Buddy System (vignette)

(Trying out an idea I'd like to develop further at some point.)

Colin wasn’t used to feeling nervous around Brady. They’d been friends since their junior year of high school, nearly a decade at this point, and the pair had experienced both triumphant highs and humiliating lows together. Parties, classrooms, locker rooms, apartments, beds, breakups, losses, tragedies; the two had shared them all. Theirs was a deep, intimate relationship forged through genuine vulnerability, a display that was rare amongst the boisterous bravado of their macho peers. Colin and Brady were both of those things, they eagerly engaged in their fair share of performative masculinity in other settings, just not with each other. There was nothing to prove and no one to pretend to be when it was just the two of them, making for a seamless, almost telepathic dynamic.

Which is why the athletic ginger’s current anxiety was so jarring. Brady’s condo should have felt no different than his own, and the man himself shouldn’t have stirred anything like the hesitant doubts currently swirling in Colin’s brain. But his friend literally wasn’t the same person he’d always been. No longer a lean, fit 5’10”, the now-hulking brunette had put on six inches of height to go along with his abundant new muscle. Brady loomed, his broadened frame gobbling up space in a way that his merely sculpted build never had. The inflated jock’s wide shoulders sat like bowling balls, his arms hanging at an angle like muscled pistons, while his heaping pecs were jutting and juicy. Brady’s waist was still tight and tapering, seeming almost impossibly so given the sheer mass of muscle positioned above, and the thick thighs and plump globes lurking below. Clad as he was in nothing but a pair of stuffed, straining heather briefs, Colin could see that his friend had indeed grown everywhere, now sporting a lengthy cock and heavy balls that put his former six inches to shame. The striated stud was stunning. Like himself, Brady had always been handsome and charming, but now he radiated a primal potence that made his pretty-boy features seem out of place. His face felt like it should have been rugged, not refined, that he should have growled and glared instead of grinned and shrugged. His transformation from jock-to-giant hadn’t happened overnight, that wasn’t how the buddy system worked, but the blossoming had still occurred at an unnaturally rapid pace.

“I don’t know, man. This all just feels so weird,” Colin said with an awkward laugh. He looked down at his own chiseled physique, feeling unusually small as his plentiful muscle strained against his tight t-shirt and cotton shorts. By any objective measure, the flustered ginger had a body well above average, one he’d worked hard to maintain, but one whose trim proportions came nowhere near the brunette’s imposing new bulk.

Brady grinned and flexed a massive arm, his sharp cheeks dimpling. “You saying I don’t look good?”

“Bro, please,” Colin scoffed, looking the nearly-naked man up and down. “You’re a fuckin’ beast. Like, S-tier stud. I just don’t know if I’m ready to, uh…feel that,” he said, emphasizing the last part.

Brady let out a loud laugh, his deepened voice shaking the walls. “THIS is what’s waiting on the other side,” he said, spreading his arms and turning in a slow circle, “but you’re going to let something like that stop you?”

Colin shrugged, the sight of Brady’s sculpted bulk chipping away at his reservations. “I just…doesn’t it seem too good to be true? There’s gotta be a catch in there somewhere,” he stammered.

“Yeah. The catch is that you have to take a dick,” Brady said, his tone flat. “But that only seems like a bad thing at first. Trust me. It’s not,” he purred, his plump lips curling into a smug grin. “It’s perfectly safe otherwise. Come on, dude. Do you really think I’d pull you in if it wasn’t safe? I just don’t want you to miss out on this. Shit is suuuuuuper hard to get, and with Andre moving next week I need a new buddy. I know you weren’t interested before, but, now that you see the results…” he trailed off and hefted his plump package, locking eyes with Colin. “I’ve only got another round or two in me, if that, and I really want to do this with you, dude. Please? We’ve always done everything together. Let’s get fuckin’ jacked that way.”

Colin sighed and rolled his eyes. Appealing to the ginger’s own vanity wasn’t a winning strategy, but as soon as Brady asked him to do it for his sake the battle was over. “What am I about to get myself into?”

“Yes! Dude, you’re the best,” the bigger man beamed, swallowing Colin in a meaty embrace. He ruffled his friend’s hair before letting him go, taking the opportunity to lord his superior size over the other man. “Won’t be so easy for me to do this pretty soon.”

“I’ll remember that,” Colin grunted, trying but failing to pull away. “Seriously, man. I’m nervous as hell over here. How does this work?”

Brady finally let go and gestured to the pair of small bottles on the nearby table, each one no larger than the cheap, omnipresent energy shots available at gas stations the world over. Their unassuming nature was a sharp contrast to the extraordinary results they provided, as well as the embarrassing process involved. “We each drink one of those and then let nature take its course,” the bigger man said. “I know it’s hard for you to imagine now, but once you take that shot you won’t want to do anything else. It’s like someone flips a switch…feels fuckin’ great, dude.”

