Trio

[Six Word Request: Artifact Redistributes 3 Buddies' Masculine Attributes]

The three were lucky to be getting out of that cave alive!

Guy, the biggest of the trio, hoisted the larger rocks out of the way while Ricky and Stan dug with their hands. When moonlight lit up the dark cave, they all cheered.

Guy plowed through, widening the hole with his bulk, and his two buddies came out with them. They tossed their packs on the sandy hillside and collapsed, taking deep breaths of the fresh air and staring up at the beautiful sky they thought they’d never seen before.

Only a few minutes passed before blame was tossed around. “No way should we have been poking around a cave,” Guy said. “We don’t have the equipment. That rockslide should have trapped us down there forever!”

“What’s life without a little risk?” Stan said, tilting his open canteen into his mouth even though he knew he had finished it earlier in the day. “Any story you survive is a worthwhile story.”

“Stan, seriously,” Ricky said, “we could have died in there. We still might! We have no idea where we are! I lost my compass down there!”

Guy checked his phone. “I’m down to about 3% of a charge left on this thing and I’m not getting any signal. And we’re out in the middle of nowhere.”

Stan smiled. His deep blue eyes flashed as he looked at his two buddies. “I swear, guys, leave it to me.” He stripped his earth-stained shirt off and tossed it to the ground, stretching his chiseled physique in the moonlight. “I’ve got a natural sense about these things. I got us out of there, didn’t I?”

“You got us into there,” Ricky said, elbowing his buddy. He wasn’t as big as Guy, nor was he as ripped as Stan, but he knew that if it came down to it, he could handle himself in a wrestling match with either of them. No matter how big Guy was, his balls were still just normal-sized balls, vulnerable to one square kick. And Ricky had buried Stan’s face in the ground more than once before. “What the fuck are we supposed to do?” Ricky said. “No food, no water… Just because we’re not buried alive doesn’t mean…”

Stan was already up and hustling down the mountainside’s steep gradient.

“Should we just let him wander off?” conjectured Guy.

Ricky let Stan get a good distance away before he grabbed his pack and hurried after him. “Nah, we shouldn’t. As shitty a guy as he is, we should stick with him.”

They walked for an hour before they reached a break in the woods--and a road!

“Look at that?” Stan said with a grin as headlights came their way. “In the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, I find us a road AND a passerby. Is there anything ol’ Stan can’t handle?”

Stan was even more thrilled when he saw the blonde woman behind the wheel. Still shirtless, he asked for a ride. “Nearest… well, nearest anywhere,” he said.

The blonde sighed. “I’ve been driving all night. You pay for gas, I’ll take you that way.”

Stan couldn’t help but flirt the entire time. Ricky and Guy exchanged frustrated looks in the back seat.

“Is that fucker ever not horny?” Guy whispered. The driver--whose name was Carissa--shot him a stern look at that line, but continued to make bubbly conversation with Stan the whole time.

It was a few hours before they reached a motel. Carissa still had a ways to go, but Guy and Ricky demanded they get out and rest.

“We’ve been stuck underground for three days,” Guy said impatiently as Stan exchanged numbers with Carissa. “I need a fucking soft bed and I need it bad.”

Ricky was the only one with a wallet on him. He paid for the room as Guy and Stan stood wearily in the parking lot.

“Did you tell her you were gay?” Ricky asked as he sauntered back to them with their keys.

“Nah,” Stan said, flipping his floppy blonde hair out of his eyes. “No need to break her heart. Or yours!” He shoved Ricky hard, causing his buddy to flash a sneer back in his direction. “You better have gotten us three beds because I’m not going to accidentally end up with your dick in my ass tonight--no funny business, got it?”

Ricky rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t fuck you with Guy’s dick,” he said as he unlocked their door.

“I wouldn’t fuck you with my dick either,” Guy added.

“If you did, lord knows I wouldn’t feel it,” Stan said. The jeer landed flat. All three of them knew that Guy’s cock was proportion to his wide, sturdily-built body.

Guy won rock-paper-scissors for first shower. Ricky sat by the wall, waiting for his dead phone to come back to life. “It’s funny how we could have died but nobody knows we were even missing,’ Ricky said.

