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Remy banged on the apartment door again. Casey had to be home. A couple walked down the hallway at that moment. Remy pulled his hat down and tried to shrink into his trenchcoat. All of his attempts to escape notice were just drawing more attention to him. He pounded on the door again. His fists were thicker than he was used to. It felt like swinging a club. He paused to examine the beefy hands, flexing the muscular fingers, then gave the door an extra pound.

When the door opened, Remy just stared at the tall, lean gentleman who answered, not recognizing him. The man seemed to be doing the same to him.

“Is Casey here?” Remy asked. He hated what was happening to his voice--high and lilting, no matter how hard he tried to fight it, with a distinctly feminine tone and a hint of a lisp. Everything he said sounded flirty. Or slutty. Or both.

The man smiled. “I should’ve known it’d be you. I figured you’d be over here sooner. C’mon in, Remy.”

This didn’t add up. Remy had never seen the average-looking dark-haired guy before. Casey was a massive hairy brute. Even some of the pro powerlifters at the gym were intimidated by him! All grizzly muscles and hard mass, a no-necked goliath who had a manly stink even after a shower. This guy was maybe 160 lbs, barely filling out a size medium shirt.

“No way are you Casey,” Remy said as the door closed behind him. The guy gestured to a seat as he went into his kitchen.

“Get comfy,” he said. “Want a beer?”

“No I do not want a beer!” Remy snapped. He had expected it to sound intimidating but it came out as a squeaky tantrum.

The guy came back in the room taking a swig from an IPA. “Your call,” he said. Then, in response to Remy’s quizzical look, he said, “Just so you know, I am Casey.”

“How. The fuck.” Remy said. He had seen Casey less than a week ago. Watched him squat an ungodly amount of weight at the gym and then strut away like it was nothing. He had ended up chatting with him in the locker room. Turned out big massive Casey wasn’t as scary as everyone made him out to be. Smelled damn good too. Weird of Remy to think, because he wasn’t gay or anything, but something about the scent coming off Casey got his attention. Made him stick in his brain.

That’s why he agreed to go out to drinks with him, even though it seemed weird. Back then, Remy had been a whole head taller than Casey, and probably 150 lbs lighter. Now Remy was looking into Casey’s chest and had at least 60 pounds on him.

“So let’s get a look at you,” Casey said. “Lose the trenchcoat.”

Remy hesitated to disrobe. Without asking, Casey pulled off Remy’s hat. Remy reached for it but Casey held it high, out of his reach, and laughed.

“Man, this sure is different then the last time you were here!” Casey said. “You look nice and pretty now, dude. Seriously. Look at those cheekbones! Those lips! Jesus, you’re like a fucking model!”

“I was like a model before,” Remy pouted, causing his big juicy lips to stick out even more. “Now I’m like… some kind of girly freak!”

“Oh, there’s nothing girly about you, my friend. You’re definitely… all man.” Casey reached out and prodded Remy’s body through the trenchcoat. “Jesus, you’re built like a beast now! Big arms, big pecs, man… that ass! What an improvement!”

“I was fine before!” Remy said with a sneer, jerking away from Casey’s touch. When they had first met, Remy had been tall and lean. A surfer his whole life, Remy used to have a tan, shredded physique. No one would have ever called him “big” but he had an abdomen you could grate cheese with. He had always hated that lumpy, bulging muscle look all the bodybuilders at the gym had. He had thought Casey--at least, how Casey used to look--was ridiculous. Why get so big you can’t even fit into clothes?

Every day since their night together, Remy’s body had gotten a little bit shorter, a little bit thicker. He had tried to ignore the changes at first, but a few days in he had pecs so big he couldn’t see past them and a big ass he couldn’t fit into any of his pants. He wasn’t used to his new dimensions. He kept clipping his thickening arms on things. His shoulders seemed about a foot wider than normal too. He practically had to walk sideways through doors.

Then came the face stuff. His features moving around a little, readjusting. Getting--for lack of a better word--prettier. Eyelashes lengthening, lips getting bigger, cheekbones standing out above a flawless jawline that had never been there before.

“It all started after the night we… we…”

“The night you sucked my dick,” Casey said with a sneer. “Judgment free zone here, man. No need for labels. What we did doesn’t make you a sissy. I mean dude, I was a fucking vat of testosterone. If anything, swallowing one of my loads made you even more manly!”

“You did something to me!” Casey accused. “I didn’t want to go with you! I don’t do that shit!”

Casey shrugged. “Hey, dude, I dunno. That curse is pretty powerful, but one thing it doesn’t do is turn dudes gay. Maybe you had it buried deep down, but you wanted to suck a big powerful guy’s dick. Being with me just brought it to the surface.”

Remy eyed up the unassuming guy standing before him. “What the fuck happened to you, anyway? You’re like a third of the guy you were last week?”