“And how long does that part last,” Colin asked, trying his best to push down on the creeping crimson threatening to flood his pale skin.

“A while,” Brady nodded. “Especially when you first start. It’s only super intense for a few hours. After that you’re just fuckin’ horny, but what else is new, right?”

“I’d call being horny for dudes pretty new,” Colin said, unenthused.

“You get used to it,” Brady shrugged. He stepped forward and put one hand on his friend’s shoulder, using the other to stroke the ginger’s short-cropped hair. “And you’ll mostly be hot for me, just like I’ll be super hot for you,” he said, batting his bright eyes.

Colin grinned and shook his head. “I haven’t drank anything yet.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Brady purred. The bottles looked small in his huge hand when he plucked them from the table and handed one to his friend. Colin’s heart raced in his chest as he thought about what was coming. He knew his friend was right, everything he’d heard about the super supplement suggested that it was safe, far safer than traditional steroids, and without any of the annoying side effects. The worst part truly was that it needed a partner to activate, an outside catalyst in the form of another man. One half of the chemical reaction would kick off in each of them, but wouldn’t complete unless a significant exchange of fluids and pheromones occurred. Luckily the reaction primed each participant, making such exchanges a natural impulse instead of the stumbling block they should have been for a pair of straight jocks. Looking at Brady’s impossibly beautiful body, Colin convinced himself that he was willing to become a part-time homosexual if it left him in a similar state. And, like his friend had said, there wasn’t anyone else he’d rather do it with.

“Bottoms up,” the ginger said, twisting the cap free and draining it in one gulp.

“Oh, trust me…they will be soon,” Brady winked, doing the same.

Colin started to ask how long it would take for things to kick in, but the immediate, whole-body buzz answered the question for him. “Whoa! That…that’s fast,” he stammered, blinking and shaking his head. He hadn’t fully known what to expect, but, as he stood and stared at his friend, he understood with crystal clarity what the other man was trying to explain. In the blink of an eye, Brady had gone from “objectively handsome” to “subjectively irresistible.” The sudden rush of aroused affection was so intense that Colin felt like he’d been punched in the fluttering gut, his eager frame brimming with desire to the point where even his fingertips tingled. He knew he was staring, that he was blushing and getting hard in his shorts, but the last thing he wanted to do was look away. He wasn’t just turned on; it was like the first time he’d ever felt attracted to someone all over again. “I…think I’m feeling it,” he said with a bashful grin.

“What was your first clue,” Brady asked as he stepped forward and ran a finger along the outline of his friend’s rigid cock. He laughed when the ginger gasped and spasmed, his hands resting on the smaller man’s waist. “You are so cute when you blush,” he said, eliciting a deeper shade.

“This is…wild…” Colin panted, his sculpted pecs heaving as he stared up at Brady, his trembling hands hovering just above the other man’s bare torso.

The bigger brunette raised an eyebrow as he grinned at his friend. “I thought you always said you were good at this sort of thing. How come you’re acting like you don’t know what to do right now?” He leaned in without waiting for a reply, inserting his tongue into Colin’s shocked mouth.

The stunned ginger clung to Brady as soon as the moist muscles touched, his knees literally going weak. A part of his brain still couldn’t believe he was actively, passionately, making out with the man he’d known for so long, but a bigger part wondered what had taken so long. “Holy fuck,” Colin panted with an awkward, wide-eyed laugh when they came up for air. His hands were latched onto Brady’s plump pecs, instinctively kneading the meaty mounds while the other man clung to his own perky rear. “You really didn’t sell this part enough.”

“Didn’t think I’d have to,” Brady shrugged, leaning in for another quick kiss before tugging on the bottom of his friend’s t-shirt. Colin did as he was instructed and lifted his arms, his pale pecs heaving when the other man pulled it free and tossed it aside. “You’re going to look so fucking hot when this shit kicks in,” he sighed, tweaking the smaller jocks solid little nipples.

Colin blushed even harder when he failed to hold back a desperate whimper, already feeling like he was about to erupt. “Can’t believe how good this feels,” he groaned. “Don’t even give a shit about the muscle right now.”

Brady chuckled, his hands sliding down Colin’s tapering sides before landing at the ginger’s fly. He popped it open and tugged on the zipper, letting his friend’s oozing rod spring free. “Haven’t seen the little guy worked up in a while,” he cooed, running a finger around the bulbous head.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Colin grunted, spasming. His aching organ had become hypersensitive, making it clear that he wouldn’t be operating with his regular stamina. “For real, dude…I’m about to…”

“Do this?” Brady dropped to his knees and gave Colin’s cock a few quick tugs, aiming the spurting loads into his mouth like he was drinking from a squirt gun. He waited until after the eruptions had stopped to actually swallow the still-solid rod, slowly bobbing his head while Colin huffed and spasmed.