“Yeah, technically our hiking trip is still scheduled to go on for another day,” Stan said. “I wonder how long we would have had to be missing for someone to start to look for us?” He hopped to his feet and rustled through his pack. “I think I still have a bag of almonds at the bottom of this somewhere…”

Ricky saw something bulge out the side of his pack as he searched for it. He shook his head. No way could it be that thing--he saw Stan toss it back into the cave! They had agreed they weren’t taking anything, even that creepy statue. But his exhaustion got the better of him; Ricky couldn’t let it go.

“Tell me you left that weird statue behind,” Ricky said, staring at Stan.

His pretty buddy smirked at him. “Of course I did,” he said, tossing his pack to the ground.

“Empty your pack,” Ricky demanded.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Dude, chill, okay? I’m gonna order us some pizza and pass the fuck out. I’m not having you two coming at my throat anymore this trip, got it?”

Ricky shook his head. “We agreed--all of us did--that you would toss that fucked-up looking statue back into the cave. That thing wasn’t right, man, we all felt it when you touched it. Guy thought he heard voices and shit!”

Stan cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, and you whined about how it made the air colder. But guess what? Only voice Guy’s hearing is his own, cheering himself on as he jerks that big fucking cock of his! And this hotel room is hot as fuck, right? So give it a rest and get off my back. We made it, all right? We’re fine. Dump the adrenaline and just be grateful we’re back in civilization.”

Ricky stared at Stan for a moment. He didn’t even blink. He felt his phone vibrate as it powered on, but before he texted his family he had to know that Stan hadn’t stolen that evil little statue.

“Bro, get the fuck away from me,” Stan said, shoving his pack away from Ricky as he approached.

“I will when I know you’re not lying,” Ricky said. Stan hopped to his feet and shoved at Ricky, but the skilled wrestler swept his leg, knocking Stan down. Then he grabbed the pack and emptied it on the ground.

Sure enough, from the bottom of the pack, the lead-heavy statue finally toppled out. As soon as Ricky saw it, he shivered. “Fuck, man!”

Stan sighed. He placed a hand over his eyes, then shrugged. “Look, we could have left it behind and this trip would have been just a big fucking mistake, or we could sell that thing--no way is it not valuable--and make a fucking fortune!”

Guy came out of the shower in that moment, rubbing his shaved head, a towel barely container his mountainous football lineman physique. He scratched a hairy pec as he headed to his bed. “What’s going on, guys? What happened?”

“Stan stole the statue.”

Stan let out a deep sigh, picking up the statue from the floor of the hotel. In the light it looked like carved obsidian, shaped like a massively muscled man with a huge cock, an axe in its hand, and three featureless heads. “Look, I was planning on splitting whatever I make selling this with you guys. If it’s really rare, which I guarantee it is--we pulled it out of the EARTH man--we can all go on TV to talk about it!”

“Probably Youtube,” Guy interjected, “and no way do I want to be anywhere near that thing. Get it out of the fucking room.”

“No way!” Stan said, resolute. Ricky was on his feet, ready to scuffle again, but Stan stood his ground.

Big Guy came over, towering over the two of them, easily the weight of both of his friends squished together. The tuck holding his towel to his waist was coming undone, threatening to unleash not only Guy’s unveiled bulk but his big swinging dick as well.

“It’s fucking evil. Get rid of it,” Guy said.

“No,” Stan said. “See, I thought we could actually celebrate being alive and all, but you guys had to go all mutiny on me. Ruin a moment we could have savored. Ungrateful fucks, you are.”

“Get rid of it,” Ricky chimed in. Stan’s two buddies closed in on him. He gripped it tightly, holding it against his chest. It felt like it was vibrating, letting out a high-pitched hum.

Stan and Guy grabbed the creepy statue, each of them pulling at it. Stan pulled as hard as he could.

Suddenly the statue was so hot Stan couldn’t hold it anymore. It burnt his hands--and Guy’s and Ricky’s too! He hurled it away. It smashed into a painting on the wall, collapsing with it in a pile of shattered glass.

All three of them seemed to black out for a moment. All of them stared around at a blurry room until their eyes came into focus.

