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Jay jerked awake, with the vague recollection of having just been having that dream of falling. Heart racing, he glanced over at the alarm clock; the red LEDs told him it was precisely - or as precise as the clock could manage - 2:16 AM. His head throbbed and pulsed, his distended bladder rudely shoved away his guts, and he groaned when his body seemed to realise he was conscious and that it was a good time to remind him of the amount of alcohol he had drunk a few hours ago.

The sounds from the neighbouring room didn't help any: Dion had apparently come home a lot earlier than he usually would, and loud furniture thumping and moaning reverberated through the walls, along with a dull techno beat that Jay was sure had been put on to muffle the sounds of fucking next door, but which had pretty much failed completely.

Then there was his body: his muscles throbbed and ached, as though he'd been running all night, and he felt weird all over. Rubbing his face, Jay felt sweat trickle down his cheeks and into little pools about his neck. His body shivered; the sweat was cold, and he'd fallen asleep on top of the blankets.

Groaning again, Jay twisted up into a sitting position; glass clinked and clattered on the floor as his feet smacked bottle against bottle. "Fuuuuuck," Jay moaned, "how much did I drink?" and stumbled around, trying to avoid falling over while still trying to hurriedly leave the room; his unsettled stomach and full bladder were competing to see which end would create a mess first, and Jay was sobered enough to not want that to happen anywhere in his bedroom.

Managing to navigate the maze of bottles and furniture in his room, Jay stumbled out. His outstretched arms rotated, feeling for steady surfaces to support himself. Dull red light emanated out of the crack underneath Dion's closed door; Jay idly wondered about his friend's mood lighting as his hands slowly crept past as he headed to the bathroom. Flaring his nostrils, the scent of fresh sex filled his nostrils. Jay risked a sidewards glance across the main room of the apartment; with the only sources of light near the floor and from the few spaces the heavy, drawn curtains didn't shut out the lights from the streets below, the room seemed a bunch of misshapen dark shadows, and his throbbing head didn't make it any easier to pick out distinct shapes.

Jay continued to shuffle forward, his body feeling stubbornly awkward. Progress was going too slow; his angry bladder seemed to want to force at least a trickle of urine out of his swaying cock, and his stomach's timer was rapidly closing in on when it would set off.

It was only by sheer will that Jay made it into the bathroom; his hand thumped down on the light switch, and he recoiled like a vampire from the light for a moment before he wobbled and weaved towards the toilet. Strange things registered in his brain as he gripped onto his cock, pointing the end towards the bowl; he sighed contentedly as his tired, hung-over head heard his urine tinkling against the toilet's water, then startled himself awake when the strange things finally collated into a cohesive hole.

The cock in his hands was thick and heavy, dangling longer than half-way down to his knees; the bloated sack hanging underneath felt heavy and huge. From there, Jay's eyes roamed upwards; his long pubic hair matted down over the firm, muscular bulges where his tight, visible abdominals sloped down into his tanned waist, before the large, rounded form of the muscles of his thighs. Heading downwards, the slope of his toned, hairy legs ended at the two larger feet on either side of the toilet his impressive cock was still filling with urine. Upwards, Jay's eyes followed the ridges outlining a well-formed, hair-plastered six-pack, or as much as he could see over his wide pectorals. His arms too were toned, hairy and muscular, with large, nearly ungainly hands with thick fingers taking him back to the large, pissing dick between his legs.

Jay blinked; he closed his eyes and shook his head; he closed them again, and counted to ten, before opening them. One hand unwrapped itself from around his cock, and he pinched himself in the side of the leg.

It was real: this strange, well-formed male body was his.

His stomach heaved; it had settled down as his bladder had deflated a little, but faced with this nearly-impossible change the strangeness proved too much. He glanced around; his dick was still forcefully pouring out urine; the bowl, now getting close to filled with dark brown liquid, was flushing all on its own. Jay couldn't wait; bending over, he splashed a line of piss as his stomach emptied itself.

