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Overcast, ch. 31: Do The Work
🕑 Added 2024-11-24 22:55:19 +0000 UTC“Oh my god, dude…look at what you’re doing!”
Colt sighed, stopping mid-gyration when the music cut off. His fingers still clung to the strings of the bikini he was about to pluck, the stuffed bottoms already rendered pointless. The dark-haired hunk’s heavy package pulled the pouch low, while the back was little more than a scrap of fabric that did nothing to obscure his granite cheeks. Even where it covered, Colt’s dark, olive-tinted skin showed through the thin white material, with his trimmed raven bush being almost entirely visible. A similar dusting coated the rest of his sculpted, tapering frame, adding to the dancing stud’s aura of exaggerated masculinity. Colt’s expertly-stubbled cheeks were sharp, his jaw wide, his lips plump; beneath a buzzed scalp lurked a face of brooding beauty. And the body below was just as impressive. A wide neck led to wide shoulders that capped a wide upper back, setting the stage for the dramatic taper that soon followed. A pair of chiseled arms added to the illusion, their considerable heft making the mediterranean muscle man’s waist seem even tighter, the plump pecs that jutted above his washboard abs acting as a counterbalance to the perfectly perky globes that complemented his equally meaty thighs. Colt was stunning by any objective standards, built like an Adonis and hung like his namesake. If anyone should be stripping in front of a camera, it was him. “Come on, man! I’m filming here,” he grumbled, grabbing his phone and stopping the recording. “I have to send Bennett a reel for the club’s private page.”
Andy knew how he scowled, he could feel his pointy features twisting as his thin brows furrowed, but he couldn’t help himself. “Do you even hear what you’re saying?” In his small t-shirt and cotton shorts, the wiry ginger looked scrawny next to the nearly-naked hunk. At 5’7” he was used to Colt having several inches in height on him, but he was still wrapping his head around the other man’s abundant new muscle and refined features, to say nothing of his new behavior. It wasn’t that he had a problem with walking into their living room to find a beautiful man writhing and flexing in front of the skyline that loomed beyond the clear wall. It wasn’t that he minded having a private show and a front row seat to his friend’s performance. What bothered him was the fact that he’d always enjoyed the view. Even before “Colt” had become his new self, before his previous name had been wiped from everyone’s minds, Andy had long carried a torch for his friend. Though they’d grown hazy, his stomach still fluttered at the memories of the other man’s fuller features, of his doughy build and cute love handles. He’d loved his friend’s fatter, softer rear, and, though he’d only caught a few rare glimpses, the other man’s stout, five-inch rod had been every bit as appealing as his ten-inch new hose. Colt had been goofy and modest and shy, supposedly looking only for a new paycheck, not a new existence. His friend was just applying for a job in the club’s kitchen, not as a main attraction. “Look…you know I’ll support you if this is really what you want to do, but…”
“Andy. Bro. For the last time…no one’s ‘making’ me do this, okay?” Colt walked over and swallowed the smaller man’s shoulders in his huge new hands. “I was well aware of the strings that were attached when I signed up for this. I know it’s a big, big shift, but we can’t keep having the same argument,” Colt said, locking eyes with the smaller man. “What do I need to do to prove this to you?”
Andy blushed, his stomach fluttering. He’d fantasized for years about this very scenario, of being in a naked Colt’s arms, and now that it was happening he didn’t know what to do. So much of his friend’s new life had been fodder for his fantasies that a part of him felt guilty, as if he’d somehow been responsible for the once-straight stud’s debaucherous transition. “Okay, well, looking at me like that isn’t helping,” he sputtered, though the fact that Colt blushed along with him did actually ease his anxieties. It was a sign that his friend was still in there, at least.
“Sorry. I’m still not used to thinking you’re so cute. I mean, I always knew you were cute. It’s not like I’m saying you were ugly or anything. I’m just not, like, used to feeling it, you know? Not that I wouldn’t have before if I could’ve, but…”
“Yeah, that’s still you,” Andy sighed, interrupting his friend’s awkward stammering.