“Holy…” began the man who had been standing in Ricky’s spot--but he was ENORMOUS! Bigger than Guy had been before. He had burst out of his clothes, which hung on him in loose tatters. He was about 6’5” tall, every bit of him bulging with incredible muscles. He looked like someone bred a Navy Seal with an MMA fighter and juiced the baby up with growth hormones for a couple decades. “Holy shit,” he said in a voice so deep it sounded like a car rumbling. “What the fuck just happened?”

Next to him, Guy wobbled on unsteady legs, shocked to be looking up at the gigantic guy that had replaced Ricky--and Stan as well! “Guys, did we… are we sick?” he said in a higher voice. He let the towel fall to the ground. While he was only about five feet tall, his body was absolutely shredded, flawlessly fit with a huge bulbous ass behind him. While he lacked any mass to speak off, the little bit of him that there was seemed carved out of marble.

“Guy? Is that you?” Stan mumbled. He was shifting uncomfortably in his clothes, which seemed a little baggy--except his jeans, which were tight up front. “Guy, you’re… fucking beautiful!”

It was undeniable. Guy, who had been a thicc brute before, was now disarmingly striking, with an angelic face and a body that looked built for sex.

“Fuck!” Guy said, fumbling for the towel clumsily. Despite his beguiling appearance, his cock looked as tiny as the rest of him--all of him, that is, except his big ass. As he turned around to hide his suddenly little dick--the first time in his life the formerly big lug had been shy about his formerly good-sized piece of meat--he bent over, revealing two of the juiciest globes either Ricky or Stan had ever seen.

“Good god do I want to bury my face in that,” Stan said, grabbing his over-stuffed crotch. “Fuck, man, get over here,” he said, unzipping his pants and advancing on little Guy.

“Hey!” barked massive Ricky. “You can’t just fuck him like that!”

Stan let his pants fall to the ground and stripped off his shirt. His “instagram physique” was gone, replaced by an average-sized, comparatively doughy body, but his dick was MASSIVE. It seemed to extend most of the way down his thigh, and it seemed to be getting bigger as it rose into a vertical steel pipe! Two massive balls swung beneath it, the size of oranges.

“Fuckin’ a!” Ricky exclaimed as he saw Stan’s huge dick. Patting down the rest of his big body, blown away by the overstuffed pile of dense muscles he found on all sides of him, his hand went to his groin--and he sheepishly jerked his hand away from what he found there.

“No,” Guy said in a breathy voice. “No, damn, Stan, I’ve been wanting you to fuck me since you met me…” He giggled, looking around with a dazed look in his eyes. “Damn, I can’t believe I said that! Guys, I can’t believe I’m this fucking small…”

“You’re the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever seen,” Stan said, grabbing little Guy and lifting him up, pulling him to his chest. Guy wrapped his legs around Stan, kissing him deeply.

Despite how turned on Ricky was by this scene, he knew this wasn’t right. “Guys, for real,” he boomed, stumbling as he tried to walk--his quads were so bloated up with mass he had to roll them around each other just to go forward!--grabbing little Guy with his big meaty hands, trying to pull the two apart.

“If you don’t get your fucking hands off him,” Stan spat, “I’m gonna shove my fist down your fucking throat, Ricky.” He kissed Guy again, then looked at Ricky with wide eyes. “Damn, that felt good!”

Ricky knew this wasn’t right. It had to be that statue! But something about Stan’s tone made him shiver and fall in line. Stan was the boss, he knew--wait, no, fuck that! He wasn’t the boss by a long shot! “Hey you two, seriously. You shouldn’t be doing this, you’ve never wanted to fuck before…”

“I have! I have,” Guy exclaimed. “Fuck, god, I never thought Stan liked big dudes, so I never said anything…”

“You aren’t big anymore, sweet little man,” Stan said, running his hands over Guy’s tight, sinewy body. “God, remember how huge you used to be? I can lift you so easily now. You sweet little dumpling.”

Ricky took a step forward. He was huge! What could these two guys, less than half his size, do about it? He felt a surge of adrenaline as he flexed his massive body, reveling in the power for a moment, but as he got close to Stan, his buddy’s hand reached out and ripped off the last bit of Ricky’s underwear covering his crotch.

Ricky backed away, shocked at the tiny dick he now had. It had been a decent seven inches before, but now it was the same size as Guy’s--but between his herculean thighs, it looked absolutely tiny!

