Vacation Curveball, pt. 1

As vacations went, the trip hadn’t been bad so far.  Not exactly.  Things hadn’t gone entirely to plan, but Dean knew a certain amount of flexibility was always required when traveling.  Unexpected traffic delays, friends irritated from too much time in the car, the rental property not being exactly as described; just because they’d left town for a week didn’t mean they’d left the concept of minor inconveniences.  But Dean didn’t know if the latter was the phrase he’d use to describe his current circumstances.  His body undergoing a steady metamorphosis felt more significant than that, or at least it should have.  He’d tried to muster the concern that he felt the situation warranted, but he couldn’t quite pierce the haze of contentment that hovered over his thoughts like an impenetrable fog.  And the encompassing sense of well-being had begun manifesting beyond Dean’s lack of anxiety, making itself known through his increasingly uninhibited behavior.  The fit young man had never considered himself too uptight or overly shy about his athletic frame, but neither had he been so eager to show it off or put it to use in the ways he had over the preceding days.

Dean kept thinking that his warping appearance and unaccustomed behavior should have equally alarmed Todd and Steve.  Even if his two friends had performed the necessary mental gymnastics to rationalize everyone’s odd actions, the fact that his body was changing before their eyes should have registered as a point of concern.  Yet with each new shift, the pair simply accepted it as not only normal, but something to be celebrated.  They were as confusingly eager to take advantage of Dean’s transformation as the lean brunette was to offer himself up in the first place, a marked crossing of the line for a group of mostly-straight men.  They’d known each other for years and had lived together for a while in college, so there was already a certain amount of intimate knowledge when it came to each others’ bodies, but nothing that translated to actual experience.  They’d watched porn and jerked off together and fucked girls in the same room, and while they’d absolutely engaged in bare flesh-on-flesh “horse play,” the three friends had never felt a genuine desire for one another the way they seemed to now.

And those feelings were only getting stronger.  Dean had observed a corresponding increase in his friends’ inability to keep their hands off each other as his body had continued to change.  He’d watched intently, when they were around he couldn’t look at anything else, for any signs that they were going to join him on his physical journey as well as his lustful one, but so far it appeared that the external alterations were limited to his steadily foreign frame.

It all started with the statue.  They’d arrived on the coast with several hours to fill before they could check into their house, a massive beach-front affair with a private pool, hot tub, and more room than a group four-times their size would need.  It was a splurge for just the three of them, but Steve wanted to celebrate his recent promotion by throwing some money around and neither Dean nor Tood would say no to a free vacation.  They didn’t see nearly as much of each other in the few years since they’d all graduated and moved out of their shared house, so it would be a chance to catch up and relax like the old days.

All they needed to do was fill a few hours before the fun began in earnest, which is what led to them stopping in the dusty, surf-side souvenir shack.  The building was little more than a weathered hut, with a tangle of driftwood pieces framing both the entrance and the single window that let in a meager amount of diffuse light through its salt-crusted pane of glass.  Inside, the shelves were lined with all manner of sea-shell sculptures, surf-tumbled glass, and other beach-scavenged “art,” with a crude sculpture immediately catching Dean’s eye.  The squat figure appeared to be fashioned from a chunk of pink coral, depicting the shape of a curvy woman with thick thighs, oversized rear, and heaping breasts.

Dean only bought it because he thought it would be funny.  Todd had been lamenting the lack of any women on the trip, so he figured the chunky idol could fill that role.  And, if nothing else, it did make for a unique memento.  It was the only one like it in the store, and the appropriately weathered old man at the counter claimed it hadn’t been carved but found on the beach in its current shape.  None of them believed that, though they loved how it added to the story they’d all tell once they made it back home, and after a quick laugh at Todd’s expense they’d forgotten all about it while loading up on groceries and other supplies for the week.

Thinking back on the rest of that day, Dean now realized the feminine figure had started affecting them from the moment they’d left the souvenir shack.  In the excitement of their arrival and impending check-in, he hadn’t thought anything of Steve casually peeling out of his t-shirt while they drove around.  Of the three of them, the dark-haired hunk was the least inhibited when it came to showing off his body, and with good reason.  He was stunning.  For the last ten years, Steve had spent at least three hours of every day participating in some kind of workout or other physical activity.  His shoulders were broad and round, his arms muscled without being bulky, and the prominent pecs between them hung firm and full above a tapering, shredded waist.  He sported a firm, round rear, and an impressively thick, if not overly long, cock hung between his muscled thighs.  A light dusting of coffee-colored hair peppered his athletic frame and coated his sharp cheeks in a scrubby stubble, giving his otherwise boyish face a handsome, rugged edge.  Steve had always been the pretty-boy of the group, and he’d always been the first to get naked at the slightest excuse, so cruising around the small coastal town without a shirt on didn’t register to any of them as being at all out of the ordinary.  Even when they’d checked in at the house later that afternoon, and things quickly took a naked turn, Dean still didn’t think to question any of it.

