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The bed creaked and tilted as Cobie climbed onto it. The burly redhead’s 300 pound form nestled into the center of the Queen-sized mattress. He took another swig from his bottle of Jameson before beckoning Scott to join him with a firm pat on the spot next to him.

“MORE booze?” Scott said, resisting the invitation. The thin man walked the border of Cobie’s room, eyeing the framed photos of Cobie, in uniform, laying out other equally enormous men on football fields. He paused at a helmet on a shelf and picked it up, sniffing the inside. “Hmm. Still smells sweaty.”

“Gross,” Cobie said. “I sweat a lot in it though, so it makes sense.” He let out a loud belch and patted his firm, dense midsection.

“Why are you still trying to get drunker?” Scott said. “YOU invited ME over.”

Cobie shrugged. “Look, the Grindr hookup was a last-minute idea. Getting wasted tonight was always my plan.” He started unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it aside to reveal his hairy barrel chest.

Scott set the helmet back on the shelf and slowly approached Cobie’s bed. The big man sat up, setting the bottle aside. He reached for Scott, grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling him close. “WHOA!” Scott said with a laugh as he fell forward, landing face down on the bed, his face landing on Cobie’s muscular gut. He chuckled, then looked up at the hairy, muscular man and buried his face in the rigid flesh. “I would’ve thought that this would be… flabby…” he said as he kissed up and down the firm belly.

“I could do leglifts with a car between my legs,” Cobie said. He tossed his shirt aside and raised his arm into a flex. His bleary eyes made his proud smile seem even dopier.

“I would have never thought I was your type,” Scott said. As he crawled up next to Cobie on the bed, he sat up, then reached down to grab one of Cobie’s thick legs. “This thing is the size of my waist.”

“I like all different types,” Cobie said, his meaty hand dancing up and down Scott’s back.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Scott asked out of nowhere.

“What? Why would you ask me that?”

“The fact that you didn’t say ‘no’ immediately makes me think that’s a yes.”

“Do guys with boyfriends invite other guys over to fuck around?” Cobie said, his dumb smile now twisted into a stern pout.

Scott shrugged his narrow shoulders. “Guys with boyfriends ALWAYS invite ME over to fuck around,” he said. “My problem is, I agree too often.” He nuzzled against Cobie’s furry chest, then slid his face into Cobie’s armpit. The big man giggled as Scott sniffed and licked.

Cobie let out a deep sigh as he put one big paw behind Scott’s head, turning his face up to look him in the eye. “I got an ex,” he said, setting the bottle on the nightstand. “VERY recent.”

“How recent?”

“He dumped me three days ago.”

Scott nodded, then leaned in to gently gnaw on Cobie’s beard. The big man’s eyes rolled back into his head at the contact.

“What kind of a guy…” Scott said between nibbles, “...dumps someone like YOU?”

Cobie sighed again. Scott cringed at the blast of whiskey-soaked breath across his face. “A REALLY great guy… who didn’t want to put up with his gorilla-sized boyfriend punching holes in walls every time another dude hit on him while he was bartending.”

Scott chuckled. “So he wasn’t big like you?” he said, stroking Cobie’s biceps.

“No,” Cobie said, staring into the distance. “I’M ‘pick up a dumptruck’ big. Brady’s more… ‘curl a dumbbell fifty times and eat nothing but chicken and rice, and steroids, and flex in little shiny trunks’ big.”

Scott’s eyes went wide. “Ah, no steroids for you? You always this size?” He reached down and pinched Cobie’s ass, then rubbed it as if he was looking for injection spots. Cobie just chuckled.

“I’ve always been big. My poor mom…” He shook his head. “Anyway, I didn’t need ‘roids. Brady said he needed it for competitions. I guess I worried too much that he was doing them so he could score a bigger dude…”

Scott let out a sigh. “Here I am to suck your dick, but I feel more like your therapist now.”

“You’re the one asking the questions,” Cobie said, unbuckling his belt, seemingly ready to get down to business.

“That’s the thing with big hulk gays like you and–what was his name? Brady?” Scott said as he stripped off his shirt revealing a smooth, pale chest that looked all the more underdeveloped as Cobie unveiled mounds of hirsute, solid mass. “It never works out because neither of you ever wants to bottom.”