“That’s the curse,” Casey said. He flopped down in his chair and took another healthy gulp of beer. “Brings out the inner you. Not necessarily the ‘real’ you by any means, but deep down there’s a guy just itching to get out. It takes all those buried qualities and builds you a new body out of them. A new persona. You’re still in control, but it scrambles your soul, man. It’s easy to get lost in there. I sure did. Thought I was some 300 pound bull. Just barking orders and taking shit from nobody. Getting whatever I wanted. Hell of a ride, man. It is nice to be me though.” He stretched his lanky limbs. “Being that big, that heavy, sure is a burden sometimes. It’s cool being able to lift a car, but it’s like wearing a suit of granite…” His voice trailed off. “You still haven’t shown me what the curse did to you yet.”

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘curse?’” Remy whined. He felt a tingle over his body--no way! It couldn’t be happening here!--and this time he actually felt himself lose an inch of height. Meanwhile all of his muscles pumped up, then stayed pumped. His arms stuck out at even more of an angle from his side. He had to widen his stance to accommodate his thickening quads pushing against each other.

“Jesus, it just happened, didn’t it?” Casey said, sticking his tongue through his teeth. “Looking even better, I gotta say!”

“It’s not just…” Remy shifted uncomfortably as he looked down at an unfamiliar form once again. “It’s not just my body. It’s inside me, too.”

“Tell me about it,” Casey said. “It was like all my brains were in my cock back then. I couldn’t fucking handle it! I had to fuck like ten times a day. Sure I could jerk off--had to use both hands just to do it, of course, you remember that thing I’m sure--but that barely took the edge off. The guys I fucked… Maybe 200 in all the time I was in that body. You too, bud? Your cock running the show?”

Remy’s hands had moved to his ass before he was even aware what he was doing. He patted the bulbous shape, feeling the density of the overgrown muscle. He fought the urge to make it jiggle. He knew that deep in that crack was that little tickle he was trying to ignore. Just that tiny little itch he desperately wished he could scratch. No matter what, every second that passed it invading every thought even more forcefully.

“How do I get it to stop,” Remy said. “You have to tell me.”

“I’m not helping you until you strip off that overcoat.”

Remy glared back but Casey didn’t budge. Gingerly, Remy undid the belt, then let the coat fall off his broad shoulders. He clapped his hands over his crotch but the rest of him was there on display: alabaster white, every inch bulging with thick juicy muscles. There was nothing “lean” about this body. Everyone who saw him would instantly assume he was obsessed with his body, constantly on steroids and motivated only by more and more size.

It was cold in Casey’s apartment. As Remy shivered, his big pecs flexed and bounced. Casey licked his lips.

“Damn, bro, that is BEAUTIFUL!” He pulled out his phone. “I took a picture of you the other night specifically for this reason.”

He stared at it, laughed, then showed it to Remy. He saw a tall, lanky surfer with a laid-back smile on his face. Then he looked down at his hypermuscular body, his elephantine ass and that show-stopping face atop it all… He missed the way he used to look.

“I have to turn back,” Remy whined. The itch in his ass had grown in intensity. He knew that soon, he wouldn’t be able to ignore it. The huge dildos he’d bought on Amazon that week were all at home. He was worried that, without them, he would resort to the nearest thing to get penetrated by once the urge crescendoed again. That meant Casey.

“Well, here’s how the curse works,” Casey said. He finished his beer and set it gently down, then stood up and walked a lap around Remy, appraising him. “It passes from person to person. The changes will stop, of course, once you’ve hit your true form. And let me tell you buddy, every time you think you couldn’t change any more, you’ll wake up the next day way beyond what you ever imagined. And by then the real you will be completely drowned out. This pretty little muscle midget will be your whole being from then on.”

“How do I… pass it on?” Remy said. He knew but he needed to hear someone else say it.

“Well, once you’ve found the right guy…” Casey licked his lips. He reached out and poked at Remy’s brick-solid turtle-shell abdomen. He tweaked his nipple, eliciting a moan from the little blonde guy. Then he gently caressed Remy’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. At this, Remy’s breath caught and his eyes went wide. He was powerless to that part of his body now.

“See, my curse was all about my cock,” Casey explained. “All that biker bear exterior, all that unnecessary mass, was just window-dressing for my dick. It ran the show. And I’m guessing, just based on your body, and…” He jerked one of Remy’s hands away, revealing a tiny little nub. “Yeah. I’m guessing it’s your ass. So when Mr. Right comes along and cums in that ass… You’ll snap back to the real you--that lame-ass uptight surfer asshole--and your dude will start to change. It can be cool to watch but I don’t recommend staying around. Wait until he’s fully transformed before you meet up again if ever.”

Remy’s horniness cast a haze on all of his senses. He wanted to drop to the ground and beg Casey to fuck him--or better yet, to find something to plug his hole with.

“Don’t look at me like that, buddy! If you wanna finger yourself I’m down to watch but no way am I fucking that again. I mean everybody should try being an alpha buffalo sometime, don’t get me wrong, but not more than once, that’s for sure.”

The offer to finger himself was way too appealing. Remy had to get out of there and get rid of this curse fast.