Thankfully it didn't last long, but despite being in a strong-appearing body, he felt drained and weak; his dick still trickled out urine on to the floor as Jay's shaking arms tried to hold him upright, manoeuvring himself over to press his weight down on the vanity until he could flush the toilet again, before trying to get into the shower.

A thin scattered line of pee still trailed off from the thick tip of his cock when Jay managed to get in; every part of his body seemed awkward and different. He had even grown taller; the tip of his head just passed under the bar passing over the top of the shower door. Panting, Jay waited patiently for his stubborn bladder to finally empty, and once it finally had turned into the occasional drop he headed over to the vanity, eagerly eyeing the mouthwash and his toothbrush.

Jay jolted back when he caught a look of himself in the mirror above the vanity; he still looked like himself for the most part, but the hair matted down by sweat was longer and looked darker than normal, and a few things about his face seemed different. He couldn't tell if it was the fact his body had grown, but his head looked proportionately smaller, although when he turned his head from side to side he guessed it might just be the different angle, or the hair that only ended at his shoulders, or from the extra facial hair he'd somehow grown overnight. It certainly didn't seem smaller, and in fact most of the things seemed bigger: ears sticking out further from his head, nose longer and wider, leading down to a wide jawbone, and even the eyeballs themselves seemed wider.

"Even my teeth seem bigger," Jay noted when he'd finally snapped out of his thoughts, and began brushing his teeth, eager to get rid of the unpleasant taste from his mouth. Scrubbing furiously, he gripped tightly onto the edge of the vanity; he still felt drained. Spitting out into the sink, he swirled around his mouth with some of the minty mouthwash that, for some reason, made his queasy, empty stomach rumble in hunger. Jay didn't feel like eating though, and looking at the floor he quickly unwound some toilet paper, the roll spinning rapidly as he wiped up the pee that had spread out over the bathroom tiles, before dropping the soggy paper into the toilet, flushing it away. A quick blast of water over the sink later, and the bathroom at least appeared to be getting back into some semblance of normalcy.

Jay stared longingly at the shower; he could really use a pick-me-up right now, especially as the cold sweat on his new body was starting to give him a potent, masculine musk. Turning the shower on full bore, Jay slumped onto the shut toilet seat lid, waiting for the water to heat up.

He had just relaxed from having to attend to his urgent needs to wonder what the hell had happened to him when his nostrils twitched in panic as they sensed the smell of freshly-spilled semen and cheap cologne growing stronger. His ears pricked up: someone was heading towards the bathroom. Leaping up, he awkwardly, grabbing a towel to cover himself and diving for the door, when a young, smooth-skinned, naked man stopped in his tracks and stared open-mouthed at him.

"Christ, you nearly scared the shit out of me!" the young man exclaimed, still staring agog at Jay. Tilting his head towards the now-ajar bedroom door, he added "I thought- did you just come in?"

Slowly wrapping the towel around his waist, Jay blurted out, "Oh, no, I- I live here."

"You're Dion's roommate?" the young man realised, eyes slowly travelling over Jay's body. One hand wavered by his side, before he added, "I thought you might have been here for the orgy. Are- are you?"

Jay looked down over the young man; he seemed oddly small, and wondered how old the kid was. He didn't expect Jay would bring back someone under age - that would have been a good way to have lost business if you got caught, and Dion certainly got enough of-age people to fuck without having to go any younger - but he may have gotten careless since he was about to leave.

The young man's seemed to be staring at him up and down; Jay felt nervous, waiting for the stranger to ask him what the hell happened to him, why did he look so different. "No, that's really just Dion's thing," he said, trying to close the door.

"Oh," the young man replied, his face falling. Then, realising he was naked, and starting to clearly get aroused, he blushed; "That's a shame, you're really hot," he gushed. Suddenly aware of what he was saying to a stranger, he added, "Sorry, I don't mean to weird you out if you're straight..." The small increase in pitch as he trailed off hinted that he really wanted to be told the answer.