Cobie laughed as he pulled off his boxer-briefs, letting a hard 8-inch cock spring forth. “Nah, actually… I’m usually the one who bottomed.”

Scott’s eyes lit up. “Is that what you invited ME over for? To top that big beefy ass of yours?”

Cobie put a furry arm around Scott and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. “I just wanted my dick sucked is all,” he said.

Scott shook his head. “And here I thought things were getting romantic,” he snapped, his tone suddenly icy. “Look into the light, big guy,” he said, suddenly producing a large purple crystal that suddenly lit with a fiery glow.

“What the… fuck…” Cobie said, wincing at the brightness that appeared in his face. “Fuck, it… feels… weird…”

“Who would have thought?” Scott said, his voice now sounding ethereal and echoey. “Big brute like you, a bottom… how about we make sure you LOOK the part?”

The crystal suddenly flashed and Cobie’s body deflated like a stuck balloon, just as Scott’s body expanded outward, tearing his jeans to shreds in an instant. The bed tilted with a loud creak as the weight shifted. Cobie shouted, his voice much higher-pitched now, as he found himself toppling toward the suddenly massive Scott, landing face down on his now massive pecs.

“Well well well,” Scott said in a deep growl. “Here I thought I’d end up all hairy,” he said. He stroked his smooth torso with both hands and bounced his biceps, delighted as he watched the new muscles bouncing and crunching.

“Wha… I… unh…” Cobie said in a much softer voice, his face now soft and hairless. His head lolled around before he went limp with a sigh.

“That adds up,” Scott said, lifting Cobie’s hand and letting it fall. “You lost almost two-hundred pounds in a second. All that booze in your bloodstream probably hits a lot harder now!”

Scott climbed from the bed, gently setting Cobie’s softly snoring body on its side. He examined all of the effects of the crystal’s light: Cobie’s muscles had been entirely wiped out and his body had compressed down. “You only come up to my nipple, now,” Scott said, measuring the snoring runt from toe to scalp. Cobie’s short, curly hair now looked much longer on his smaller head. Scott noticed it looked greasy. Cobie’s face was speckled with acne. Above his tiny dick was a little tuft of hair. The deep pits Scott had buried his face into earlier were now shallow little pockets, each with only a wisp of red fluff underneath.

Scott stood up to his new full height and heard his tendons and muscles creaking and popping as he flexed and examined his newfound body. “Can’t even see my feet past these,” Scott said, bouncing his pecs. “Or my dick, but… Oh, wow,” he said as his thick fingers found a nice, healthy cock that was nearly hard as he explored all the strength he’d stolen. “This voice is sexy as fuck as well.” He cleared his throat. “Bend over, bitch. Get ready to take this fat cock.” He chuckled at the sound of his voice. “Damn,” he said. “I can be more dominant at this size… let’s see: GRAB THOSE ANKLES, PUSSY! I’m about to break you!”

He gasped as he turned and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Not only did his body fill up every inch of it, but he noticed for the first time he’d sprouted a thick blonde beard on his now-chiseled jaw. “Jesus, that looks… AMAZING!” he said, stroking the soft growth. He raised his arms into a double biceps flexed and growled at himself, then practiced winking, licking his lips, then giving a stern glare. “Damn, my face is still the same, but… different. Like it was hit with a ‘Macho Ray’ or something.” He snatched up the purple crystal from the floor where it had fallen. “I guess that’s exactly what happened,” he said, giving it a kiss.

Behind him, Cobie whimpered, then pulled the covers over his face before falling right back to sleep. “Yeah, that’s right, little man,” Scott said. “I hope you’re dreaming of the hernia you’re going to get just trying to lift the toilet seat tomorrow!”

He strutted over to the helmet on the shelf, taking a moment to reflect on how quickly he crossed the room with his long legs. “Jesus, what am I now… 6’5”?” he said. He snatched the helmet and slid it on his head. “Fuck yeah!” he said, modeling it in the mirror. “Fuck, I could be in the NFL now! Just look at me!”

He tossed the helmet carelessly aside and grabbed the handle to the closet door. As he tore it open, the door came off the hinges. He chuckled as he tossed the door aside, exploring the snapped off sections of the door frame. “Looks like these muscles aren’t for show!” he said, pumping his arms. He rifled through the hanging pants in the closet, holding them up against his body. “These things would’ve been HUGE before,” he said. “I might not be able to fit into them now, though!”

