Leaked (vignette)

Andy whimpered and bit his lip, instinctively trying to hold back the impending explosion. It was a moot point, his aching cock was already exposed and trails of liquid already streamed down his chest, to say nothing of the dampness between his cheeks, but the reflex hadn’t entirely faded. Cumming, especially in his new geyser fashion, still felt like something that should occur in private, not wherever the groaning blonde happened to be, and not in front of whoever he happened to be around. Andy knew there’d be risks when he’d agreed to become his friend’s science experiment, but he’d never imagined things ending up quite like this. “Fuuuuck,” the leaking blonde moaned, wishing he’d had more notice. Sometimes he had enough of a lead to seek out privacy, though more often than not the eruptions slammed into him without warning. And despite the muscle-melting ecstasy that accompanied them, the messy releases left the sticky stud feeling like someone with an uncontrollable bladder. At the moment, he knew he wouldn’t even make it to his feet, and it was easier to contain if he just sat there. “NNNNGGGgghhhhh…” he grunted, biting back a howl as he spasmed and sprayed. His untouched cock rocketed strand after ropy strand against the palm that hovered above, while the trickles at his chest turned into thick streams and he increasingly felt as if he sat in a puddle. Andy appreciated that Paul kept his eyes averted and focused on the TV, even as he found himself unable to look away from the beefy brunette’s shirtless, strapping frame. The damp, spasming hunk simmered at a constant level of arousal ever since things had gone haywire, but when the pressure started to build he reached new heights of desperation. Before, the thought of fooling around with another man barely even registered. Given the ease with which Andy could snag a woman, it didn’t have to. Now, though, the grunting blonde had to consciously stop himself from begging Paul to fuck him. Or to let him blow him. Or at least feel his solid, furry frame while he came. His friend regularly indulged him, but, considering just how often Andy found himself in his current state, it wasn’t feasible to do it every time. “Oh…oh fuck,” the blonde panted when he’d finally finished spraying. Now that the frenzy had faded, there was more room for the lurking embarrassment to step into the spotlight when Paul finally looked over at him, the other man’s sympathetic smile making him squirm.

“You good,” the brawny hunk asked, raising a bushy eyebrow.

Andy nodded, wincing as he climbed to his feet and felt his sticky limbs rub against his body. The back of his straining briefs were soaked, but between them and the thick towel he sat on the couch appeared to have been spared. “This isn’t getting any less weird,” he sighed, his softening cock and spent balls dangling through one of the legs of the underwear. He hated how parched he was, and the way his stomach rumbled already, necessities which would keep the horribly humiliating cycle repeating. Just because his body no longer processed fuel the same way didn’t mean he no longer required it, only now, instead of a slowly building sensation of having to relieve himself, he became increasingly, uncontrollably horny as another kind of pressure built. “Being a freak isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“They’re working on it, man,” Paul said, shaking his head. “You’ve just gotta hang in there a little longer.”

“Dude, they’ve been working on it for like a month now! Look at me,” Andy cried, spreading his arms wide. When he’d signed up for the experiment with Paul’s company, he’d been a stereotypical stud. Broad shouldered, strong armed and prominently pectoraled, with carefully crafted abs and a perky rear. His wide, jock jaw and short golden hair sealed the deal, combining with his chiseled frame to create a handsome hunk. 5’10”, ripped, and hung, Andy was used to being the center of attention for his above average appearance and easy charm, not because he was a misproportioned medical oddity. And since food had stopped having its usual impact on his body, those stellar looks had been undergoing a rapid change. His workouts had become entirely ineffective at both building and maintaining muscle, contributing to a thinning frame, while the formula’s effects on his hormones left him with enlarged, sensitive nipples and an ass that wouldn’t stop growing. Andy’s once-trim waist had started to take on a curve, his perky bubble bouncing more and more every day. He was still strong and mostly solid, but he’d already crossed from “conventionally attractive” to “unique”, and his body seemed intent on softening further.

