Flipped

“Dude, get that thing away from me,” Cody barked, jumping back as if Noah held a hissing viper. “You can fuck yourself over all you want, just leave me out of it.”

The dark-haired man grinned as he held the coin up between thumb and forefinger. At first glance it looked like an ordinary quarter, but a closer inspection revealed the intricate etchings that lined the perimeter on each side. “You can’t tell me you’re not tempted, man,” Noah said, swallowing the coin in a meaty fist.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying!” Cody cried. “And I’m trying to understand why you’re so amped about this in the first place! Other than your terminal need to make the worst decisions possible, I mean.”

“You won’t feel that way for long,” Noah shrugged. “When I’m all jacked and hung and drowning in pussy over here, I’ll remember what you said about my decision making.”

“And when you’re nothing but skin and bones WITH a pussy I’ll be sure to say I told you so,” Cody sighed. “You’re literally hanging your future on a coin toss. What the fuck is wrong with you?” After nearly two decades of friendship, the bearded brunette was used to being exasperated by his roommate. At twenty six, both he and Noah were still in their prime, with fit, athletic frames, handsome, youthful faces, and plenty of libido to spare. They weren’t hulking meatheads, but were trim and tapering, their lean frames covered in impressive amounts of definition. They had the kinds of bodies that looked good no matter what they wore, that managed to turn heads with almost no effort on their part. Whether they were disheveled and frumpy, right out of bed or sweaty from the gym, or primped and put together for a night on the prowl, the pair made it work. Which is why Cody was so confused. He knew how good he looked with his chiseled frame and charming, boy-next-door face, and he didn’t understand how Noah couldn’t see the same thing about himself. With his mediterranean hue, seductive stubble, and raven hair, the olive-skinned stud had even less to worry about. They each stood a solid six feet, they each sported a more than serviceable six-and-a-half inches, and they each possessed a popular, effervescent personality. Cody knew that Noah wanted more muscle, his friend was always trying to get bigger, but a magic coin that could take just as easily as it gave felt like a drastic option.

“Whatever, man. It’s exciting,” Noah said, looking around their compact apartment. “You can’t tell me you’ve never wanted to shake things up just for the hell of it.”

The brunette’s eyes narrowed. “We’re not talking about a haircut, dude! You could permanently mess yourself up! You’ve got a good thing going, bro. What are you going to do if you wind up with half your size instead of double?”

“I’ll have you to protect me from the bullies,” Noah cooed, pursing his plump lips. “Honestly dude…who gives a shit? I’ve been so fucking bored lately. Like, is this it? We just do this for the rest of our lives? Go to work, go to the gym, hook up, then do it all over again? I mean…what the fuck?!”

Cody nodded, his expression going from stern to sympathetic. “Okay, here’s an idea: why don’t you take that quarter and spend it on some goddamn therapy instead of gambling with your existence? You’re just in a rut, bro. There are easier ways to get out of it than…”

“Heads I get more muscle,” Noah interrupted, locking eyes with Cody as he flipped the coin. He plucked it midair and slammed it onto the back of his other hand, maintaining the defiant eye contact. “Here we go,” he said, his eyes going wide when he lifted his hand. “Yes! Heads! I told youuuOOOUUUHHH!” Noah broke off in a grunt as his body started to expand. Already-broad shoulders pushed further apart, inflating into a matched pair of boulders that increasingly complemented the burly arms hanging on either side. Noah’s tight t-shirt managed to hold on for the initial surge, straining until it looked like a cropped tank clinging to the swelling stud’s strapping torso, but it gave out with a loud tearing sound when the growth continued. Sculpted pecs became heavy and heaping, Noah’s trim waist became a shredded, prominent muscle gut, his perky bubble ballooned into a set of meaty globes, and toned thighs solidified as a set of sturdy trunks. When the impossible growth finished mere moments later, where once stood a chiseled jock now stood an imposing bodybuilder. Even Noah’s face had hardened and filled out, his features sharpening to match the beautiful new bulk below. “FUCK YES! LOOK AT ME, DUDE,” the inflated Adonis roared, breaking into double bicep pose. The slight motion proved to be more than his straining mesh shorts and boxers could handle, the tattered remains of both joining the scraps of his shirt on the floor.

Cody was too stunned to respond. His eyes were wide and his jaw hung open as he stared at the hulking hunk who’d replaced his friend, a slight twinge of embarrassment running through him as he caught himself gawking at the other man’s exposed bulk. They saw each other naked on nearly a daily basis, but Cody felt like he was looking at a stranger for the first time. “Oh…oh my god,” he finally sputtered. “Are you…okay?”