Guy broke away from Stan’s kiss to stare at Ricky’s tiny nub and two little raising. The two of them chuckled, then went back to kissing as Stan started to play with Guy’s perky little butt. He ran a few fingers down the crack of his ass, driving the little guy wild.

As Ricky lumbered over to where the statue landed, the rest of his clothing fell, reduced to threads by his massive physique. Every footstep felt so heavy--damn, he was so big! The room seemed tiny to him now. He grabbed Guy’s towel, pulling it over his shamefully little dick. It wasn’t quite big enough to tie around his thick, overmuscled waist, but he would use it to cover his little unit for the time being.

“The statue did this,” he said. He reached for it, but as his big hand touched it, the carved relic started to melt like ice cream. “Dammit!” He pawed at the shimmering puddle it left behind, until the oily pool evaporated. “It’s gone!”

Behind him, Stan was fully inside Guy, pounding the little guy with his monster cock. Guy was loving it, shrieking in his high-pitched voice as he rode the big-dicked alpha. He roared as he finished, finally pulling Guy off and setting the writhing man down on the bed.

“Again!” Guy cried, clapping his hands together, still bathed in the afterglow.

“In a minute,” Stan said, turning toward Ricky. “Hey, you! I know I said I don’t like big guys but all that muscle on your frame--damn, you’re gonna be ducking to get through doors from now on!--nobody’s going to sleep until I dominate that ass, big man.”

Ricky turned toward Stan. Like Guy, he’d been secretly attracted to Stan for their entire friendship (which is how Stan usually got his own way) but Stan seemed to flirt with everyone but his best buddies.

“Don’t you get it?” Ricky said as Stan strutted toward him. “That statue--it’s like it redistributed our qualities. I got all the muscle…” He glanced down to remind himself what an absolutely gigantic man he had become. “Guy got all the pretty, I guess…”

“Pretty and horny!” Guy chimed in. “Guys, I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life… I don’t think it’s going to go away!”

“...and Stan got all the cock and the confidence…” Stan was standing in front of him now. He winked, and the act absolutely melted Ricky. Why fight it? The idea of giving in to Stan--letting his buddy top him--was too much. But now, he realized, Stan had all the confidence. He and Guy had none.

Ricky rose to his full height. Stan was looking into Ricky’s enormous pecs--Ricky almost couldn’t see his buddy past his enormous pec shelf!

“Flex your arms,” Stan ordered, and Ricky found himself following his orders.

“Because I wanted to,” Ricky added as he looked at his big cannons, his eyes going wide as he saw how they bulged. His triceps hung like hams! He felt his lats spreading out behind him like wings. He could barely glance past his bloated traps, but he knew there was a pair of glutes as hard as a diamond behind him. It wasn’t as cushiony and juicy as Guy’s ass, but he could probably pop a bottle open if he flexed his ass tight enough.

“On your knees, big man,” Stan ordered, and Ricky did as he was told. It just felt so good to let Stan take over--and Stan was loving giving all the orders. “Fuck,” Stan said as he let his hands explore Ricky’s hulk-like physique. “All this time I felt I had to sweet-talk everyone into everything. It’s so much nicer to just… say what I want.” He grabbed his big cock and lifted it up, savoring the heft of it, and the weight of his swinging balls, as he leaned into Ricky’s huge body.

“Lift up your arm, big man. I bet that pit is ripe as fuck, three days underground and all.”

Ricky did as he was told and Stan leaned into it. “Look at you, not a fucking hair on your whole body, like a statue…” His tongue dug deep into the crevice of Ricky’s muscled armpit and the olympian man moaned.

Guy had crawled off the bed and was approaching the two of them, one hand exploring Ricky’s gigantic body while the other dug into his own ass crack.

“Look at my two buddies,” Stan said, looking at the giant roadfreak and the flawless beauty on either side of him. “Aren’t you guys glad I took that statue now?”

“Yes,” moaned Gus as he turned around and straddled Ricky’s big quad, sliding his ass up and down it.

“Yes,” Ricky finally admitted, leaning back as Stan had his way with his titanic physique.

“Fuck yeah,” Stan said. “Big Stan is in charge now, and I bet we’re all going to get along a hell of a lot better.”