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🕑 Added 2024-12-13 21:03:25 +0000 UTCSteve tried not to focus on how awkward he felt. It wasn’t the first time he’d been naked in front of Mark. They regularly started their mornings together in the company gym, followed by some casual nudity in the sauna and showers. A lifelong jock, the olive-hued hunk had long since grown accustomed to the sensation of being exposed in locker rooms. A part of Steve even looked forward to it, knowing full well that he had little to be shy about when it came to his broad-shouldered, well-built frame. The problem was that the “little” issue lurked between his meaty, muscled thighs, his barely five inch cock looking even smaller against the rest of his strapping, 6’1” frame. Considering the above-average status of his overall appearance, the sharp features that stood out beneath his perfect stubble, his thick raven hair and the dark dusting of the same that peppered his sculpted physique, Steve had never received any actual complaints. He’d figured out early on how to use every one of those inches to their maximum potential, and now, by twenty-seven, he was largely considered a pro. Even on his worst day, two of the H’s could easily be checked off, “handsome” and “hunk,” but Steve just had to go for the trifecta and attempt to add “hung” to the list.
“You’ve been quiet for too long, man. I don’t like it,” he said, absently scratching at his furry abs. The electrodes on his chest tugged at the hair covering his plump pecs, and he could feel a similar pulling between his shoulder blades if he moved his arms too much. Most of the sticky pads were triangulated around his lower abdomen, upper thighs, and ample cheeks, though none had been affixed to the hulking organ or heaping balls that twitched and churned as they hung exposed.
Mark shook his head, his pointy features illuminated by the glow of the laptop he leaned in to inspect. “Now I know why you haven’t been coming to work,” he sighed, his eyes fixed on the screen. Part of their positioning was due to legitimate focus, but another was out of habitual locker room etiquette. A fellow lifelong athlete, at fifteen years the younger man’s senior, Mark had even more experience when it came to politely averting his eyes. He’d seen plenty of impressive packages during that time, he even sported one himself, but never under circumstances like this. He wasn’t a doctor; he was a programmer. His specialty was computers and networks, not altered male anatomy. “I still can’t believe you did this.”
“Join the club,” Steve groaned. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Mark sat back, lifting his glasses and rubbing the bridge of his nose while he laughed. “The guy who takes supplements like clockwork and won’t shut the fuck up about ‘eating clean’ decides to ingest a packet of bootleg nanites? Make that make sense for me.”
“Dude, don’t get all high and mighty,” Steve huffed. “You’re over there swingin’ a hammer…of course you don’t get it.”
“Excuse me?” Mark hopped to his feet, gesturing to his thinner, shorter frame as he looked up at the naked hunk. Though his skin and hair bore a similar shade as his bigger friend, that was where any physical similarities ended. A set of modest pecs pushed against the tight polo that clung to his trim torso, while his fitted chinos showed off a well-built lower half, but where Steve was tall and tapering, Mark topped out at 5’7”, his compact frame covered in lean, whipcord muscle compared to the taller man’s brawny bulk. Unlike Steve, he preferred running and soccer to static activities like lifting, and it showed. He was tight and toned with a pleasantly plump rear and a pretty face, looking more like he’d just entered his third decade than his fourth. “You’re six inches taller than me and ripped as hell. You don’t think I know what it feels like to be a little insecure? I’m usually one of the shortest guys in the room,” Mark spat. “I’d gladly trade a few inches off my dick in exchange for what you’ve got. People see my scrawny ass all the time. They only see your meat whenever you decide to show it to ‘em.” That lack of height and slim build Mark referenced both contributed to what made his thick seven inches look even larger, much as Steve’s imposing physique worked against the younger man.
“I know,” the naked hunk sighed. “I got greedy, alright? I know I shouldn’t ha…ha…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide as his untouched monster surged to life. Like a twisted sneeze, Steve howled and spasmed while the fleshy log erupted, spraying like a can of silly string all over his living room. The comparison was apt since the altered organ had grown so thick that Steve could no longer close a hand around it, while at the same time stretching to an impossible fourteen inches. But it wasn’t the unwieldy size causing problems; it was the spontaneous, constant eruptions. Since ingesting the packet, they tore through the athletic Adonis dozens of times each day, arriving with little to no warning and always prompting the same enthusiastic response. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Steve panted when he’d finally stopped spraying. His buff body was beet red and he tried not to look at Mark as he caught his breath.
