Throuple

[a longform request from @Welan]

Remy peered out his apartment window, surveying the foot traffic outside. He only noticed two people passing by, but the QwikMart was a block away. Could he really make it there with no shirt?

As he walked to his bedroom, he heard Percy snoring from the living room couch, and then an unfamiliar growling sound from his roommate Thad’s bedroom. A moment passed before he realized that it was Thad snoring; it was just much deeper, much louder, than Remy had ever heard it before.

In his room he dug a Patriots jersey from a hamper and held it up against his wide, bulging body. There was no way he was squeezing into this! “Holy shit, that’s an XL,” he said, still astonished by what had happened to him. He tossed it aside and examined his biggest hoodie. By the time he’d pulled it over his wide shoulders, he heard it split down the back. It was in tatters by the time he pulled it down his torso.

“Goddammit,” he said. There was no way his clothes would fit him, but he knew the guy at the QwikMart wouldn’t let him in without a shirt on. Stooping down, he saw a dirty tanktop under his bed. No way was he going to fit under there to grab it; he had to grab the side of the bed and lift it. The bed felt as light as cardboard.

“This looks ridiculous,” he said as he took a look in his mirror. The tanktop fit like a second skin and didn’t even go all the way down his abs–FUCK, he had ABS now, so deep he could sink his fingertips between them! “I guess this is what I’m wearing,” he said with a sigh, heading toward the front door.

“Yo Thad,” he said, opening his roommate’s door. His roomie still snored loudly, like a rumbling chainsaw. He was fully engulfed in his covers but the mound on his bed seemed far too large to be Thad. I guess that’s Thad now, Remy reminded himself. He noted the bed bowing dramatically under Thad’s newly increased weight, nearly touching the floor.

He felt like a stripper, walking down the street in his stretched-to-the-limit sweatpants and his skin-tight tank–now a crop-top–with all his muscles splayed out for everyone to see. Someone honked as they passed and he flipped them the middle finger. A moment later he realized that the honk could have been flirtatious rather than antagonistic. This was all going to take some getting used to.

“Where do you lift?” the QwikMart employee–Larry, his nametag read–as Remy pointed to the Camel Blues behind the counter.

“Uh, the gym,” Remy said, anxiously running a hand through his stringy blonde hair. He heard some stitches in his tank top pop as the motion flared out his left lat. Shit, he thought, pretending he hadn’t noticed the huge hole that appeared on the side.

Larry blinked at the response, then nodded his head. “Yeah, I figured that,” he said. “I just meant, ‘Which one?’”

Remy chuckled. “A couple, actually,” he lied. “I like to have, y’know… multiple options.”

“I’d bet, big fucker like you,” Larry said. “I’m surprised a dude looking like that smokes cigarettes though.”

Remy shrugged–another tear from his tank top. “Y’know, they’re for my girlfriend.”

Larry nodded. “Good man! Gotta take care of the queen.”

As Remy stepped out on the street, he realized that Larry hadn’t recognized him at all. A glance in the window showed the same face Remy had always had (maybe a little more angular, definitely on a thicker neck). Larry had only looked at his muscles, though.

As Remy held a cigarette to his face, he realized the reflection looked all wrong. His body didn’t have a drop of body fat on it; he looked like he flipped tires for breakfast, then deadlifted a truck before chugging a gallon of egg whites every single day. He slid the cigarette back in the pack, then tried to shove them in his pocket. It was stretched so tightly against his leg that he ended up starting to crush the pack. He handed it to a homeless man instead. “Nice use of your nine dollars, Remy,” he chided himself.

The whole walk back, that phrase–”my girlfriend”--hung in his head. Why had he lied? And why had the words felt so wrong in his mouth? He’d dated girls his whole life. Surely what he’d done with Thad and Percy the night before hadn’t invalidated that. He took a deep breath–another massive tear, finally endiing the tank top as it split into thirds–and headed back into his apartment, savoring the heavy thuds of his footfalls on the stairs.