“What…what the fuck…this is…this is too much,” the chiseled ginger sputtered with a dazed laugh.

“It’s usually only this intense the first time,” Brady shrugged when he finally pulled his mouth away. “Don’t worry…I’m not judging how quick that happened.”

“You better not be,” Colin said, biting his lower lip as he looked down at Brady’s tented briefs. As he watched, his friend pushed the straining briefs free and let his own mammoth cock hang exposed, causing the ginger’s surprising statement to wade through his watering mouth on the way out. “So…uh…when do I get a taste?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” Brady said, climbing to his feet. He casually stripped out of the pointless underwear before fully undressing his friend, batting his comparatively colossal cock against the ginger’s average organ.

“Fair warning…I might not be great at this,” Colin offered as he dropped to his knees, his voice shaking as much as his hands.

“You’ll do just fine,” Brady purred, slowly running his thick log against the side of the kneeling jock’s face. He sighed when Colin finally swallowed it, his massive hands helping to guide his friend’s face as it bobbed in and out. The smaller man’s technique was hesitant at first, but, just as he’d been told would happen, Colin quickly fell into an eager, vigorous rhythm. “Wooowwwwww…I…wasn’t wrong…” Brady grunted, a shudder running through him when his friend added a pumping fist.

“This thing is so goddamn big,” Colin sputtered after coming up for air. He kept pumping the slick rod as he spoke, his eyes locked on the glistening meat as if transfixed. “Am I going to get this big?”

“If we’re lucky,” Brady winked.

“Fuckin’ hope so…fuck…whole body’s on fire, dude,” Colin whimpered, diving back in for more. As with the earlier kiss, he was surprised by how good his friend tasted. Brady’s tongue, saliva, skin, and steadily oozing cum were like nothing he’d ever experienced, like every sweet, salty, delicious flavor had been combined into one. Even his friend’s scent had become intoxicating, and Colin caught himself taking deep, huffing breaths just to breathe it in. He felt giddy and drunk, no longer able to even conceive of the reservations that had made him hesitate in the first place. All that mattered at the moment was pushing Brady over the edge so he could swallow every drop of the delectable load.

The bigger man had other ideas. “How’re things tasting,” Brady asked, flashing a smug grin.

“Never thought I’d say it, but…cock tastes great, bro,” Colin said, blinking up at Brady in a daze.

“Just wait til you feel it,” the bigger man purred. He pulled his friend to his feet and gave the ginger’s perky bubble a swat before grabbing Colin’s cock and pulling him along towards the bedroom. “That’s where the real fun happens.”

The thought of getting impaled on his friend’s mammoth member was enough to bring back a sliver of Colin’s hesitation. “But…I don’t know if I can…isn’t it a little big?” Though he hadn’t yet received an answer, he still climbed up onto Brady’s bed as instructed and positioned himself on all fours.

“Like I said…you’ll do just fine,” the bigger man grunted. He wasted no time in slipping a pair of slick fingers into Colin’s eager, virgin hole to prove his point.

“Whaaaaa…! Fu…fuck, dude! Are you…fingering me…right now…” the smaller man gasped as he squirmed.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it,” Brady purred, gently rubbing Colin’s broad, well-muscled back. “The stuff knows what it needs…keeps us nice and loose for it. See? You probably didn’t even notice, did you?”

Colin’s eyes went wide when he looked over at the mirror and saw that Brady had almost his whole hand inside him. The sensation was tight, but nowhere near the blinding pain he knew he should have experienced. Like his friend said, the rooting digits were bright and blissful in their explorations, the pleasant buzz strong enough to keep him from focusing on the fact that he was being fisted by another man. More than anything, he just wanted Brady inside him. “O…okay…you’ve…gotta put it in me, dude. I need you inside me,” he groaned, the genuine longing outweighing the awkwardness of the admission.

The bigger man just grinned and pulled his hand free. “Get ready for the new you,” he said, his deep voice barely above a whisper. Colin still caught the odd ending to the statement, but before he could even think to ask about it his vision went white. The sensation of Brady’s slick rod slipping inside was all-encompassing, the oozing organ completing the circuit between his brain and every pleasure center in his body. Colin could hear his ecstatic howling, but from a distance, his battered senses slow in bringing him back to the present moment.