“Wow. Okay. NOW I know why you haven’t been coming to work,” the shorter man whistled. His smile was sympathetic as he looked at his friend’s oozing organ, turning their attention to his laptop instead. “I’m glad that happened, though. That just gave us some good data. Look at all this! I know your junk is what grew, but these things are all over,” he said, gesturing to several strings of code. “That impressive singing you just did? They also messed with your vocal chords. I’m sure your hormones and pheromones are all out of whack as well. You’ve probably been extra horny in general, right? They’re all over that, too. The way you thrust your hips while you were spraying? Also driven by the same things.” Mark shook his head and dropped back down onto the couch, now noticing a few crusty stains that hadn’t registered earlier. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I really think you should get some professional…”
“No way, man,” Steve interrupted. “This shit’s banned! I’m not trying to catch a charge on top of everything else. I’m not expecting a miracle,” he said, giving his friend a pleading look. “But there’s gotta be something you ca…ca…” Like his inflated cock was a can of soda that had been shaken, Steve once again exploded without warning. Unfortunately, this time he was looking directly at Mark, his squirting member soaking the other man so quickly and thoroughly that neither of them had time to react. An awkward silence lingered when Steve finally ran dry, the spent stud looking like a stricken tomato as he gawked at his sticky friend. “Shit! I am so sorry,” he sputtered, realizing the futility of his actions even as he reached for the roll of paper towels that he’d started keeping nearby at all times. “It just happens! I don’t always know when I’m going to…”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Mark said, pulling his glasses free and wiping at his equally red face. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose. And most of it missed the laptop, thankfully. I should, uh, go clean myself up, though.”
Steve started to follow his friend to the bathroom but was held back by the electrodes currently connected to the computer. He was mortified by what just happened, the sound of the running sink a hissing reminder of his shame. The few minutes passed like endless hours as he stood and stared at the closed door, the sight of his cum-covered friend burned into his memory. “Seriously, dude, I am so sorry for that,” he started when the door cracked open. “What can I get you?”
“Just tell me where your washing machine is,” a bashful Mark said as he scampered back out into the living room. His hair and face both still glistened with water, and he was now clad only in a pair of tiny blue briefs. The small underwear emphasized his plump bubble and plump bulge in equal measure, while simultaneously showing off his tight waist and defined obliques. He nodded at the bundle of clothes in his hands and shrugged. “Tried to wipe ‘em down but I think they’re a lost cause.”
“Just around the corner by the kitchen,” Steve said, his stomach remaining on the floor as he heard his friend rummaging around the washer. The shrill beeps were like sirens calling out his embarrassment when Mark adjusted the settings, and it must have shown on his face.
“I mean it, it’s fine,” the older man chuckled as he trotted back into the room and saw Steve’s crestfallen expression. “Honestly, it’s impressive. That has to feel wild.”
The naked hunk nodded. “It’s like every orgasm you’ve ever had all rolled into one, but, like, every time. Even though those two were only a minute apart they hit just as hard,” he said, shaking his head. “If you want to grab some of my stuff to put on, help yourself.”
“Nah, I’m good,” Mark shrugged. “I mean, not like we haven’t seen it all before, right? And this feels a little more…fair…” he trailed off when he sat down and quickly hopped to his feet, a fresh crimson bloom spreading across his sharp face. “There was a, uh, puddle,” he said, reaching around to feel the sopping back of his briefs. “Be right back.” Steve wanted to crawl under a rock and hide as he watched Mark’s damp bubble bounce out of the room, but he didn’t have time. “Threw ‘em in before it got started. I guess NOW we’re even,” a naked Mark laughed. He spread his toned arms and popped his hips to wag his fat cock, flashing a mischievous grin. “Not how I thought I’d be spending my evening.”
“Mark, for real man, I…” Steve started, not knowing what to say. “Please don’t feel like you have to sit there naked just to make me feel better.”
“And miss out on the fun,” the older man winked. He spread the towel he’d grabbed on his way back, giving Steve a lingering view of his muscled bubble before he sat down and exchanged that view for one of his fat cock and heavy balls dangling between his thighs as he sat on the edge of the cushion. “Just keep that thing pointed a little to my left, alright? If it happens again I’m returning the favor.”
Steve couldn’t help but return Mark’s smile, and his expression likewise fell when the other man went serious. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like what you’re about to say?”
“Both of those…events…only confirmed what I already thought. This is a mess, man. I wish I could tell you otherwise, but…” Mark paused to collect his thoughts, looking every bit the professional he was except for his lack of clothes. “Here’s what we’re working with…those are manufacturing grade nanites, not medical. I’m amazed more of them haven’t burned themselves out already. The numbers have dropped significantly just from those last two eruptions of yours.”
Steve cocked his head, confused. “That’s good, right? If they’re shutting down then that means I’ll go back to normal?”
“No, it means you’ll be stuck. We need to use them if we’re going to try and turn this around. So that thing I said earlier about getting professional help? We officially don’t have time,” Mark said, folding his arms across his bare torso. He drummed his fingers against his deceptive biceps, his eyes narrowing as he searched the code for anything he’d missed.
“Then what are we waiting for?! Let’s do this already,” Steve sputtered, his flushed skin going pale at the thought of being stuck with his massive, trigger-happy member.