The living room window was open. Percy, ponytailed and unshowered, was out on the roof, smoking. All three had hung out on the slanted roof the night before, up until the point Remy and Thad had started to “change.” Remy leaned out the window, taking a step out on the roof as he waved at Percy, who winked back at him before exhaling a cloud of vape smoke. Remy froze as he heard the roof slats creek beneath him.

“Maybe you’re too heavy to come out here now?” Percy conjectured.

“Nah,” Remy said, looking down at his bulky body. “I gotta be, like, what… 225?” He lifted an arm and peeked underneath as if the answer was there.

Percy chuckled. “Big guy, you’re like closer to 260, I’d guess. Maybe 270! You guys got a scale? We can figure it out.”

Remy blinked. “‘Big guy.’” It still sounded weird. The day before he’d considered himself “slim” and, at 5’10”, “tall”--but the man he’d been before was puny compared to his body now!

Percy walked across the roof and leaned toward Remy, his torso filling the open window. Percy closed his eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but Remy jerked back, hitting his head on the window. Percy opened his eyes and laughed, then shook his head.

“I guess things are different when we’re not all drunk, right?” Percy said. Remy backed inside and Percy swung a scrawny leg through. When they stood side by side in the living room, Percy only came up to Remy’s pecs. Remy’s one leg looked to be nearly as big as Percy’s waist was around.

“No, it’s not that,” Remy said, starting to pace around the living room. He heard his sweatpants starting to split up the sides. This was too much: the sudden muscle and height, the fact that he couldn’t seem to keep clothes on, all swirling around his head, making it impossible to process the fact that he’d kissed his roommate the night before.

(Not to mention the fact that Percy had fucked both of them.)

Remy had no bandwidth left to process what it all meant.

“Hey, you guys!” called a deep, unfamiliar voice from the kitchen. Grateful for the interruption, Remy ran toward the noise to find Thad fully naked, his thick arms wrapped around the refrigerator as he lifted it with ease.

“Thad, put some clothes on!” Remy urged.

“Fuck, I don’t have any clothes that fit!” Thad said, holding the fridge aloft proudly before slamming it down again. He stroked his beard, then pounded on his enormous chest. “But look how fucking strong I am!” He flexed both of his arms, his cock springing to attention as he did so.

Remy’s own cock started to rise at the display. His face burned red as he threw both thick hands over his crotch. (More tearing sounds from his pants made him blush harder…) “Thad, put SOMEthing on!” he insisted.

“Why the fuck should I do that?” Thad said, bouncing his pecs. He licked his lips. “Plus, the fuck am I going to wear? The shower curtain?”

Remy lumbered down the hallway, then loudly shuffled back with a towel from the bathroom. As he tossed it to Thad, the seat of Remy’s pants finally gave way and the pants fell to the ground in several pieces. Thad laughed as Remy scooted away, clumsy with all his new bulk, to find a towel for himself.

“You boys don’t have to dress up all pretty for me, that’s for sure,” Percy said, smiling as he watched the two muscle hulks bounding around with their unfamiliar size.

Percy’s voice seemed to inject something sobering into the air. Both Thad and Remy froze. Thad sprang into motion, hastily tying the towel around his waist and turning toward the sink. Remy fashioned his own into a loincloth and shook his head.

“Percy, what did this to us?” Remy asked. “Was it the weed?”

Percy chuckled and shrugged. “Fuck if I know!” he said, his eyes still feasting on the buffet of male flesh before him. “I smoked it and I’m still puny as fuck! But you guys… WOW!” He patted Remy’s thigh-thick forearm. Remy cringed and slid away from the contact.

“Well, was it the…” Thad was at a loss for words, but thrust his hips a few times to complete his thought.

“I’ve fucked a lot of guys, too, and nobody’s ever turned into fucking tanks before…” Percy said, shaking his head wistfully. “But it started before, right? You two started blowing up before any of us even touched. There was some… energy in the air…”

As he said the words, all three started to sense another “energy”--a tingling that seemed to be bouncing between the three of them. Remy’s skin felt warm and tight. Thad exhaled as his whole body relaxed like he’d taken a painkiller. Percy’s hands went to his jeans as he bent over, overwhelmed by a growing sensation radiating from his base.