Colt ruffled the smaller man’s hair and took a few steps back. “See? This is why I need to practice,” he said, motioning to himself. “Just because I look this way doesn’t mean I feel this way. Dude, trust me…I still think it’s the old me wearing these panties.”
“Wouldn’t have hated that,” Andy said, shaking his head.
“I know! That’s why I thought you’d be stoked about this. I mean, let’s be honest…a part of the reason I did this is because I know how much you wished I could…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Andy interjected. “Do NOT put this on me, man. Just because I’ve had a not-so-subtle crush on you for the last five years doesn’t mean I wanted you to go out and turn yourself into a beauty queen. Emphasis on the queen,” he said, looking his friend up and down. He’d fallen for Colt when they’d met during their freshman year of college, but his friend had never shown any sign that he was interested in anything beyond a platonic relationship, and Andy had respected that. So to hear his friend say that part of the reason he’d gone through with his dramatic change was to reciprocate those feelings was surprising.
“I’m not blaming you…it just seemed like a win-win, you know? Something we could both enjoy,” Colt said. “But I also don’t want you to feel obligated. If you don’t want anything to do with this, I understand.”
Andy let out a long, low breath, his trim shoulders sagging. “I’m just worried. You’re sure you can change your mind?”
Colt let out a short laugh and nodded. “Dude. Bennett makes it pretty clear that he won’t hesitate to send me right back where I started the second I don’t hold up my end of things. And, speaking of, I have to get this video done. So if you really want to help, you can stand there and watch so I can get used to doing this shit in front of people. Or, better yet,” he purred, slipping a hand into the front of his friend’s shorts, “you could join in and give me some encouragement from the sidelines.”
Andy blushed, his cock surging against Colt’s palm. The fact that he was about to watch his friend’s erotic display was one thing, but the sensation of the other man’s hand in his shorts coupled with an earnest request for him to jerk off while watching was still baffling on another level entirely. “Let’s just see where things go,” he said.
Colt gave a squeeze before pulling his hand free and stepping away to pick up where he’d left off. He restarted the music that Andy had paused and resumed his gyrating, flexing and posing while he writhed and groped at himself. He’d never been a good dancer, and he still wasn’t, but he was impressed by the progress he’d made after only a few weeks. A large part of him was still mortified and embarrassed, he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he still felt like his old self, though he was gradually learning how to embrace the sensation. Colt had been well aware that he’d be jumping into the deep end when he’d agreed to Bennett’s offer. He’d known it would be an uphill battle against his nerves, but that was why he did it. He’d wanted to be forced out of his comfort zone, wanted something new and exciting, and he’d gotten exactly what he’d hoped. Still, the reality of untying the bikini bottoms and letting his hardening log flop free, knowing that countless strangers on the internet would watch it all happen, hit harder than when he’d been signing papers in Bennett’s office. When he turned and bounced his muscled bubble, spreading the ample cheeks to expose his tight hole, he focused on Andy and his new feelings for his friend. He did his best to ignore the camera entirely and pretend that he was putting on the show just for the crimson-faced ginger, holding onto the image of the other man’s tented shorts when he turned back to the camera and began stroking his rigid club in full. Colt made a show of pursing his lips and squeezing one of his pecs while he pumped, his brooding features twisting ecstatically before he winked at the camera and shut it off. He wasn’t supposed to finish himself off during the video, only give viewers a taste. They’d have to come to the club if they wanted to see the full show.
“Fuuuuuuuuck that still feels so weird,” the olive-hued hunk laughed, burying his face in his hands as he tried to collect himself. There was a moment of silence as he stood naked and hard in front of his friend, a more familiar, bashful look replacing his sultry expression when he pulled his hands away. “How’d I do?”
“Incredible,” Andy said. “I might have some reservations about the process, but the results speak for themselves.”
“It’s starting to feel a little easier. I think I could actually get good at this,” Colt shrugged. “Thanks for watching.”