Mark locked eyes with the younger man, his tone stern. “You need to understand what I’m saying. We only had crude tools to begin with, and now, not only have they degraded further, we have even less of them. If they don’t burn out immediately, this will absolutely be a one-way street. Whatever happens…that’s you from now on. It’s not as simple as just hitting an ‘undo’ button. They’re essentially going to be starting from scratch with a new program, and that’s a heavy load for something that isn’t meant for such a delicate job.”
Steve nodded. “I get it. Really. I know you’re doing your best. I’m the one who fucked up, here. Whatever happens is on ME, not you. Just do what you can.”
“As long as we’re on the same page,” Mark said, giving his screen one last look. “I’m ready when you are. As soon as I hit the button, those electrodes will send the signal.”
Steve’s impressive pecs expanded as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Go for it.” There was a torturous pause, in reality only a few seconds, before he gasped, a familiar wave of tingling breaking out from head-to-toe. The same thing had happened the first time, a numbing vibration that made it impossible for him to tell what was happening by feel alone. As before, the process was at least blessedly brief, meaning that the altered stud didn’t have to wait long for his fate to be sealed. He kept his eyes closed even after the buzzing had stopped, taking deep, slow breaths in an attempt at slowing his racing heart. He could immediately feel the lightened load between his legs, but something still felt off. “Did…did it…” Steve’s eyes shot open at the unfamiliar sound of his voice. He cleared his throat, hoping that would do the trick. “Am I supposed to sound funny,” he asked, clearing his throat again when the higher register remained. He didn’t sound quite like he’d been sucking on it himself, but Steve’s voice had taken on a second-hand helium squeak. “What the fuck?! Why do I sound like…IS THAT MY DICK?!’ For a moment, the stricken stud’s voice was forgotten when he looked down and saw the petite lump where his former monster had been. The tiny nub couldn’t have been more than a pair of inches, with an appropriately-sized sack wedged underneath. “What the fuck happened?”
Mark stared at the screen, more concerned with his friend’s vitals than how he looked or sounded. Only when he was convinced that everything was stable did he turn his attention towards the flustered hunk, his expression once again sympathetic. “This is what I was afraid of. We only had a hammer when we needed a scalpel,” he said, hopping to his feet. He was so focused on inspecting the taller man’s frame that it took a moment for him to register the way his friend gawked at him. “What? Are you okay? I mean, other than the obvious?”
Steve swallowed hard and nodded. “Something…some wires definitely got crossed,” he finally stammered, his eyes glued to Mark’s naked frame. He’d always thought of his friend as nerdy and scrawny, but now those feelings had been inverted. The glasses resting on Mark’s nose didn’t make him look nerdy; they emphasized his distinguished features, like his plump lips and sharp cheekbones. His friend wasn’t scrawny; he was shredded and solid with a pendulous package that suddenly made Steve quiver. And those were only the physical aspects. The rest of Mark, his smooth, gentle voice, his confident manner, his charming humor; they all joined forces to punch Steve right in his fluttering gut.
“What do you…oh! Uh, I see,” Mark said, blushing and flashing the bashful smile that now made Steve melt. “Maybe I should go put something on after all.”
“NO!” The bigger man squeaked before catching himself. “I mean, it’s fine. I should probably see if this, uh, calms down or not, right? Maybe it’s just a rebound or something?” Steve paused and rubbed his throat, letting out a short, shocked laugh. “Do I sound as weird as I think I do?”
Mark reached out and squeezed Steve’s shoulder without thinking. He thought about pulling away when he felt the other man shiver, but he didn’t want to make his friend feel any more awkward than he already did. “Whatever, man. I mean, okay, yeah, it’s noticeable,” he said, looking Steve up and down. Aside from the undersized equipment, the other man was every bit as sculpted and hairy as he had been, still looking like the model of masculinity while sounding like the polar opposite. “But who cares? Everyone’s voice is different…you’ll make it work.”
Steve groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders. “What are my clients going to think? I’m not in IT like you, dude. I’m in sales. I talk to people all day! Now I’m going to sound like a goddamn chipmunk?” Those shoulders fell when Steve finally looked back down at his miniscule member, a hand hesitantly drifting towards it. “And what the fuck am I supposed to do with this thing? Does it even stil wooOOOHHH…!” He went up on his toes as soon as he tweaked it between a pair of fingers, an unexpected ache from an unexpected source rocketing up his spine. Steve did it again to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, his eyes going wide as the unfamiliar ache grew at a rapid pace. “O…okay…yeah,” he gasped, his eyes wide. “Some wires definitely got crossed. Dude…my ass is…it’s…fuck…” he grunted, wincing at the way it sounded.