“Hell yes I’m okay,” Noah said with a drunken laugh, still flexing and prodding himself. “Feel this shit, dude!”

Cody yelped when his friend reached out and effortlessly yanked him forward, the sensation similar to that of being pulled behind a car. The raw strength and power radiating from the other man was surprisingly intimidating, only slightly mitigated by their years of friendship. “Damn, dude,” Cody said, blushing as he squeezed Noah’s plump new pecs and pinched his entrenched tank-tread abs. He reached around behind and gave one of his friend’s muscled melons a squeeze, his expression still dazed. “You’ve got some meat on ya.”

“This is so wild, bro,” Noah laughed, flexing wherever Cody’s hand landed. “I know we’re still the same height, but you seem so small right now.”

The bearded brunette puffed his pecs defensively, reflexively drawing himself up. “Let’s not get carried away,” he said, his tight tank-top suddenly straining when he flexed. Though still well above average by most standards, even he had to admit that his chiseled, tapering torso did look objectively tiny compared to his friend’s new size.

“Dude, speaking of small,” Noah chuckled, his mediterranean muscle taking on a slightly pink hue as he looked down at his unaltered package. Where the dangling cock and heavy balls had looked impressive on Noah’s trim, athletic frame, now they seemed almost unremarkable as they nestled between the pillar-like thighs. “Heads I get a bigger dick,” he said, flipping the coin without the slightest hesitation. The shiny disc seemed almost fragile when he plucked it from the air, but then so did everything when the entire apartment shook from Noah’s triumphant leap. “YES! Two in a row! What…what’d I tell you, dude…” he grunted, letting out a low groan as his package began to inflate. Like it had been attached to a pump, Noah’s cock lengthened and thickened until it had taken on a heavy, banana hang, the now ten-inch organ a perfect complement to the small oranges dangling underneath. His modesty forgotten, the stunned stud swiveled his hips to slap the organ back and forth before hefting it in his enlarged hand. “Oh man…we’re fuckin’ beast mode now, dude! Check this shit out!”

Before he could pull away, Cody found his hand being wrapped around his friend’s inflated organ. “That’s…uh…good for you, dude,” he sputtered, giving the other man a squeeze. He’d felt Noah’s dick before when horsing around or helping inspect his friend for injuries, but he’d never been asked to openly grab and appreciate it. “Before you ask, these are nice too,” he said with an awkward laugh, giving Noah’s heavy new balls a tickle.

“Bet this thing’s a big shooter, dude,” the musclebound mountain cheered, letting Cody pull away when he felt the thickened organ twitch.

The blushing brunette shook his head as he watched his friend grope himself. “I don’t think you need me here while you figure that out. Are you good now? Can we put the coin away?”

“Fuck that! We’re on a streak, man! We’ve gotta make it three-for-three,” Noah scoffed. “This shit’s almost the perfect package…just need to seal the deal. Heads I get that Alpha, irresistible-to-women vibe,” he said, casually flipping the coin with a smug grin. The smile faded as soon as he lifted his hand, his eyes going wide. “Oh…oh no…” he stammered, the color draining from his statuesque face.

“Fuck! What’d I tell you, dude! You should’ve quit while you were ahead,” Cody said, taking a step back. “Wait…you’re not just fucking with me, are you?”

“No! It was tails,” Noah cried, bracing himself for the worst. He expected his newfound endowment to fade, for his lovely new features to twist and mar, but after a few moments it became clear that nothing happened. Externally, at least. Both men had been so focused on a drastic physical change that they didn’t immediately notice the way Noah now stared at his friend, his cock suddenly surging to life.

“Uh…what’s going on there,” the brunette laughed, cocking his head as he watched the bigger man gawk at him.

“I don’t…I don’t know…” Noah sputtered, the color surging back to his flushed cheeks.

“Oh, I think you do,” Cody chuckled. His theory was confirmed when he casually lifted the bottom of his tank-top to scratch his abs, Noah’s eyes immediately honing in on the exposed patch of skin. “See something you like?”

“What?! No! I just…I just…” Once again, Noah seemed like a stranger. Where only moments before he’d loomed like an intimidating demigod, he now seemed surprisingly meek and insecure. His broad shoulders slumped, his expression had gone from arrogant to anxious, and he seemed less like he wanted to lord over people and more like he wanted to withdraw.