Andy shook his head, his eyes still looking dazed. “Kinda feels like I should be thanking…” he was cut off when Colt stepped forward and leaned in for a kiss. His hands latched onto the bigger man’s meaty rear while his own shorts were pushed low, his average cock seeming small as it batted against his friend’s oversized organ. “Is this practice too,” he asked when Colt broke off the kiss and dropped to his knees, swallowing him to the hilt.
The kneeling stud responded by giving his head a few furious bobs. “Nah. This is ‘cause I want to,” he said when he pulled his mouth away and ran his tongue along the ginger’s churning balls. “And to get you ready.”
Andy understood what Colt meant when his friend left his spit-slick cock wet and dripping, falling onto his back and hefting his legs into the air. As he lowered himself into position, the wiry ginger couldn’t help but think about how many times he’d imagined this scenario playing out with Colt’s thicker frame, only then their positions had been reversed. Andy had always fantasized about the bigger man fucking him, but at Colt’s current size that wasn’t feasible. And the newborn bottom actually did need more practice when it came to going for a ride.
Colt arched his back and laughed when Andy pushed inside, his eyes wide. “Goddamn I love how that feels,” he grunted, gazing up at his friend. “Even if I go back to the old me…promise me we can still do this,” he begged.
“Absolutely,” Andy said, his hands clutching Colt’s pecs as he started pumping his hips. He loved the combined sensations of the wiry hair and granite muscle against his palms, simultaneously soft and hard, just like the plump cheeks that rippled from the impact of his thrusting. Looking at Colt’s wide-eyed ecstasy, he tried not to think about a stranger being in his place, about how his bashful friend could get taken by any man who paid Bennett enough, or how he’d get penetrated on stage by his coworkers in front of a cheering crowd. He wanted to believe the writhing hunk when he said this had all been his choice and that he’d known what he was getting into, but Andy wouldn’t be satisfied until he could ask the caster directly.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Colt whimpered when Andy slid a hand down to his leaking cock and started tugging. As worked up as he was from his earlier performance, the dual sensation of being stuffed and stroked quickly pushed him over the edge. He let out a low, choking grunt as he blasted all over his perfect pecs and lantern jaw, laying in a daze until Andy erupted inside him a short time later. “Holy shit, bro,” Colt panted as the other man fell to the floor next to him. “Never thought you’d be so good at that.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean,” Andy asked with a drunken laugh.
“I just thought since you…you know…liked to be on the receiving end more than the giving side of things that you’d…” he trailed off into an awkward grin. “I should stop talking, shouldn’t I?”
Andy gave him a quick peck. “Yep,” he nodded, almost able to imagine that it was his former friend he nestled against and not a gorgeous doppelganger. “I’m going to come by the club later. Is that okay?”
“Really? Yeah, of course, man! I’d love it if you were there,” Colt said, raising an eyebrow as he sat up. He nodded down at his naked, cum-matted frame, asking, “What changed your mind? I thought you didn’t want to see me like this in front of all those people?”
“You were right…I haven’t been a very supportive friend. If this is really what you’re set on doing, the least I can do is show up where you need me,” Andy said, leaving out the part where he wanted to talk to Colt’s new boss.
“Dude, it’s going to be awesome,” the sticky stud grinned, ruffling the redhead’s hair. “I’m going to go rinse off, then I’m supposed to head out for a run and hit the gym. I’ll probably just see you there?”
Andy nodded, his eyes glued to his friend’s shifting cheeks as the other man trotted off to shower. He slipped back into his shorts and briefs and mulled over the best way to approach Bennett, trying to hide his anger when Colt emerged from his bedroom. The dark-haired Adonis was clad only in a pair of tiny running shorts smaller than most briefs, the thin blue nylon leaving none of his girthy equipment to the imagination and most of his muscled cheeks on display. Nearly all of Colt’s wardrobe had been swapped out for similarly revealing items, his formerly conservative garb replaced by cropped muscle shirts and the shortest of shorts, all as bright and attention-grabbing as possible. Up until recently, Andy had never seen his friend wear anything remotely similar. Even standard swim trunks used to embarrass the other man, so to watch Colt be forced to prance around like a neon go-go boy was yet another mark against the caster who’d hired him. “Okay, I promise I’m not trying to start another fight, but why this,” he asked, motioning to his friend’s revealing outfit. “I understand the videos and your role at the club, but why the slutty clothes when you’re just doing regular stuff?”