Suddenly Remy stormed from the room, each footfall thunderous. “I feel like you guys aren’t even reacting to the fact that we’re fucking FREAKS now!” he said. “I mean, we can’t even wear clothes. How can we even go out in public? What are our friends and family going to say?”

Thad nodded with a solemn look on his face. “Look, Percy, if you’re trying to make us bigger again… I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Percy shook his head. “You think I’m doing this?! I’m just as lost as you guys!”

After a few tense moments, Percy headed for the door. “Look, I’m not feeling all that welcome here right now so I’m gonna head home and sleep this off.”

The door slammed behind him. Thad joined Percy in the living room.

“You really think Percy did this to us?” Thad asked.

“I mean, what do we know about him? He’s our weed dealer, and until last night we wouldn’t have been seen in public with him. But we spend one night hanging out with that little weasel, and then THIS happens.”

“I thought he was kinda fun,” Thad said. “And, y’know… hot…”

“Don’t say that,” Remy snapped. He shook his head and sighed. Several tense, quiet moments passed.

“Maybe it’ll just wear off,” Thad suggested. “Maybe if we just take a nap or something we’ll wake up normal-sized?” He shrugged his huge shoulders; his traps swallowed his neck. The sullen, confused look on his face looked almost comical surrounded by the freakish display of overblown muscle surrounding it.

“What if it doesn’t?” Remy said. “How are we going to live like this?”

“Maybe it’ll be awesome!” Thad said, flexing his big torso. “I mean, maybe I’ll get a job as a bouncer. Or like a model! Be in advertisements for like, creatine or something. ‘Drink this and get as big as Thad!’ But nobody’s gonna get as big as me drinking some fruity water…”

Remy looked down at his torso, which still seemed unfamiliar. He grabbed a handful of his pec and squeezed it, lifting it up and letting it fall. He pounded a fist into it, savoring the resounding THUNK of knuckles against dense muscle. Thad’s eyes lit up. He reached for Remy’s chest like he couldn’t help himself.

“Wait–” Remy said, blocking Thad’s advance. “Thad, last night was just a one-time thing!”

Thad blinked both eyes. “Dude, it’s just… I can’t help myself.” His cock was protruding from his towel, rock hard.

“I know, but we have to control ourselves. This isn’t us!” Remy said, gesturing to his body. The two looked like the kinds of guys who weigh their food, hit themselves with steroids, go to two different gyms, and spend all day shaving and preening and flexing and posing. They were just two normal college guys! Thad played video games, Remy liked watching football and drinking beer. The idea of sitting on a couch or drinking a beer with these chiseled, veiny bodies seemed ridiculous.

“If nobody else can see, though,” Thad said, reaching forward and placing a thick mitt on Remy’s massive triceps. “...then I don’t think it hurts to just let our bodies do what they want to do, right?”

As Thad pulled Remy toward him, both of their mouths opened. The towels slid away and their bodies pressed against each other, two hard cocks rubbing together like sticks starting a fire. Thad grabbed Remy’s head with his hands and pulled him into a kiss. Remy felt lost in that moment, like Thad was swallowing him whole… their pecs pressed together, cocks wedged between, all their muscles squeezing against each other… their man-stinks starting to blend together…

Thad pulled away and buried his face in Remy’s chest, savoring the thickness of his pecs. Thad’s beard drove Remy CRAZY. He found himself involuntarily arching his back and thrust his glutes back for some unknown reason.

“Take a shower with me,” Thad whispered between desperate kisses along Remy’s biceps.

“We can’t fit in the shower…” Remy said as they waddled together, like two hippos, toward the bathroom.

“Then let’s just get wet and soapy,” Thad suggested.

Remy couldn’t resist.

*

When they came out of their fugue state, Remy looked around to see most of the furniture in Thad’s room had been wrecked. The bed was now on the floor, the headboard smashed. “Oh, shit,” Remy said. “We trashed your stuff!”

Thad’s muscles flared out as he stretched his body, letting out a low, animalistic growl. “Fuck, big guy… that was… fuck…”

Remy nodded. “Yeah, it was,” he said. “But what are we going to–”

Thad put a finger to Remy’s lips. “Shhh! We don’t need to figure out anything past, like, right now.”