“Buuullllllllshit,” Cody said with a loud laugh. “You’re practically drooling, bro.”

Noah shook his head, but his tone was far from convincing. “No! I’m just…confused. I don’t know what happened on that last one, but I’m not…”

“Confused? Should I be insulted,” Cody asked, pouting. “Nothing confusing about finding this hot,” he said, motioning to himself.

“I didn’t mean you’re not…dude, of course you’re fuckin’ hot! Just look at you,” Noah stammered a little too emphatically.

“So I am turning you on right now,” Cody grinned. He reached up and rubbed his trimmed beard, purposely flexing his arms as he made a show of pondering his friend’s predicament. He didn’t normally taunt the other man like this, but ever since the last coin flip he’d had an overwhelming urge to make Noah squirm.

“I mean…I think,” the bigger man reluctantly admitted, his slab of a chest heaving.

“You think? Would it help if I popped my shirt,” Cody offered, grabbing the bottom of his tank-top. “I’m happy to do it if you want me to.”

Noah swallowed hard, his mouth opening and closing several times. “Ye…yes,” he finally said, his voice a hoarse whisper. His spinning head was still struggling to process the unfamiliar, overwhelming desires surging through him, let alone the fact that he’d just asked his friend to strip for him.

“See? That wasn’t so difficult,” Cody cooed, his voice dripping with condescension as he peeled out of the tank-top. He tossed it aside and casually flexed, running a hand through the wiry chocolate dusting that coated his lean, chiseled torso. He tugged the waist of his cotton shorts low, emphasizing his ripped obliques and exposing the elastic band of the boxer briefs underneath. “Well? Is this doing anything for you,” he asked, knowing full well the answer.

Noah just whimpered and nodded, his inflated cock twitching. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…dude…I…I think I screwed up,” he stammered.

“And why is that? Because you became a little bitch instead of a top dog?” Cody stepped closer, practically able to feel his friend’s trembling through the wood floor. “Or because, instead of women finding you irresistible, you now feel that way about dudes?”

“How do I fix this,” Noah asked, absently licking his lips as he eyed the outline of Cody’s cock in his friend’s shorts. “There’s gotta be a way!”

The handsome brunette gave his bulge a purposeful squeeze as he spoke. “The coin got you into this mess. Kinda feels like the coin is your only way out.”

“But it can’t…it can’t undo anything it did,” Noah said, having a hard time even speaking in Cody’s presence, especially given his friend’s bare torso.

“Okay, then you try and cover,” the bearded hunk shrugged. “Just because you don’t feel all butch and tough doesn’t mean you can’t act that way, right,” Cody asked, running a hand along his friend’s new piston of an arm.

“Oh! Uh…yeah, good…good point,” Noah grunted, his cock oozing from both his friend’s bare-chested proximity and the sensation of the other man’s hand on his body. Each should have been completely mundane, but instead they made Noah’s knees weak. “So…uh…heads I act all macho,” the flustered hulk said, his hand shaking as he flipped the coin. He kept it covered after he caught it, his heart racing. “Fuck, dude. I don’t think I want to look,” he groaned, reluctantly raising the obscuring mitt. “IIIIIEEEEEE!” The shrill shriek shot out of Noah before he could stop it, his flailing hands following quickly behind. Like someone had flipped a switch, his posture changed. His back arched, his hips jutted, and his massive frame seemed mousier than ever. “Nooooooo!” he whined, his chiseled face twisting into an exaggerated pout. “Like, what the hell?! Why doesn’t this thing like, I don’t know, like me anymore or whatever,” he cried, his abundant muscle shaking and his thickened cock wagging when he stomped a foot. “Omigod…why do I, like, sound like this,” he squeaked when he heard his softened tone and the words it spoke. “OMIGOD! Why am I acting like this,” he shrieked again when he finally noticed his altered body language. “What am I even doing?!”

“Woooowwwww,” Cody said, unable to hold back a beaming grin. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

“I don’t wanna get used to it,” Noah insisted, his hulking frame going purple when he noticed the balled fists resting on his hips. “I can’t…like…just be stuck like this, right?!”

“To be fair, you wanted something new,” Cody chuckled, relishing his friend’s predicament. He knew he shouldn’t, that it was the effect of the coin toss, but that hadn’t stopped him from egging the other man on. No matter how this latest toss had turned out, Cody would have found it amusing either way. Even if it had come up heads, the thought of his overly buff, secretly submissive friend walking around acting in an exaggeratedly masculine fashion struck the brunette as hilarious.