“Come on, man. Don’t go down that road,” Paul said as he stood and put his hands on Andy’s shoulders. Where once would have stood a pair of masculine bros, now there was a marked difference between the two men. Though it wasn’t technically that much larger, Paul’s beefy, hairy frame seemed imposing next to Andy’s smooth, solid curves. It wasn’t just how the duo looked, it was how they carried themselves, with Paul’s calm, confident presence making Andy’s alterations all the more obvious. It helped that the hairy hunk was more fully clad in boxers and gym shorts, both dry, as was the rest of his exposed torso. “You can build back whatever you’ve lost once they figure this out.”

“What if they don’t? What if I’m stuck like this,” Andy asked, fighting the urge to reach out and slip his hands into Paul’s shorts.

“Then you’ll have a killer ass,” the furry jock shrugged, reaching down and squeezing a plump cheek.

“I’m not just talking about how I look, dude! I can’t even wear a shirt anymore ‘cause my tits start leaking. Do you even hear how weird that sounds?” Andy flexed his crusty pecs for emphasis, his large, lightning rod nipples buzzing from the cool air in the house. “I’m not supposed to cum from my chest. Or my ass,” he sighed, pressing the damp cheek back against Paul’s lingering hand. “What am I supposed to do? Wear a diaper and some pads over my nips? Even if it soaks up the liquid I’ll still be grunting and groaning in front of everyone like a fuckin’ pervert. I’m sure that’s real attractive.”

“You’ll always have me,” the hairy hunk said, making sure to meet the blonde’s embarrassed gaze. “I told you, man. It’s my fault you’re in the mess…I’m not going to bail.”

“I don’t need you pity fucking me for the rest of my life, dude,” Andy spat, pulling away.

Paul spun his friend back around, his expression going from sympathetic to stern. “Okay, one, fuck you. How long have we been friends? Since we were, what? Freshmen in high school? That’s almost fifteen years, man. Give me a little more credit than that. And, two, how many times have I had YOUR dick in MY mouth? I’ve told you we can swap positions whenever you want,” he said, reaching around to give his own granite cheeks a slap. “If I didn’t want to be doing this part, I wouldn’t be doing it. If I seemed weird at first it’s because I didn’t want to take advantage of anything, not because I wasn’t interested.” He paused his lecture and took a deep breath, his furry pecs rising and falling as he let out a long sigh. “I don’t care if you get your gains back and go after girls again, or if you go all soft and squishy and want nothing but dick, or somewhere in between…you will ALWAYS be my dude. Now give me a kiss to say you’re sorry,” he grinned, leaning in expectantly.

Andy went in for a quick peck that turned into a vigorous bout of tongue wrestling, his sticky frame melting in Paul’s grip. He hated that he’d made it necessary for his friend to spell things out like that, but he loved the other man for doing it. He knew Paul was telling him the truth, he’d known about the charming jock’s versatile attractions for years, but Andy still wasn’t used to reciprocating those feelings himself, or feeling so insecure in the process. And, if there were any doubts, they were eased by the sight of his friend’s thick, half-hard cock tenting his shorts when they came up for air. “I don’t blame you,” Andy said, running his fingers through the soft carpet on Paul’s heavy pecs. “About any of this, I mean. It’s not your fault. You just work for the company, dude. It’s not like you designed the drug.”

“Yeah, but I’m the one who told you about the trial,” Paul said, running his own calloused mitt through Andy’s golden mop.

“And I’m the one who signed up for it. I wanted the money, dude. I can’t even be mad at them…not really. They told me ahead of time that aaaaallllllllll kinds of crazy shit could happen. I just didn’t believe them.

“I’m glad you’re not mad at them. That makes one of us,” Paul scowled. “Shit never should’ve made it out of the lab if it could do something like this. What if it was worse? What if it…” he trailed off, not wanting to pull on that mental thread.

“At least they’re paying me a fuck-ton of money,” Andy chuckled. “I’d be livin’ it up if I could leave your house for more than an hour at a time.”

“It’s your house too,” Paul said, correcting his friend with a quick peck. “For as long as you need it to be. I just want to keep an eye on you until we know more about what’s happening.”

Andy blushed, his stomach fluttering at Paul’s protective demeanor. He’d seen his friend direct that behavior towards other people, and he’d seen how many of those people it had pulled into the brawny man’s bed, and now that the bottom-heavy blonde had experienced it firsthand he understood why. “Lucky me,” he purred, finally slipping a hand into Paul’s shorts.