They heard a knock at the door. Reality came crashing back to them.

Remy was on his feet in a moment. He stomped loudly through the apartment, searching for his towel to cover up with. He put his eyes to the peephole and saw Percy.

“Oh, shit,” Remy said. He opened the door. “Hey bud.”

Percy smelled the air. “Smells like… a locker room in here,” he remarked. “And… something else.”

Remy’s whole body flushed.

Percy extended a pair of bags. “Clothes,” he said. “All I could find were, like, athletic sweatpants. Size 2XL. Should fit.”

Remy let out a sigh of relief as he took the bag. He stepped into his bedroom and emerged fully dressed. He looked like some swollen gym guy, filling out his maroon jumpsuit with barely an inch to spare for his expansive frame.

“You look good,” Percy said with a nod. Thad had emerged from his room with his own lime green sweatsuit on. It was tight, showing off every expansive curve of his muscles, but it didn’t look like it was going to burst anytime soon. “Sorry about the colors.”

“Look,” Remy said. “We’re still a little fucked up from last night, still a little weirded out by…” He flexed his arm and pointed to it with his other hand. “This… so we were a little weird earlier.”

“We like hanging out with you,” Thad admitted. “Last night was fun, all things considered.”

Percy shrugged. “A lot happened. I needed to give you guys time to percolate on it at all. That you’re willing to talk to me at all right now means a lot. A lot of guys don’t want anything to do with me after we fuck around… until they want to do it again, of course.”

Remy extended his big hand for a shake. It swallowed Percy’s. Thad did the same.

“Cool. Cuz I was thinking, whatever happened last night… seems like the three of us, together, make some sort of power unit, right?”

Thad chuckled. He thrust his hips a few times. “Heh heh… ‘Power unit…’ “

Percy winked at him. “So anyway, I just thought… maybe, if that sort of tingly feeling starts to build between us, and that’s how we made you guys HUGE… maybe we tap into it, try to make you guys small again, and then I’ll bail and we’ll never mention this whole situation again. Deal?”

Thad and Remy looked at each other, neither of them wanting to speak up. Finally Remy broke the silence.

“We were thinking…” Remy began.

“We kind of like… being big like this…” Thad said.

“I mean, we have no idea how we’re going to deal with all this, or whatever, but…”

“But we have each other, and we can figure it out,” Thad finished.

Percy smiled. “Aw, have you guys been a perfect couple this whole time and you were just waiting for me to bring it out?” He gave Remy a soft punch in his muscled abdomen. “JESUS, that thing is STEEL!” he said, shaking out his fist.

“I think it’s more… the THREE of us…” Thad added. The electricity was in the air again. They all shivered as they felt it starting to build.

“You guys want this?” Percy said, rubbing his hands over the skin of his neck and his forearms as his nerves started to light up.

Remy exhaled loudly. “Fuck, I can’t think of the future right now… all I want is what’s right in front of me…”

“Give us all you got,” Thad said.

Both Remy and Thad took a step toward Percy, dropping to their knees as their marijuana-selling buddy put his hands on their heads.

Percy shivered. “I… I feel like it’s not even up to me anymore… whatever’s between us… is just… happening!”

The could all feel it–some invisible force flowing from Percy into the two kneeling men, through each other, and then back up to Percy. Thad suddenly groaned loudly and arched his back as his body began to swell. Remy gave out a similar cry as he, too, felt his form straining against the confines of his brand new clothes. Even Percy twitched a few times, bucking his hips as he felt a tingling in his groin.

“Oh, faaaahhhhhkkk…” Thad roared as he flexed his burgeoning muscles, shredding his outfit. Remy grunted loudly before his own sweatsuit tore to bits. They swelled up with not only new muscles, but height as well; kneeling, they were each just below eye level with Percy now.

Thad rose to his feet first, chuckling as he stood all the way up to the ceiling. “Christ, I’m BIG!” he said. “Fuck, look at this body!” He walked over to the doorway (every footstep a minor earthquake) and measured his width against the exit. “I’m gonna have to squeeze through these now!” he said in a voice that rumbled like thunder.