“Omigod this, like, isn’t funny,” Noah whimpered, his face once again taking on a caricature of a pouting expression. “Don’t be a jerk, babe.”

“What did you just call me,” Cody asked, his eyes wide.

“Like, nothing,” Noah sputtered. “It just like, came out, you know? I didn’t, like, mean to call you babe…”

“Good, because that might be a little too…familiar,” Cody said, his tone stern. “I’m an open-minded dude, but I’m not sure I’m ready for another guy to be calling me babe.” He grinned when Noah visibly deflated, seizing the moment. “I mean, not unless they earned it.”

“Ye…yeah, like, of course,” the hulking hunk said, nodding like a bobblehead. “And how…how would I do that, exactly?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Cody purred. “Right now, we still need to get you situated. None of your clothes fit anymore, dude. Did you forget about that? The way I see it, you’ve got one last chance to try and cover all this up. Why don’t you flip that coin and ask for a real masc wardrobe?”

“That’s, like, so smart,” Noah said, too flustered to see the obvious flaw in the plan. “Heads I get, like, the butchest wardrobe.” He flipped the coin once again, letting out another frustrated groan when he saw the result. “UGH! This is, like, soooooo not fair,” he whined, stomping his foot again.

“I cannot wait to see what this is like,” Cody chuckled, following behind when Noah pranced down the hall towards his bedroom. The sight was a jarring one, and even though he’d watched it all happen, the grinning brunette had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea that the whining, scampering mountain of horse-hung muscle really was his friend.

“Oh. My. God.” Noah spat, his massive wrists limp as he plucked thong after bikini after panty from his dresser. “Like, look at all my clothes! I’m gonna look like a slut,” he cried, pulling out a series of skimpy items. All his tops were sleeveless, cropped, sheer, or a combination of the three, while all his bottoms were now short, tight, and revealing to a degree that they bordered on pointless. “This is, like, a total nightmare!” Noah dropped onto his bed, groaning in time with the straining frame. It was all finally starting to register, that instead of a commanding, confident ladies man he’d become a flouncing, cock-hungry muscle queen. The coin had granted him the body he’d longed for, but it had stripped him of all the associated context.

“Hey, come on now, it’s not that bad,” Cody said, his tone sympathetic as he sat next to the pouting hulk. “Look on the bright side…some of these are real cute,” he chuckled, plucking a pink lace thong from the floor.

“I know, but that, like, doesn’t really help,” Noah whimpered, rolling his eyes. He blushed when he realized what he’d said, snapping his mouth shut before he could embarrass himself further.

Cody rubbed his friend’s broadened back as he spoke, doing it more to further embarrass the hunk than comfort him. “We’ll get through it, dude. I’m not going anywhere…we’ll figure it out.” He laughed when he felt Noah shiver against his hand, purposely letting it slide to just above his friend’s rear. “Does that feel good?”

The bigger man nodded. “This is all, like, so crazy, but I’m just, like, soooo horny,” he said, clearly embarrassed by the admission but equally unable to hold it back.

“Don’t let me stop you, man. You wondered if that thing was a big shooter…feel free to find out,” Cody encouraged.

“I…I don’t know…that’s, like…I mean I…” Noah’s flustered stammering died away, his hand automatically wrapping around his inflated, oozing log. “Ohhhh fuck, babe. I can’t, like, believe I’m sitting here jerking off while you, like, rub my back.”

“Do you want me to sto…”

“No!” Noah interrupted, shaking his head. “I mean, not unless you wanted to, like, take your shorts off, too.”

“Oooohhh, I see how it is,” Cody laughed, already knowing where things were headed when he’d asked the question. “Like I said, I’m happy to help, but this isn’t just going to be a peep show, dude.”

“Of course,” Noah said quickly. “Like, whatever you want, babe!”

“For starters, stop calling me babe,” Cody said, tousling Noah’s raven hair as he stood. His smile was condescending when he hooked his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and boxer briefs, slowly tugging both down while Noah pumped away on himself. The sight of the gorgeous meathead’s massive arm flexing with each stroke of his colossal cock sent a rush of pride through Cody at the realization that he was the source of such a frenzy. “Well? Drink it in, bud,” he said, folding his arms behind his head and turning in a slow circle.

“Omigod bab…br…bro…” Noah stammered, the word sounding comically out of place with his new voice and new vocabulary. “You’re, like, sooo hot. I mean, I like, knew, you know? But I never, like, KNEW knew,” the meathead chirped, his eyes wide with desire.