After so many months of waiting and so many hours on the road, they were all just thrilled to finally get their vacation underway.  Instead of unloading the car like responsible adults, they’d excitedly explored their home for the next week, giving the impressive interior a quick once-over before making their way out to the well-appointed pool.  It was surrounded by a furnished patio, with a pair of shower stalls situated under the wraparound deck that hung off the upper floors.  A wide hot tub sat off at the far corner on one end, and a latched gate opened at the other, leading to the worn, wooden walkway that climbed over the dunes and onto the beach.  The area was already remote and their house was the last of a small row, giving them complete privacy from any prying eyes.  Not that the presence of unaffiliated observers would have slowed Steve down in any way.  No sooner than they’d set foot onto the patio, the sculpted stud was already kicking his shoes off and pulling his board-shorts and boxer-briefs down before, with a triumphant cry, the naked hunk hurled himself into the pool and began splashing around like an excited puppy.

Todd quickly followed suit, slipping out of his turquoise tank-top and shucking his mesh shorts and boxers without the slightest hesitation.  The brawny blonde wasn’t as sculpted as Steve, though his well-muscled frame packed on more bulk, and he had just as little to be ashamed of as a fat girder of a cock wagged between his powerful legs.  Todd may not have been a chiseled pretty-boy like their friend, but his square-jawed face and mop of golden hair had more than enough of their own rugged charm.  For his part, Dean had always been the least physically impressive of the trio, his frame lean and toned and lacking the mass, sculpted or otherwise, that his friends carried.  His torso was tight and trim, displaying plenty of definition though remaining on the thinner end of the spectrum while, from the waist down, Dean sported a surprisingly plump bubble with a slightly below average package hanging between toned, hairy thighs.  His face sat somewhere in the middle, his boy-next-door looks and thick, caramel hair lacking both Todd’s rough edges and Steve’s sharp refinements.

Which isn’t to imply that his appearance slowed him down any more than his friends.  By the time Todd’s burly frame cannonballed into the pool, Dean had peeled out of his t-shirt and chino shorts, with his boxers already landing at his ankles.  He kicked them free and splashed in behind, attributing the wave of giddiness that washed over him to the warm afternoon sun and the salty breeze blowing in from the rolling surf just on the other side of the dune.

The rhythmic crashing of the waves in the distance mingled with their plentiful laughter, each booming, bassy impact jarring loose any lingering reluctance they may have still held, and no one batted an eye when Todd climbed out of the pool to do another cannonball and displayed his rigid log of a cock.  Instead of being embarrassed by the aching, eight-inch beast, the beefy blonde just grinned and shook his hips to slap it back and forth before hurtling himself at his friends.  A flurry of frenzied pawing ensued when they all attempted to dunk each other, discovering a shared state of arousal as their rigid organs batted together and ground against naked flesh.  It took several delirious moments for Dean to realize he’d stopped trying to dunk his friends and had simply started groping them, a sudden flash of awareness informing him that he had Todd’s long, fat pole in one hand and Steve’s wide club in the other, his thumbs slowly rubbing around each bulbous head.

He’d quickly let go and stammered out a joke about getting carried away after being in the car for so long, but neither of his friends offered the ribbing he’d expected.  They’d simply shrugged, with Steve reaching down to give Dean’s shorter cock a tug before reluctantly suggesting they get out and unload the car before all the groceries went bad.  Todd agreed, giving Dean’s plump cheeks a squeeze as he slogged towards the stairs and out of the pool, his rigid log still leading the way.

The group sauntered over to the shower stalls to rinse off, and Dean was surprised to find himself yanked in along with Steve while Todd took up the other.  The flustered brunette was equally surprised when his friend cranked the shower on and casually started tugging away on himself, but before he even realized he’d started, Dean was doing the same thing.  They didn’t actually touch each other in the cramped space, only locked eyes as they jerked off mere inches from each other.  The steady, rhythmic splashing from the other stall made it clear Todd was doing the same thing, which only left the question of who would pop first.

They all knew the answer.  Dean gave a low grunt after only a few quick tugs, spraying a copious load all over the waterlogged wood of the stall.  He’d blushed when Steve reached over and tousled his sopping hair, his eyes glued to the other man’s larger cock as it started spewing.  It was his first obvious clue that something strange was happening.  They’d jerked off together in the past, and they’d shared a shower in the past, but never at the same time, and never with such an intense focus on each other.  Dean was actually disappointed that he couldn’t see the action when the steady splashing came to an abrupt end in Todd’s stall, though his dazed mind was quick to picture it.

The rest of that first afternoon and evening passed in a blur.  None of them dressed in anything more than their underwear, even later when they’d fully unpacked and headed out to explore the beach, and an excited thrill mingled with the immaculate anticipation of a splinter as Dean had plodded down the weathered walkway in nothing but his boxers.  He’d known on a logical level that they weren’t really any different than a pair of swim trunks, but they didn’t feel that way.  He couldn’t shake the knowledge that he was out in public in nothing but his underwear, his bouncing cock already twitching as he thudded down the rough planks behind his equally-exposed friends.  His embarrassment had eased when they crested the dune and discovered they had the stretch of sunset sand all to themselves, and it was forgotten altogether when they started racing towards the surf.  Under the fading, pink and purple ombre sky they all stripped down again and collided with the crashing surf, letting the waves tumble their naked frames like the polished glass they’d seen at the store earlier.