Colt shrugged, his expression hovering between smug and embarrassed. “Bennett says I’m a ‘masterpiece’’ and that I need to let people see his ‘work of art’ or whatever. And before you ask, yes, it’s super fucking awkward,” he chuckled, adjusting his fat bulge. “But also kind of fun? Never had people look at me like this before.”
“As long as you're having a good time,” Andy said, trying to keep his tone neutral. It was clear from Colt’s expression that the other man didn’t buy it, but the scantily-clad stud said nothing as he gave the ginger a peck on the cheek and hurried out the door.
Andy spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in a liminal haze. The weight of the last few weeks, of trying to wrap his head around the man Colt had become, all crashed down on him at once. As he pictured his friend putting on a sweaty show at the gym in nothing but his little shorts, then inevitably strutting naked around the locker room and showers, Andy wondered who he was becoming as well. As much as he put up a front of resisting Colt’s transformation and giving voice to the vicarious embarrassment that he thought his friend was bottling up, a growing part of him loved it. He really did have a front row seat to a fantasy come to life, if only he could convince himself that Colt wasn’t being manipulated, and that he wasn’t just jealous. Of what, and who, though, was the question.
By the time Andy arrived at Spellbound later that night, he wasn’t sure what he was after. His initial intention had been to demand an explanation, to force a confession from the sinister caster who’d ensnared his innocent friend. But, as he walked through the doors of the bustling bar, as he saw the vibrant crowd and felt the infectious energy in the air, his earlier doubts increased. A small part of himself had always wondered if he wasn’t the one with the problem all along, and that part sprouted like a weed as soon as he stepped inside, fertilized by the smiling faces and welcoming atmosphere. He’d pictured a dark room full of lecherous predators, not a neon gallery brimming with bright bodies of all shapes and sizes. Yes, a thong-clad Colt gyrated on a platform, along with a handful of other bare beauties peppered around the sprawling space, but his friend didn’t seem at all in distress or embarrassed, at all like he was being forced. The dark-haired hunk shined, radiating a kind of confident contentment as he flexed and posed that Andy had never seen from the other man before. Looking at the other dancers, he wasn’t sure if they’d been different people before like Colt, but they all appeared equally at ease in front of the crowd.
“Not what you expected?”
Andy jumped, startled at the sudden voice. It was deep and clear, cutting through the pulsing din as if the man had spoken directly into his ear, only there was no one there. The wiry ginger looked around for a few moments, but it wasn’t until he looked up, until he saw the well-dressed demigod grinning at him from the upper loft, that he understood. Though no larger than any other man, Bennett seemed to loom over the room like a witch king surveying his domain, his presence imposing on a primal level. He was fit and handsome, looking for all intents and purposes like any other mid-thirties man who kept themselves in shape. But how he looked and how he felt were two very different things. His fitted white button-down and tight navy slacks, his perfectly gelled golden hair, his strong jaw, his lean build; all attributes that would have been beneficial on anyone else felt redundant and confining on him, as if the expensive clothes and above-average body obscured the man’s true beauty. Andy couldn’t see Bennett’s eyes behind the unnecessary sunglasses the man wore, but he could feel them. Even from across the room, through the crowd, Andy felt as if they stood only a few feet apart.
“Why so surprised? I thought you wanted to have a conversation,” Bennett said, his velvet voice piped directly into Andy’s brain. “Let’s talk.”
Andy gasped when the room blurred around him, followed by a sudden sensation of falling that came to an abrupt end when he landed in a large leather chair. He could still hear the muffled music of the club, but instead of a dancefloor he found himself looking around what appeared to be a well-appointed study. The room was trimmed and accented in aged oak, with rows of bookcases lining the walls and an ornate rug occupying the center, its geometric pattern immediately making Andy dizzy. There was even a hearth with a crackling fire, but the dazed young man was more focused on the smiling sorcerer seated in the matching chair next to him.