“Glad you like it,” Cody purred, his own cock steadily twitching to life. Whether it was a result of one of the coin tosses, the novelty of the situation, or both, the impossible events were proving to be a turn on for him as well. He still had an overwhelming impulse to torment and embarrass his friend, but seeing the unfiltered affection on the stroking stud’s statuesque face kept those impulses from crossing the line into “cruel” territory. Cody fully intended to rub Noah’s nose in his altered existence, to flaunt his friend in front of their peers, to make him do all the housework in his little lace panties, to set up an OnlyFriends that would undoubtedly bring in a steady income, but he wasn’t about to let anyone else treat the bigger man that way. Noah was HIS cock-thirsty muscle queen and he’d mock him all he wanted. Anyone else who tried would have to deal with him. “You’re not so bad looking yourself.”

“NNNGGHH…!” Noah abruptly tensed and spasmed, launching load after copious load against the bottom of his square, stubble-covered jaw.

“Oh my god, bro! Did you really just cum because I called you pretty,” Cody laughed, loving the sticky stud’s stunned expression.

“Like, no!” Noah said, clearly lying. “I came because I was thinking about how pretty your dick is, and how much I want to suck it.”

“I stand corrected,” Cody said, letting out a gasp when his friend pulled him forward and slid off the bed. The bearded hunk had barely sat down when Noah leaned in and swallowed him whole, his friend’s gorgeous face furiously bobbing in and out of his lap. The bigger man’s technique was awkward at first, but he quickly fell into a steady rhythm. “You’re a natural, bro,” Cody said, running his hands through Noah’s hair. His friend responded by picking up the pace of his bobbing, increasingly squirming on his knees as he sucked away. “Everything okay,” Cody finally asked when he could feel Noah whimpering around his cock.

The bigger man’s eyes were wide and doe-like when he looked up. “Yeah, I just, like…I know how this is going to sound, but I, like, really want you to fuck me,” he squeaked.

“I think we can make that happ…” Cody broke off in a chuckle when Noah sprung from the floor and onto the bed in a single bound, positioning himself on all fours. “Oooookay. Didn’t have this on my list for the day, but…” he trailed off and let out a low whistle, swatting his friend’s plump cheeks. “You really did get a nice ass, dude. These cheeks are juicy.” Noah responded by giggling and popping his hips to twerk the inflated mounds, giving Cody yet another idea for his friend’s impending online exploits. “Yeah, you’re definitely going to be practicing that,” he sighed as he lined himself up for entry. “It’s kind of funny if you think about it. You just got yourself that big ol’ cock, and now you don’t even want to use it. Don’t worry, though…you’re welcome to mine.”

There were no more words after that, only a series of deep grunts and light wails as Cody rolled his trim hips against his friend’s inflated bumper. As with his mouth, Noah quickly fell into a matching rhythm, taking to bottoming with a speed that surprised them both. Cody had always heard about how skilled his friend was in the bedroom, and he hoped that the hulking hunk could appreciate the fact that he still possessed those skills, even if they’d been tweaked slightly. He may not have been using his enlarged organ as intended, but Noah certainly didn’t appear to be struggling. And, based on the way he begged Cody to fuck him harder, the moaning meathead was clearly having just as much fun as always. If the size of his untouched eruptions and the volume of his orgasmic wailing were any indication, it was the best sex Noah ever had. Even Cody had to admit that the encounter reframed things in a significant way. He’d never given much thought to other men before, but between the fun he was having at Noah’s expense and the legitimate ecstasy the other man’s burly body brought him, he couldn’t remember a time that had left him more satisfied.

When they’d finally worn each other out, after Cody had made his friend scrub him down in the shower, Noah once again stood in front of his dresser. He’d slipped into the pink lace thong that his friend had picked up earlier, the large, sheer pouch barely able to contain his meaty equipment, wondering what else he should put on. “This is, like, so embarrassing,” he whined.

“Beg to differ, dude,” Cody chuckled from the bed. He’d put his boxer briefs back on, the contrast between their outfits and demeanor emphasized by his smug tone. “I think I was wrong. You fucking around with that coin was a great idea,” he said, grabbing his phone.

“I’m, like, soooo glad you’re happy,” Noah sighed, rolling his eyes. “That makes…hey! What’re you doing,” he squeaked when he saw the other man taking his picture.

“Just texting the guys with an update,” Cody winked. “They were supposed to come over later, remember? Don’t worry about putting anything else on…I want them to really get to know the new you.”