asked with mock offense, his pecs bouncing up and down as he swayed to the music. He made a show of flexing and posing as he ran his hands up along his defined torso, slowly raising his arms while swiveling his hips. “Get those guns up, dude. This ain’t a high school dance.”

“You’re lucky I’m fucking wasted already,” Alex laughed, his muscled arms lifting towards the ceiling. He blushed and felt his stomach flutter as groping hands squeezed both his bulge and backside, with strange fingers running along his abs or across his broad back. He’d never been so openly objectified and manhandled, but, looking around at the crowd, everyone was doing it to each other. He could have left. He could have made it clear he wasn’t interested. But he was. As Alex writhed and bounced and swayed, he realized he actually was enjoying himself. Though they each identified as straight, neither of the handsome hunks were homophobic or close-minded. They’d even joked about how much better it would have been if they were gay, as their homosexual peers seemed to have far fewer hoops to jump through when it came to fucking. If anything, Alex felt guilty for flaunting a body that wasn’t on the menu, or at least that’s what he told himself.

“See? I told you it’d be fun,” Connor said, finally breaking the sweaty silence after a few songs. He tensed his stomach as a hand reached around from behind to stroke it, popping his hips to throw his ass back in case its partner was looking for something to latch onto.

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex groaned, rolling his eyes. “You were righmmpff…!” He was cut off when a strong hand unexpectedly turned his chin, a pair of unfamiliar lips landing against his own. It all happened so fast that Alex was instinctively returning the gesture, his own tongue forcefully meeting that of the stranger’s as it entered his mouth, before he fully realized what was happening. At the same time, he felt the man’s other hand slip into the front of his briefs, his cock surging against the calloused palm. Alex was too flustered to even think of pulling away, and the fact that withdrawing hadn’t happened as a reflex only added to his confusion. He’d never kissed another man like this, had never had his cock tugged on by one, and the sensation was far from unpleasant. The stranger’s scratchy stubble tickled against his own smooth features, and the man’s body felt like a hairy boulder as it pressed against him. He got a better look when the hulking hunk broke off the kiss and planted one on Connor, the sight of his trim, tapering friend writhing in the arms of the broad-shouldered beast making his cock spring to full mast. The man was clad in nothing but a leather harness that further emphasized his heaping pecs, a matching leather jockstrap, and a pair of large black boots. His olive skin and raven hair only added to his imposing presence, also making it difficult to guess his age, though he appeared to have at least a decade on the younger pair. Alex watched Connor’s thick cock solidify like his own as the man’s hand went to work, his eyes lingering on the stranger’s equally imposing pouch. The tipsy hunk wondered where it was all headed, exactly how far he and his friend would be willing to go, and he blamed the alcohol for thinking it would be all the way.

“That was…unexpected…” Alex said with a bashful grin after the man broke off the kiss and lumbered away. He was increasingly aware of his own erect state, but no one else seemed to mind. Now that he was paying attention he saw plenty of hands in plenty of pants, and he felt a strange rush of solidarity similar to when he was on one of his various teams.

Connor’s flush face beamed, his eyes wide. “Bro! This. Place. Is. Awesome,” he said, lunging forward and grabbing Alex’s face to plant a kiss of his own.

As before, Alex was too shocked to do anything other than return the gesture, his hands gliding down his friend’s back and slipping into the other man’s briefs. “Did…did you just kiss me,” he asked with a sputtering laugh.

“I’m just going with the vibe,” Connor purred, grinding their tented cocks together. “Have we been missing out on this shit the whole time? I feel fucking great, dude. Our dicks are out on the dance floor and no one gives a shit! Place is a dream come true!” Connor leaned in for another quick kiss before resuming his writhing, seeming entirely unbothered by his tented briefs. Alex wasn’t quite as enthusiastic about his erect exposure, but he didn’t let that stop him from falling back into rhythm. Like before, a flock of hands found their way to his swaying form, now slipping into his briefs as well as lingering on top. At one point his aching log sprang fully free, but he took his time in trying to put it away. Everyone had already seen it, and it would just be outlined anyway, so he didn’t see much point.