“I thought my office would be more comfortable than shouting at each other out there,” Bennett said, a snifter hovering across the room and landing in his hand. “Drink?”
“No, thank you,” Andy managed, barely keeping his nerves at bay. Now that he actually was near the other man, Bennett’s presence was almost overwhelmingly intimidating. “Are we really still at the club?”
Bennett nodded. “I just bent space and time to bring us here. A little interior decorating is nothing.”
Dozens of questions raced through Andy’s brain, but the thing that stood out most was the sudden thought that Bennett wore the sunglasses not for the benefit of himself, but for everyone else. The flustered ginger could feel the heat as the older man eyed him, further fraying his already-addled nerves. “What did you do to Colt,” he finally spat, afraid that if he didn’t ask the question outright he’d never muster the courage.
Bennett’s smile grew as the silence lingered. “Only what your friend has already told you,” he finally said. “It was a simple transaction, nothing more. No one was forced, coerced, or otherwise manipulated. Look around, Andy. Do you think I’m going to risk the ire of the BMR and Casters Inc. just to turn some kid into a hunky himbo? This would all be a bit obvious, wouldn’t it?”
“If you’re that powerful, you could…”
“Make you think anything,” Bennett interrupted. “I could’ve snipped this thread as soon as you thought it. I could’ve erased everyone’s memories that Colt had ever been anyone else. I could’ve taken the friendship the two of you value so much and thrown it away with the rest of the man he used to be. But I didn’t. I offered him a job, and he took it. I understand it might be a bit of a surprise given what goes on around here, but are you really going to kink-shame? When offered unique opportunities, people sometimes do things we don’t expect.”
Andy didn’t know how to respond. “But…then why does he have to do all the other stuff? Why the new name? Why the new wardrobe? Why does he have to flaunt himself all the time?”
“I’m an artist. He’s my art. Is that so hard to understand? A new name for each new piece. I’m sure you’ve noticed that he’s actually still the same person. But, at the moment, he’s also my Colt,” Bennett shrugged. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. This isn’t all an elaborate trap. I opened this club so I could have a gallery, yes, but I also wanted to give people a place to go. I wanted to help make more mundane dreams come true, not just those of the extremely wealthy. I’m not at all hurting, but do you know how much a caster of my caliber gets paid at Casters Inc.? The kind of money I could be pulling in? And without the hassle of maintaining liquor licenses!”
Andy’s heart was a jackhammer in his chest. Nothing was happening the way he’d expected. “I…I just thought…”
“Believe what you want, but I’M not the monster, Andy. Those are all up here,” Bennett said, his tone surprisingly gentle as he tapped the side of his head. He motioned towards the closed door with his glass before draining it. “I’m trying to make a space that’s free from the actual monsters, for you and everyone else out there. Colt chose to embrace that safety, to take the path of enlightening and unburdening himself. Do you really want to make that harder? Or, as I suspect is the real issue, would you prefer to join him?”
“No, I love Colt, I’d never want to…” Andy started, then paused. “Wait…what?”
“Do you want to join him,” Bennett asked again, pushing himself out of the chair. “You know the rules. You know the expectations. And you know the rewards,” he smirked. “I’m not entirely sure what you’ve heard about me, but I’d consider myself a stern yet fair boss.”
“But…how do YOU know all this,” Andy asked, hopping to his feet. “How did you know I even wanted to talk to you?”
“Colt mentioned your reservations,” Bennett said, the snifter leaving his hand and hovering back across the room. “Also, you’re in my house right now. I can’t help but overhear when someone’s thoughts are shouting as loud as yours. Epecially when that person is ignoring what their heart is trying to tell them. So…what’s your choice? Yes or no. This is the only time I’ll ask, or offer.”
Andy felt the words before he spoke them. “Yes,” he croaked, feeling as if he teetered on a precipice. “But…will I end up looking like Colt? What do I…”
“I’M the artist, remember,” Bennett purred, two points of radiant golden light forming behind his sunglasses. “Trust me.”