When they finally did, the impaled jock found himself writhing and bucking like a beast. His fingers dug into Brady’s bed, already sopping from several of his own loads, his broad shoulders and sturdy arms tensed as he threw his trim hips with wild abandon. “HOOOUUuuoooOOUUUUuu…hoooo…holy…holy fuck,” he finally stammered. “This is…incredible…you…feel so…so good…dude…” he laughed, shaking his head. Between the whole-body buzz and the burning lust, Colin felt well and truly plastered, his disjointed thoughts struggling to congeal. “Think I’m…drunk on your…dick…dude…”

Brady just chuckled. “You’ll get used to it.”

“Fuckin’ awesome, bro,” Colin grunted cheerfully before his brow furrowed. “Wait…I will?”

“Dude. Look at yourself.” Brady slowed his thrusting and motioned towards the mirror. “You didn’t notice?”

“FUCK! What the fuck,” Colin spat, his eyes going wide at the unfamiliar mountain of muscle on the bed. He’d been so overwhelmed by the sheer ecstasy of it all that he hadn’t noticed himself growing, how Brady didn’t seem nearly so large looming behind him. The ginger’s shoulders had already expanded into a wide shelf, the arms holding him up having turned into burly pistons to support the weight. The pecs hanging between were now thick and heavy, making the tensed abs below seem even tighter as they flexed in time with Colin’s writhing. The ginger’s perky bubble had inflated into a pair of meaty globes, the ample cheeks rippling and shaking on impact, while his thickened thighs did the same. And, like Brady, Colin was stunned to discover a widened, lengthened club of a cock flopping and slapping between his inflated legs. “What…is this?! I…I thought I still had to…workout…” he sputtered, finally aware of the lingering pressure that made it clear he was still growing.

“Normally you would, but, like I said…I’m on a timeline, here,” Brady grunted, picking up the pace of his thrusting again. “There’s a version of the formula that makes a person like their buddy pretty much instantly…hence all this,” he said, reaching around to squeeze Colin’s meaty new chest and pull the other man upright. He no longer towered over the ginger, but was instead able to rest his head on a thickened shoulder and nibble on his friend’s ear. “Most people don’t go that route because it’s a bitch on the old noggin,” he chuckled, giving Colin a quick peck on the side of the head. “But we’ll manage.”

“Wha…what?! But…but that’s not what you…” the red-headed hulk whimpered, his eyes wide as he stared at himself. Pulled upright, he could see that Brady was telling the truth, that he’d adopted his friend’s Adonis-like physique. He was striated and strapping, his broadened body brimming with abundant bulk to fill in the gaps as he’d shot up several inches in height. Panicked as he was, he barely noticed when his untouched new club erupted again, but Brady didn’t miss the show.

“Does wonders for the hormones, too. That’ll probably be happening a lot more often going forward, but, again…didn’t think you’d mind.” Colin wanted to protest, but the fractured thoughts fled before he could even start to bring them together. Brady had reached around and started pumping, the sensation of his inflated meat filling the other man’s massive hand becoming his sole focus. “See? I know it’s a lot to take in all at once, especially now, but trust me, bro…you’re going to love it. Now that we’re both on the same level we can really have some fun. I’ve already got a website started and you can quit that boring job and we can just lift and hangout like the good ol’ days. You won’t even have to wear any clothes!”

“But…but I…I…won’t?” Colin asked, shaking his head. It didn’t sound entirely right, but Brady seemed happy about it, a fact that was quickly rocketing up his list of priorities.

“And hide this hot new body? No way, dude,” Brady laughed. “Just look at us!”

Colin grinned and flexed when Brady did, the rutting studs making the room around them seem small. “I’m fuckin’ huge, bro,” the ginger finally said with a grin.

“You sure are, bud. You would’ve gotten here eventually, but I’m already too big and wouldn’t have been able to finish with you. And it’s not like I could let you find a different buddy, right?”

Colin blinked and eventually shook his head when he saw his friend’s stern expression. “No way!” he said, the thought of being separated from his friend the only source of any real anxiety at the moment.

“So I sped things up. I mean, okay, yeah, maybe I withheld some details, but we got here, right? And I got you, bro. You know I’ll take good care of you.”

The words made Colin’s stomach flutter. A part of him was still dimly aware of what just happened, that he’d been turned into a horny, hulking himbo, but any concerns were quickly doused by the knowledge that he’d now be spending all of his time with the gorgeous man currently lighting up his insides. Compared to that, nothing else mattered.

Colin managed to unleash three more eruptions before Brady finally came, the warm liquid matching the warm glow filling his insides. He heard what his friend said about what they’d tell people, that the inflated, addled ginger knew the risks and decided to roll the dice anyway to try and catch up, but he didn’t pay much attention. It didn’t sound right, and he was too busy basking in the beautiful brunette’s presence to care.