He found a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt (size XXXL) and slipped them on, marveling at the way his muscles bulged beneath their tight fit. “This is just… unreal…” he said. “My life’s never going to be the same after this!”

He walked over to the chubby, snoring runt in the bed and squatted down. He gasped as he heard a tear in the ass of his jeans. “Good god, looks like I may have swollen up a little bigger than you were, big guy!” he said, giving the sleeping man’s soft cheek a pinch. “Thank you ever so much for the donation, though. And enjoy your new life!”

As he turned to leave, he heard a loud vibrating sound. It was Cobie’s phone, still in his jeans pocket, on the floor where he’d discarded them. Out of curiosity, Scott plucked the phone out and took a look. “Wow, look at this. Brady’s texting!” he said. “Let’s see if we can’t meet this big beautiful bodybuilder ex- of yours!” He held the phone up to Scott’s face, even using his thumb and forefinger to pry an eye open, but it wouldn’t unlock the face scan.

Scott sighed. “Well, you don’t really look like you at all anymore,” he said. “Makes sense, I guess. I would have loved to find that boyfriend of yours… see what a second shot of this crystal would do.”

**

Brady let his face fall against the steering wheel of his car. If Cobie wasn’t answering his phone, that meant he was piss drunk–and either out on the streets ripping parking meters out of the ground for fun or lying face down on his bed, his shoes still on.

He was probably alone, though, Brady thought. He wouldn’t be with somebody else already, would he?

Brady looked up at Cobie’s apartment, watching as the light went out. On his phone, he could still see the last thing he’d texted the big lug the day he’d ended things: “Go find someone else to fuck ASAP. I need you to get me out of your system.” When he’d written it, he’d actually meant it. Three days later, his emotions had cooled and he found he still had things to sort out with him.

Brady got out of his car. His black t-shirt still stunk like Jagermeister from the new shot boy who dumped a tray on him. He walked hastily to the callbox outside the building. “I buzz him once,” Brady said aloud. “If he doesn’t answer, I’m out of here.” He buzzed three times. “C”mon, big man, I saw your light on a second ago. Are you really that wasted?”

The front door suddenly opened and Brady spun toward it, his heart sinking as he saw it wasn’t the big bearded ex-lineman he’d been hoping for. Instead it was Lenny, Cobie’s next door neighbor. The portly 20 year old peered out the door, smiling when he recognized Brady outside.

“Whoa, Hercules!” Lenny said, reaching out a fist for a bump. “I thought you were my Ubereats guy, but… looks like I’m gonna have to wait for my lobster mac and cheese.” He adjusted his sweatpants and narrowed his eyebrows. “You’re not, uh… looking for Cobie, are you?” he asked.

“Is he home?” Brady asked. “He wasn’t answering his texts and…” He paused before admitting that he’d seen Cobie’s lights shut off; the two had had some massive fights over the past year and they’d gotten quite a reputation with Cobie’s neighbors, who had become quite weary of the gigantic men and their loud fighting and raucous make-up sex.

Lenny’s face fell. He readjusted his hat before leaning in. “Look, don’t like… Hulk out when you hear this and all, but… and remember, I’m ONLY the messenger… he had some other guy over. I saw him show up earlier tonight.”

Brady’s face fell. His posture started to sag. “Some… other guy?” he said, still stunned by the information.

“Yeah. Some little blonde guy. Definitely gay. I could tell.”

“Oh. Oh. Well, then… uh, okay…” Brady started to turn away from the house. He paused, trying to think of something to say to Lenny. Maybe he could ask the young gamer to let him in the building… or he could write something on a piece of paper and have Lenny slide it under the door? Both of those acts were crazy, of course, and while he certainly felt something akin to pure insanity, he knew he couldn’t follow any of those impulses.

“Jesus, Brady, I’m real sorry bro,” Lenny said as Brady started to walk away. “Maybe it wasn’t cool of me to tell you but… I don’t want you, y’know, waiting out here without knowing, right?”

“Right,” Brady said without breaking stride toward his car.

“And, y’know, thanks for not, like, squashing me into a stain. Cuz you’re, like, huge and all.”