Fortunately they still had the presence of mind to not get too carried away out in the open, but back at the house was a different story altogether, especially for Dean.  When they scampered from the beach down the walkway, the lean brunette simply clutched his wadded boxers in front of his rigid cock instead of putting them back on like his friends, his plump cheeks bouncing in the warm night air.  They hadn’t even started drinking, yet he felt buzzed, as if they’d been at it all day.  But while alcohol would have made it easier for him to accept their strange behavior, it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.  Dean was already well aware that his actions were uncharacteristic when he dropped to his knees and started pumping away on both of his friends.  He knew they shouldn’t be going at each other in a frenzy, that he shouldn’t be taking turns wrapping his surprisingly supple lips around his friends’ eager cocks while they traded aggressive kisses, but he couldn’t help himself.

None of them could.  None of them had even been able to acknowledge that there was something needing to be stopped.  Strange and out of character didn’t automatically equal bad,  which is how Dean woke up the next morning wedged between the other two in a spent, sticky pile.  He didn’t remember going to bed, didn’t remember which of the many bedrooms they’d wound up in, but that was the least of his concerns.  As they’d gradually stirred and untangled from each other, Dean noticed the changes immediately.

When he sat up and looked down at himself, his proportions seemed off.  The tiny, toned mounds where his modest pecs should have been jutted out too far, as if swollen, and his thighs seemed a bit wider than they should have.  He’d blinked and rubbed his face several times, as if the action would return his view to the one he was used to.  The sight should have been entirely mundane, a body he’d looked down upon more times than he could ever hope to remember, but in its place was someone different.  Things were out of proportion that shouldn’t have been.  Things touched that shouldn’t.  Things seemed smaller by comparison than they should.  Dean had looked to his friends for confirmation of his plight, but when he’d tried to give voice to his concerns, the words wouldn’t come.  Instead of explaining that his body looked slightly misshapen, he used his mouth to provide each of them with a morning blowjob while they’d acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.  He could feel the way their hands bit into his already-substantial rear more than they should, and how his thighs rubbed together as he knelt, but no one reacted at all.  Even when they’d finished and climbed out of bed, no one, not even himself, brought up the way the top of Dean’s head suddenly topped out just below the others’.  The three of them had always stood the same, 5’11” height, but now Dean looked his friends in their noses instead of their eyes.

Things only got worse from there.  While his friends may not have said anything, Dean’s clothing had silently confirmed the changes to his body.  His boxers and swim trunks, when he’d thought to put either on, barely fit, straining around his widened thighs and plumped cheeks, while his already-tight t-shirts showed off a significantly larger set of pecs and the sleeves clung around his upper arms.  More alarming though was the way the straining material draped lower than it should have, the bottom of the t-shirt now trailing well below Dean’s waist instead of stopping at it.

And whatever was happening wasn’t done.  While Todd and Steve more or less went about their day like usual, aside from the addition of quick kisses and lingering hands like an actual couple, Dean was stuck in a haze.  His changing body was on overdrive, and although his cock had begun to look smaller as the flesh around it expanded, the meager organ had been almost constantly hard.  The flustered brunette knew he should have been embarrassed about it, along with the persistently lingering taste of his friends’ cum in his mouth, but as with the panic that remained frustratingly elusive, he couldn’t quite muster the emotion.  So while he sauntered naked and hard around the pool, or let Steve clutch his steadily inflating pecs from behind while Todd stood in front and jerked him off in the living room, Dean could only relish the sensations.  When his plastered-on boxers finally gave out, tearing off his inflating cakes with a loud rip, all any of them had done was laugh.  Dean himself had even made a joke out of it, bouncing the heaping melons for his friends instead of panicking about the fact that he didn’t have any clothing to cover his impossibly-altered lower half.

That idea of covering himself became even more of an afterthought as the evening progressed and Steve took him for the first time.  Their playful roughhousing in the living room had culminated in Dean being pinned, his coordination having been thrown off by his shrinking proportions, and before the aroused, bottom-heavy brunette realized what was happening, he’d heard himself begging Steve to fuck him.  His friend had been all too happy to comply, and for the first time in his young life Dean knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end of his virile friend’s potent log.

He’d loved it. Like everything else, he’d known in the moment that he should have been more alarmed than aroused, but as he felt Steve slamming into his fattened ass like a jiggling bumper, all he wanted was more.  When Steve was finished, Dean begged Todd to take the handsome hunk’s place, the broader bulldog’s thick cock lighting him up like nothing he’d ever felt before.  The whole scenario had been further enhanced by the growing size difference between them, and Dean couldn’t get over how much he loved the sensation of being smaller.  Everything had a surreal, dreamlike quality to it, and he’d kept telling himself that it was all okay because maybe none of it was real.  Or maybe it was all okay BECAUSE it was real.  Dean couldn’t decide.