He was also having a harder time than anticipated trying to fit it inside. His briefs felt tighter than they should, had been feeling that way for a while, but he’d been attributing that to his fat six-and-a-half inches taking up too much space. Now, as the organ wagged free, that tightness remained. “Dude, does my costume look…weird…” Alex turned to ask Connor if something looked off, but his question was answered as soon as he looked at the other man. The blonde’s bouncing bottom was noticeably larger than it should have been. His friend’s cheeks weren’t just perky and solid, they were ample. There was an extra ripple to them as they pulled the elastic band of the briefs low and started to spill out the sides, and Alex thought the oblivious blonde’s thighs looked slightly thicker as well. A frantic groping of his own bottom revealed that he’d undergone a similar growth spurt, though the discovery didn’t produce as much panic as he’d expected. “Co…Connor! Bro! Your…your ass is bigger!”

“It is?” The writhing blonde stopped swaying and grabbed his inflated bubble, his eyes going wide. “Fuck! It is! That’s…that’s…” he hesitated, his brow furrowing before his eyes brightened. “...fucking sick, bro!” he laughed, adding an extra swaying of his hips as he resumed dancing.

“It…is? But that’s…no it’s…” Alex left the statement unfinished, his head spinning as he fell back into his own gyrations. He’d managed to stuff himself away, and he started to strangely regret the decision when each passing minute increased the constriction. He knew what Connor said didn’t make sense, and that the sight of his friend’s steadily-inflating rear, an inflation he underwent himself, should have been horrifying. But it wasn’t. He felt anxious and nervous and a little embarrassed; turned on, not terrified. It was the kind of thrill that came from something new, not something scary. Watching their lower halves expand into oversized territory, Alex knew they should have been more distraught over having their precision-crafted bodies warped out of shape, but then he saw the hungry eyes and felt the hungry hands. The way his ample new rear shifted and squished and bounced, the way his thighs had started to rub together at the top, it all should have been a nightmare, not a source of confusing arousal. Connor’s now-colossal cakes had officially crossed into caricature territory, reaching a size that would have been impossible without surgical intervention, just like his own. The supple mounds jutted like a shelf, and it wasn’t until Alex realized that they’d become the size of the pumpkins they’d dressed as that he noticed the other changes. Connor was no longer wearing orange briefs; his now-bare cheeks had been painted orange and adorned with the jack o’lantern eyes and mouth. When his friend turned, Alex saw that the other man now had an orange sleeve over his rigid cock, just like he did himself. He’d been so focused on the strange sensations of his bouncing and shaking that he hadn’t noticed the tightness vanishing. The rope was still tied around their waists, their shredded midsections looking tighter than ever above the bulbous curves below, and Alex thought about grabbing it and trying to flee with Connor in tow.

“That’s not what you really want, is it?” The stricken stud gasped when he turned and came face-to-face with the brooding stranger who’d kissed him earlier. “If it was, you would’ve left before any of this even happened.”

Alex swallowed hard, a shiver running through him when the man grabbed his yielding globes. “What…what DID happen,” he asked, his hands instinctively landing on the man’s hairy slab of a chest. He didn’t want to push the stranger away; he wanted to stroke the wiry fur and feel the ample muscle for himself.

The man grinned and leaned in for another kiss. “All I did was plant a seed. You made it grow. So much fertile soil in there,” he said, stroking the younger man’s sandy crop. “One little kiss and aaaaallllllll those new desires sprouted like weeds,” he cooed, his deep voice rumbling against Alex’s palms.

“What the fuck does that even mean,” the bottom-heavy hunk whimpered. “I…we…didn’t want this! I look like a goddamn freak!”

The man gave Alex’s oversized rear a swat. “We don’t use that kind of language around here, young man,” he purred. “You didn’t lose anything that you wanted to keep. Just look at your friend over there,” he said, nodding at Connor’s beaming, bouncing bottom. “Does he seem unhappy? You two are about to have all the attention you’ve ever wanted, along with a whole new menu of delightful opportunities. You still want to chase pussy? Go ahead. But I think you’ll find your tastes have…expanded. A little jarring, maybe. But you’re the ones who wandered in here on Halloween. It’s not ‘or’...it’s tricks AND treats.”

Alex whimpered again as he watched his friend’s fat cock slap against his abs as the blonde started twerking. When he turned back to face the stranger the man was gone, but he didn’t have time to look for long before the DJ’s voice interrupted the music.

“It’s almost midnight, and you know what that means,” he cheered, sounding a horn. “Time for a visit to the pumpkin patch!”