“Holy shit…” Remy commented as he, too, stood to find his hair brushing against the ceiling. He flexed his arm and examined a bicep the size of a watermelon. He was so WIDE now, too! He felt like five lateral feet of solid muscle. Percy only came up to Remy’s ripped eight-pack now. Remy leaned forward and grabbed Percy (as gently as he could), pulling him into a kiss.

“Fuck, even your TONGUE is huge now!” Percy commented as he pulled away. To illustrate the fact, Remy lapped at his new buddy’s face; his tongue easily covered half of it.

“Why am I still tingling?” said Thad after running through a few bodybuilder poses he’d seen on the internet. He stomped down his leg and made his quad–which was wider than Percy now–wobble back and forth.

“Percy, we’re not going to get bigger, are we?” Remy said. As it was, Remy and Thad would be looked at as freaks no matter where they went. They were doomed to a life of special-ordering clothes, paying for two seats on planes, and struggling to squeeze into most cars. Percy looked at the two mammoths, waddling around with their newly inflated bodies, and just shrugged.

“Guys, I understand this about as much as you guys do… FUCK!” He flinched like something had stung his behind. Percy reached down and yanked off his jeans, letting his big cock flop free. Remy and Thad suddenly snapped to attention as the organ was revealed.

“Oh god, that looks…” Thad said, licking his lips.

Remy nodded, entranced by the sight of Percy’s cock. He flashed to the memory of the night before, the delicious pain of feeling it all the way inside his tight ass, and had trouble forming words. He just knew he wanted to be around when that cock got hard.

The tingling grew stronger and Percy grabbed his cock with both hands as it, too, grew. Hard, it was eight inches… then nine, ten, thickening with every moment as his balls pulsed and swelled beneath.

“Jesus!” Thad shouted as he grabbed his ass with both hands. HIs shredded glutes, so wide they looked like they needed a license plate slapped on them, started to inflate as well.

Remy felt it too, his thighs and buttocks plumping and inflating. The rest of him (already as big and swollen as a champion bodybuilder after a buffet) stayed the same, thankfully, but soon he had absurdly gigantic pillows of muscles–cartoonish even on his inhumanly gigantic frame.

“That… that was… something else…” Percy said, wobbling on his feet as his fifteen inch cock pulsed and spewed precum at the sight of the two elephantine men, rippling and bulging with even the slightest movement of their veiny bodys, sat back on asses so gigantic their backs arched.

“My… ass…” Thad said as he looked around, trying to find himself in the maelstrom of sensations he was experiencing.

Remy felt it too. It wasn’t that their asses were huge now; they seemed alive with sensation, like a billion new nerve endings had suddenly appeared and were incredibly sensitive. Remy reached down to grab his dick but whimpered when he found it wasn’t there. Between legs the size of most men was a tiny little pinky finger of a cock, rigid but miniscule, above two breathmint sized balls. Thad’s manhood had shrunken the same way.

“Boys, boys,” Percy assured his muscle freaks as he massaged their worried faces. With every step his gargantuan cock bobbed and splattered precum. Percy massaged the worried musclebulls’ faces. “Who needs a cock when you’ve got bodies like that?”

“Who needs a cock,” Remy groaned, “when we’ve got yours?”

Percy nodded. The two men were so big (weighed down by their foolish-looking behinds) that they were nearly immobile. Still, they struggled to be nearer to Percy, despite the lack of space in the apartment.

“Now, which one of you is going to be on the receiving end of this–” Percy began, suddenly finding himself pressed between two sets of pecs. He found space in their deep cleavage, but on either side of him was a massive wall of muscles that seemed as hard as granite. “SHIT!” he gasped as the two pressed together, kissing each other above him as his cock glazed their flesh with his shiny load.

“Careful, you’ll hurt him,” Remy chided his best friend.

“Gotta take care of him,” Thad said as the two beasts pulled away to give Percy room to breathe.

“Oh, my big muscle pets,” Percy said as they let him back down to the floor. “We are gonna have some FUN. Let’s get nice and stoned… and then…” He gave each of the freakish giants a slap on their asses; he winced at the feeling of their solid flesh.