On his way out the door (moving clumsily on much shorter, much beefier legs) the pale little muscle bottom did everything he could to keep his legs moving. Just the feeling of his trenchcoat on his glutes was enough to drive him wild though.

“Remember!” Casey shouted. “Just find Mr. Right and it’ll all be over! But have some fun until then!”

Fuck that, Remy thought. He was getting this over with ASAP.

Although, if Mr. Right decided to take a long time, Remy wouldn’t complain.

*

Not six hours had gone by since his meeting with Casey, but Remy had already found someone to pass this on to. A skinny little black guy named Tod couldn’t believe his eyes when Remy walked his incredible musclebod into the gay bar and made a beeline right for him. Guys like that had never spoken to Tod before. And now one was taking him to a hotel room!

Truly Remy had just gone for the path of least resistance. Tod had been the first guy he saw. “Although I could’ve had my pick of anybody in that bar,” Remy thought cockily.

In the hotel room Remy stripped quickly while Tod slowly undressed.

“I have to admit,” said the skinny, feminine little guy with wide eyes, “your body is… well, it’s unreal, and I can’t really compete with that.”

“It’s not about competing,” Remy said with an unavoidably coquettish tone. “It’s about having some fun. So get over here and have some… fun…”

Remy tried to avoid the hotel mirror but ended up glancing directly into it anyway. He couldn’t believe how stark white his smooth muscular flesh was. He couldn’t believe his own bodyparts were so big, so uselessly bulked. But there was something about them he liked, too. Without realizing it he started flexing, just to see the muscles jump in the mirror. When he snapped out of his daze he realized Tod was jerking himself frantically.

“No,” Remy ordered. “Get over here. Fuck me.” Remy flopped onto the bed face first and did a pushup, then arched his back so his massive pecs sank to meet the bed.

“I’m… I’m a bottom,” scrawny Tod said.

“Not tonight you’re not,” Remy said with a smoldering glare.

Tod sat dumbfounded for a moment, before he dropped his pants. He was rock hard, and decently well-endowed (his 8-inch dick stood at attention with this little musclestud baring it all and presenting his ass like that) but Remy still worried he wouldn’t be able to get deep enough in there.

But once Tod was in, Remy’s brain lit up like he’d just grabbed a power-line. Sweat suddenly poured from Remy’s Olympian body as Tod hit the spot that had been driving Remy crazy all day. It seemed like his whole body was wired into his ass now. Waves of pleasure blasted through him, more intense than any sex he’d ever had before. He felt like Tod’s dick was jabbing right into his soul. He had never felt freer or more satisfied in his life. He didn’t even realize those high-pitched moans were actually coming from him.

Then Tod gasped, grabbing Remy’s thick waist as best he could before arching his back and blasting the load of his lifetime right into Remy.

Seconds passed before Remy even registered that he’d just taken his first dick--and that he had loved every second of it. How could it have been so amazing?

Then again, how could he ever enjoy anything again after hitting such a magnitude of pleasure?

But now, he realized, the curse was lifted. He could go back to his old body, his old life--his girlfriend! It suddenly dawned on him that he’d ghosted her when this all started. He couldn’t wait to shrink back to his old body, lengthen back to his old height, and go back to his old self again.

He didn’t even wait around to say goodbye to Tod, who was drooling in ecstasy as Remy headed out the door. “Hell of a curse,” Remy thought.

But a few days later nothing had changed. Remy was even shorter now, just above 5 feet, his body more absurdly muscular. His desire for cock had gone from smoldering embers to a roaring bonfire.

“Oh, you misunderstood,” Casey said when Remy called him. “When a guy fucks you, you’ll pass the curse on to him He’ll change to. But you only CHANGE BACK when you find Mr. Right. And who knows who that is? You won’t until that one fateful day when you take that load--like the day I found you. I had no idea this scrawny little surfer guy was going to be the answer to my prayers. So keep looking, buddy. You’ll find him--eventually!”

As Remy set the phone down, he heard a massive pounding at his apartment door. He walked slowly toward it, his gigantic pecs and ass wobbling sensuously with each step. “Who’s there?” he asked.

A voice deep as a tuba growled back at him: “You know who it is, bitch. Open up before I smash my way in.”

Remy slowly opened the door. The body on the other side was so massive he couldn’t even see all of it. Shiny black muscle exploded off this man’s frame, who was so tall Remy had to lean out and look up to see his bald, blocky head. This guy was a mountain of shiny black muscle like he had been carved out of onyx. He stood there, shamelessly nude, with a cock bigger than Remy’s bulging little limb, and thrust his groin forward.

“You’re the one who did this to me,” the beast roared, “so looks like you’re the one who’s going to have to take care of it.”

Remy’s hunger for cock flared--every nerve inside his ass suddenly became alert and sensitive--even though there was no physical way he could all that massive cock inside him.

Still, when you get as desperate as Remy felt, there’s not much you’re unwilling to at least try.