Andy didn’t have any other choice. He gasped when his clothes vanished, his wiry, naked body matching the color of his hair as his cock shot to life. He could feel an internal vibration building at his core, a dull ache overtaking his entire frame before it started to expand. It all happened so fast that Andy could hardly process any of it in the moment. He now understood what Colt meant when his friend kept saying he still felt like his old self because, even though Andy watched his shoulders swell and push apart, even though he saw his pecs balloon off his body, he didn’t feel any different inside. The massive arms that hung like heavy pistons next to his sturdy muscle gut didn’t register as being any different than the toned limbs he’d started with, just like the tree-trunk thighs now rubbing together, or the muscled pumpkins that sprouted from his lower back. Even his cock, which had nearly doubled in size, still kept forming in his mind as the thin, average member he’d always had. It wasn’t until the mirror appeared out of nowhere and he saw his reflection that it started to sink in for Andy. His trimmed hair had morphed into a prominent pompadour, the flamboyant style drawing attention to the comically square features that had replaced his delicate points, and which perfectly complemented the burly, bodybuilder physique he’d acquired. Where Colt had become a chiseled, tapering pretty-boy, Andy was a squat, stocky hulk, solid and sculpted but simultaneously broad and beefy. He hadn’t grown any taller, and the abundance of mass actually seemed to make him appear slightly shorter, which in turn further emphasized the exaggerated heft of his new forty-ounce cock and grapefruit balls.
“What…is that…is that me?!” Andy’s eyes went wide when he heard his gravelly new voice, his hands shaking as he pawed at his expanded frame. He shivered when he felt his powerful new muscle flex and rub against itself, unable to escape the gravity of his own brawny build.
“I think we’ll call you Brick,” Bennett sighed, the lights dimming behind his sunglasses. “You should prove to be quite a hit. We don’t have anyone working here who looks like you yet.”
Brick gasped again, his stomach dropping and his cock surging as his previous name vanished and his head filled with images of his new wardrobe. Where Colt was a bright beauty queen, he’d become a rugged muscle daddy. Instead of bikini briefs and neon gym gear, Brick saw jock straps and cut off denim so short his ass was mostly exposed. The only tops he could even conceive of were t-shirts that had been cropped and carved into muscle shirts, the remaining scraps proving mostly pointless as they did little to actually cover the boulder of muscle that was his torso. Just like Colt, though he might technically wear something, absolutely none of his thickened frame, fattened cock, or plump rear would be left to the imagination. It was mortifying. It was thrilling. “What…what do I do now,” he asked, equally dreading and longing for the answer.
“Now you dive into the deep end,” Bennett nodded. “You’re going to go out there and let everyone see the new you. Then you and Colt are going to do on stage all the things you like to do with each other at home. I think you’ll find yourself better equipped to handle your friend’s new proportions,” the caster grinned. “For tonight, just focus on getting acquainted with yourself…how you move, how everything feels. We’ll worry about the details and your…training plan…tomorrow.
Brick froze when the door swung open behind him. He wasn’t any less shy or any more of an exhibitionist than his friend had been, and the thought that he was about to walk naked and hard into a room full of people was terrifying. He was either about to take, or get taken by, Colt, most likely both, and it was about to happen on stage. He’d be moaning and writhing and cumming all over himself while dozens and dozens of strangers watched. Brick was already humiliated. And excited.
The stocky stud’s brawny body trembled as he strutted out into the crowd, his head spinning from the anxious thrill of it all. Brick spotted Colt’s stunned expression gawking at him from across the room and he started lumbering for his friend, his stomach fluttering and falling at the sensation of his thick cock wagging in the open air, and his ample cheeks rippling with each heavy step. A part of the strapping stud felt like he was trapped in one of those nightmares where he was naked in public, until he remembered that it was all actually happening. He actually was fully exposed in front of all the eager faces turning in his direction. But, as much as that part wanted to run and hide, Brick ignored it. It was his first night on the job, and he and Colt had work to do.