“Right!” Brady said, throwing his car door open. He paused, took a deep breath, and steeled himself. “I was the one who decided to break up,” he reminded himself. “I was the one who said he wanted space.” He gripped his steering wheel tightly and gritted his teeth.

Just before he turned the key, he saw the door to Cobie’s building open again. He saw a large-framed man step out, but once again his hopes were dashed as he saw not the built-like-a-fridge bear he was still in love with but a blonde bodybuilder.

“The fuck…” Brady said as he saw the stranger light up a cigarette. He recognized the t-shirt and the jeans as Cobie’s. “Lenny said… LITTLE, obviously gay…” This guy had to duck and turn sideways to step through the door. He looked about Brady’s size–maybe even bigger!

Brady was out of his car again. His body was on autopilot as he powerwalked toward the stranger, fists doubled up. “THis is crazy,” he thought. “I’m acting like a psychopath… get back in the car!”

“Hey, you!” Brady shouted. The bearded man paused and turned, eyeing him with a smirk.

“Oh, are you Brady?” he said with a wink.

“You’re wearing my fucking boyfriend’s clothes!” Brady said, grabbing the stranger with both hands. He’d intended to hurl him into the wall, but the stranger put his hands on his hips and flexed, resisting even Brady’s power.

“Calm down, buddy,” the man said, shrugging out of Brady’s grasp. “Just chill a second.”

“Did you just fuck my boyfriend?!” Brady said. Lights turned on upstairs. Brady didn’t care. He doubled back and fired a punch with his massive arm.

The stranger caught Brady’s fist. Brady’s breath caught; pain went up his shoulder. This guy was STRONG.

“Hey hey hey hey… CHILL!” the blonde guy said, gently lowering Brady’s hand. “Look, your boyfriend got wasted at a bar and I brought him home. Nothing happened. He talked about you the whole fucking night. He puked on my clothes so I borrowed his. I didn’t really ask though… he was kinda… passed out.”

Brady let the information wash over him, then paced back and forth, trying to vent his rage. “Fuck,” he said out loud. “Fuck, I’m such a hothead. God, damn, why do I get like this… FUCK!” he said loudly. More lights turned on upstairs.

“I’m trying to fucking SLEEP!” screamed a woman before slamming her window shut.

“I gotta get out of here,” Brady said. “Fuck, I’m sorry, uh…”

“Scott,” the stranger said, presenting a huge hand. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just glad we didn’t wrestle. Would’ve been like Godzilla versus Kong!”

Brady laughed as he shook the stranger’s hand.

“You want a cigarette?” Scott offered.

Brady waved the cigarette off at first, then accepted. He needed to calm his nerves.

“Look, it’s none of my business,” Scott said as he walked Brady toward his car with a big arm around his shoulder, “but… Cobie said you were his EX. He said you dumped him.”

“I did,” Brady said.

“And yet here you are outside his apartment at 2 in the morning,” Scott said. He threw up both hands. “Look, I’m not being judgmental or anything, it’s just… I have the feeling you have some stuff you need to talk out.”

Brady took a drag from his cigarette. “Fuck yeah I do. But… to a complete stranger?”

Scott shrugged. “Cobie said the same thing. Y’know, I always end up being kind of a therapist to people. You want to maybe grab a cup of coffee tomorrow? We can hash out all your issues?”

Brady smiled, then coughed. He flicked the cigarette away. “Yeah, coffee… that’d be good…” he said. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Scott’s rock-hard nipples… and those PECS! Brady’s gaze was caught, both as a fellow bodybuilder and as a very horny gay man.

“Coffee it is,” Scott said. “Look, it’s none of my business, but I’ll tell you what I told Cobie: block his number for a bit. You don’t want to call him any more than you want him to call you. Just sort out your feelings first. Figure out what you want.”

Brady nodded. “That’s kind of good advice,” he said.

Scott shrugged, his hands sliding down to cup Brady’s biceps. “I’m good at advice,” he said. “Catch you later, big man.”

Brady watched the stranger’s huge glutes flexing as he walked away. “Good god, his ass is even too big for COBIE’S jeans,” he noted, admiring the small tear in the denim and the slip of skin behind it. He lifted up his phone and googled, “How to block a number on iphone,” as he got back into his car.