“And I like watching you hang out in nothing but your underwear. Always have,” the hairy hunk winked, tugging the blonde’s damp briefs down. “Or, you know…less.”

Andy groaned, feeling a fresh surge growing already. He could feel a now-familiar tingling at his chest and ass, the sensation starting to become as natural as his twitching cock. “Do you…do you mean it,” he asked, still tugging on Paul. “That you don’t care if I go all soft?”

“Bro. Are you kidding?” The burly bear let out another slow breath as Andy pushed his shorts and boxers down, his fat cock springing free with a slap. “You’d be cute as hell if you got all thick. A big ol’ belly to go with that big ol’ booty? Fuck,” Paul grunted, pulling his friend in close and grinding his cock against the blonde’s stomach. “I know you don’t want that so I’m not, like, rooting for it or anything. I’m just sayin’...if it happens, you don’t need to worry about how I’ll feel.”

“Good to…knoooooOHHHHH…” Andy whined, a slow, steady stream oozing from his chest when Paul’s strong fingers began tweaking his inflated nipples. “Still so…crazy how…intense this is…” he sputtered, already losing control of his facial expressions. “Feels like I haven’t…cum in…weeks.”

Paul grinned and kneaded Andy’s chest, using the slick fluid to lube the blonde’s rigid cock. “I meant what I said, man. If you want to take a crack at me, I’m down.”

“Appreciate…that…” Andy whimpered, a stream now running down the inside of his thigh. “But I really…really like it…when you…fuck me,” he stammered, noticing a distinct lack of embarrassment for the first time.

“Well, you’re in luck, then, ‘cause I really like it too,” Paul purred, spinning Andy away from him. He clutched his friend’s leaking chest and popped his hips at the same time, slipping into the other man’s lubed, leaking hole as he held the blonde tight. “Goddamn, man…you are like nothing else,” he chuckled, loving the sensation of Andy’s fattened cheeks rippling against him as he started rocking.

Andy responded with a deep whimper. A part of him was still mortified at the way Paul’s roaming hands smeared the copious fluid from his chest all over his body, but another part was actually growing to like it. Sex had become a messy, full-body experience in whole new ways, and if there wasn’t anything he could do about it, he was starting to think he might as well lean into it. Paul certainly didn’t seem to mind, and his hairy frame was much harder to clean off afterward.

As if to prove that last point, Andy began to notice the brunette’s damp chest hair pressing into his back more and more. Paul sometimes looked like a wet dog by the time they were finished, and if the waterfalls running down the blonde’s chest were any indication, this would be one of those times. Andy wanted to keep going forever, to never sever the connection between him and his friend, but his body had other plans. He fell over the edge without warning, letting out a cracking wail as his kneaded pecs, untouched cock, and pummeled ass all sprayed at once. Andy could hear himself wailing and feel himself bucking and writhing, he just couldn’t do anything to stop it. Not that he wanted to. The reaction was so intense that it pulled Paul along right behind him, though the brunette’s comparatively pitiful spurting was lost in Andy’s copious deluge.

“Ooohhhhhh maaaaaaaan that was intense,” the hairy hunk finally panted, further matting the fur on his torso when he pulled the blonde in for another lengthy kiss.

“Who…who’re you…tellin’...” Andy gasped, clutching the burly man for support.

“Oh, fuck. We gotta get some protein in you,” Paul said, throwing an arm around his friend to help guide him towards the kitchen. “I mean the literal kind, not my dick,” he laughed.

Andy could have walked just fine on his own, but he leaned into the other man’s embrace, loving how willing Paul was to share in his sticky state. It wasn’t uncommon for his friend to linger matted and crusty for the rest of the day in a display of solidarity, a view that Andy never grew tired of. “Pretty sure I’ll have room for dessert,” he said, letting out a giggle when Paul gave his ass a squeeze.

“Good, ‘cause the more I think about it, the more I think we SHOULD try and get this booty bigger,” the sticky brunette said. “You know…for science. See if there’s a limit to how much it’ll grow.”

Andy blushed again at the image of his fit frame growing thick and curvy, but, considering the circumstances, a belly seemed like a foolish thing to worry about. “Only one way to find out,” he shrugged, his stomach rumbling.