“We’re up, bro,” Connor grinned, grabbing the rope and hauling his friend towards the stage. Alex blushed and waddled along behind, feeling like he was on autopilot when the music started up again and he found himself twerking and writhing for the increasingly attentive crowd. A part of him couldn’t believe any of it was happening, especially when he and Connor casually shucked their pouches and started jerking themselves and each other off in front of everyone. He’d never felt anything like it, on several levels, but the thought of stopping never once entered his mind. He loved the sensation of Connor’s lips against his own, of the other man’s hand, and then mouth, wrapped around his aching rod. He loved the feeling of his friend’s cock gliding over his tongue, and he loved even more that it was happening where everyone could see it. Alex had never felt so free or unencumbered in his life. He was so used to carrying it that he’d never even noticed the burden to begin with until its weight wasn’t there.

“Aaaaaalright fellas,” the DJ interrupted again, “get those tools ready ‘cause it’s time to carve some pumpkins!”

Alex just grinned as he and Connor dropped to their knees facing one another. He leaned in for a kiss as the first man entered him, his whole body lighting up from the inside. He’d never imagined anything that could feel so good, and he never wanted it to end. Looking back over his shoulder at the growing line, he knew he wouldn’t have to worry about that for a while.

*******

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…give it…give it to me…” Connor’s grunts echoed around the empty space, joining the sound of slapping bodies as Mike’s frame slammed into his fleshy bumper. The rugged hunk’s brawny bulk was bare save for a jack o’lantern mask as he didn’t want to show his face on the internet.

Next to the beefy brunette with the piledriver hips was a stocky, raven-haired wall of lumpy muscle, similarly clad while he hammered into Alex’s rippling rear. “FuuUUUuucccCCKKkk meeeEEEeee haaaAAAArrrRRRdddDDeeeRRR…” the sandy-haired stud wailed, his face a mask of pained ecstasy. Nothing actually hurt, the pair’s oversized rears were made to take a pounding, but the white-hot bliss was agonizing.

It was an exquisite torture to which the bottom-heavy hunks were quickly becoming accustomed. They still didn’t remember what happened on Halloween or how they’d acquired their impossible new proportions. The last thing they knew they’d just made it downtown for the night, and then they were waking up the next morning tangled together in bed with their heaping, fleshy new globes. Far from being panicked, though, the pair somehow knew what to do with them. They’d been shocked and surprised, but there was something familiar about the pillowy cheeks and how it felt when one of them was inside the other. They knew the taste when they kissed, both lips and cocks, and each savored the sound of the other’s ecstatic cries.

Which isn’t to say that the pair hadn’t needed to adjust. The way their bodies moved, the way their heavy lower halves fought against the perpetually-tight clothes they’d had to buy, their altered social standing; it was all new. The formerly-straight studs had to get used to the way they always bounced, the way they always filled out their pants, the way everyone stared. Their friends, family and coworkers all reacted as if something had changed about the men, but, like the altered duo, never with the intensity they should have. Most treated the strange situation like a simple “coming out”, which, since the two had become inseparable, it essentially was.

They’d found the bar one night while out on a jog a few weeks later. They were both still adjusting to the way their heavy bottoms spilled out of the obscenely small jogging shorts, but neither even thought of wearing something else. “Adjusting” didn’t equate to “dreading,” and the two actually enjoyed the mix of shocked, lustful stares they received. With their sculpted torsos and overly thicc thighs, no one else in town was even close to being built like them.

The pair had reached the edge of downtown and were about to turn around when Alex noticed a boarded up building whose door was slightly ajar. He’d had a strange impulse to look inside, and as soon as he saw the dusty bar, the recessed dancefloor, the stage, and the milky glass block structures, he knew what they had to do. He felt like he’d been there before, like he was coming home despite never remembering a time when he’d actually been inside. He had visions of a crowded dance floor, of bright neon lights and a well-stocked bar. Neither he nor Connor had thought of being business owners, but, ever since their strange transformation, something felt like it was missing. They’d been attempting to fill that hole with as many rigid rods as they could get their heavy cheeks around, but as soon as they saw the dusty old building they knew they’d found what they were after.

They’d immediately started an OnlyFriends to fund the purchase of the building along with the renovations, and they used their eager, ample bottoms to reward their friends for coming over to help with the manual labor. They knew plenty of fit, capable young men who were happy to chip in and help, and It cut down on costs. As Mike, Ryan, and a rapidly growing group of virile volunteers had learned, taking a crack at the pair’s plump pumpkins was much more enticing than free pizza and beer. At the rate they were going, and with all the new helpers that came by as word spread, it wouldn’t be long at all before the Pumpkin Patch was open for business.