Still not following, Mark immediately spun his friend around and started inspecting the muscled globes for damage. “Your ass is what? Does it hurt? What can I…” He trailed off when Steve reached around, grabbed his hand, and then wedged it between his hairy cheeks. Before Mark could pull away, the younger man was squirming and swiveling back with his hips, positioning his now-eager hole to suck a pair of digits inside. “Whoa! Uh, okay, maybe we should try and figure some of this out.”
“Wa…wait…please…just give me a minute,” Steve chirped in what should have been a groan. He was well aware that he currently had another man’s fingers inside him, but their presence was the only thing that even began to quell his aching need. “Fuuuuck…this is crazy,” the dark-haired hunk laughed as he squirmed. He gave his shrunken cock a few more tweaks, but instead of sending little bursts of pleasure through him like it normally would, it sent them straight to his ravenous rear.
“What, uh…what can I do,” Mark asked, afraid to move his hand.
His unfamiliar frustration mounting, Steve started to ask Mark if he’d ever fingered someone before, but he caught himself. “I know this is going to sound weird, but…but I need to know…” the panting hunk squeaked, reluctantly pulling free of his friend’s fingers. “Please…I don’t know who else I’d be able to do this with…especially with me looking and sounding like this. I just…you’re so fucking hot right now…I need to…”
Mark gasped when Steve abruptly dropped to his knees and swallowed his hefty cock. “Oooookay…wow…that’s not what I…wow…” he stammered, going tense as he hardened in his friend’s mouth. Feeling partially responsible, he let the other man call the shots, granting Steve whatever access he needed to figure out whatever it was that he needed. It was clear from his awkward oral fumbling that the once-straight stud had never blown another man before, but Mark wasn’t about to judge his friend’s technique. Instead, he flexed his own ample bubble against the kneeling man’s hands and laced his fingers through his friend’s wavy mane as it bobbed back and forth.
“Sorry,” Steve eventually chirped, pulling his flushed face away. His expression hovered between lust and surprise as he gazed up at his friend. “I got a little carried away. I, uh…I don’t think I’m very good at this,” he said, his wide eyes fixed on his friend’s glistening rod.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Mark purred, gently batting his rigid organ against Steve’s cheek. “You’re doing just fine.”
The kneeling hunk grinned, sliding a hand around to stroke his friend’s luscious member. “Really makes mine seem small now.”
“If you’re telling me what I think you’re telling me, it really doesn’t matter, does it,” Mark asked.
“Can we…can we find out?” Steve’s heart raced at his friend’s nod. He felt foolish as he flopped onto his back and threw his legs into the air, never once thinking that he’d ever be in such a position, let alone that he’d be so excited about it. With anyone else he would have been humiliated, but, as his legs settled onto his friend’s firm shoulders, he didn’t see the slightest bit of humor in Mark’s eyes, only a determined hunger that made him quake with longing.
“I’ll go slow,” the older man purred, displaying a kind of seductive arrogance that Steve had never imagined him capable of. As soon as his friend’s slick head pushed inside, the penetrated pretty boy knew he was about to discover all sorts of things about his friend he’d never imagined before.
He was discovering things about himself, too, like how much he enjoyed the sight of Mark’s abs as they flexed in time with his thrusting, how his friend’s perky little pecs bounced on impact, and just how hot it was when the older man pursed his lips and grunted. The experience was like nothing Steve had ever felt before, and he was helpless to hold back his own chirping cries as Mark took him. Despite the fact that he easily outsized the older man, the writhing Adonis was putty in his friend’s hands, a moaning mass of hairy, melted muscle that could only whimper and squeak until his diminished member spurted like a tiny squirt gun. Though outwardly less impressive, the internal experience was every bit as intense, sending Steve reeling to the point where he barely drifted back in time to feel Mark unload inside him. As they lay in a panting pile, the younger man wanted nothing more than to tilt his head and meet Mark’s lips, but for some reason that felt like crossing an even more intimate line.
“That was…thank you,” Steve finally said, flashing an awkward smile. “You were incredible.”
Mark’s smile was only arrogant for a moment before going bashful. “Well, you know me. I don’t like to brag.”
“Clearly,” Steve laughed, still not used to the shrill sound, but hating it less with Mark in his arms. “No offense, but I never took you for such a stud. All those times I was bragging about getting laid to you, and you’re just walking around with skills like that? S-Tier, dude.” Steve was so surprised when Mark leaned in for a kiss that he almost missed his chance to return the gesture in full.
“Oh, I’m just full of surprises,” the older man purred. “Did you learn what you needed to?”
Steve nodded. He didn’t quite know how to say that, yes, he’d just confirmed his new status as a micro-dicked power-bottom. “I think I’m going to need some more practice.”
Mark leaned in for another kiss, his hand sliding down Steve’s furry abs to tweak his friend’s tiny nub. “Don’t worry…I’m happy to help.”
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