"Really hot?" Jay replied. He'd never been called that before; maybe "cute", but never "hot". Then suddenly things fell into place; he'd never met Jay before, so for all he would know, Jay always looked like this.

He was being eyed up!

The bathroom had filled with steam, and the moisture trickling down his back alerted Jay to the fact he still had it running. "Sorry," Jay exclaimed, "I feel kind of gross at the moment. I got a bit drunk earlier, thinking about an ex-boyfriend." Something about that tickled Jay's brain, but he put it aside. Suddenly he felt a bit more awake and alert; the towel around his waist started to tent up in the front.

"Why did I add that stuff about Eric?" Jay thought to himself.

"Oh, so you're single then?" the young man blurted out, a bit too loudly and a bit too excitedly. He immediately realised his mistake, adding, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah," Jay said, looking down. This guy was young, and looked pretty good - Dion always brought back good-looking guys - and clearly wanted him. "Don't worry about it," he continued, "he was an asshole. What about you, what's your deal?" The front of his towel continued to raise as he started to get aroused.

The young guy explained, "My name's Mark. Mark Wilson. I just moved here to go to college. Someone, I don't remember who, invited me to this club, then Dion invited me home with a bunch of other guys and-"

Jay wasn't interested in what Mark had to say any more; his body prickled with energy that seemed to have come from nowhere. Mark paused, glancing at the large erection that was pointing in his direction from under the towel. "Well, I could use some fun, Mark. Want to join me in the shower?" Jay felt himself say.

Inside, he thought, "What the hell? Who talks like that?" His body dropped the towel, as he retreated into the bathroom, opening the shower door. Mark almost dutifully followed a moment later, shivering a little.

Closing the shower door, Jay manoeuvred himself around Mark, getting into a comfortable position. It was hard, he didn't really know how this body would act, or how it would like to be used. Mark, however, took the initiative, immediately wrapping one hand around Jay's thick, growing member, the other around his own, and gently, slowly stroking them both off.

Jay thrust his hips towards Mark, who slowly toyed with both penises as hot water washed over their bodies and steam permeated into their bodies. Jay felt Mark's cock poke the underside of his own, sliding along leaving a warm trail; he guessed Mark was feeling primed; he'd probably been used as a sex toy by Dion and whoever else he'd brought back with him, and was aching to let off a load of his own.

Jay reached down, tilting Mark's face up, then kissed him; harshly shoving his wet tongue into Mark's somewhat surprised, and slightly gooey mouth. Jay tasted someone's cum, oily and unpleasant; he guessed Mark had just come over to spit it out discreetly when he'd wandered over to the bathroom. Curious, Jay reached his free hand down towards Mark's rear; his fingers dived between Mark's cheeks, feeling the slimy remains of someone else's fun time. Jay felt slightly annoyed at this; he didn't mind Dion's playtimes, but at least once he'd like to get in first.

The pair continued kissing, Jay's long hair plastering down over his body. Mark's tongue flickered about on his own; Jay guessed he'd been starved of someone else using his mouth as anything else but a fuck-hole. Jay snorted, spraying hot water from his upper lip. It felt wrong; still nice, but wrong.

Mark stopped stroking the pair's cocks, and pulled away from Jay's mouth with his own. Mark's head slid down his chest, licking the hair crevices between his chest muscles, his lips working themselves down towards the tip of Jay's cock, which was now pointing straight up between them. It felt weird to Jay; hard but not completely rigid like his old cock had been. He felt a weird, panicked twinge: was he going to keep this new body, or would he go to sleep and wake up back in his old one?

Jay's nervousness subsided when Mark's lips closed over the tip, the other man's hand squeezing the base of his shaft. He moaned pleasurably as Mark's head bobbed up and down, licking and sucking on the sensitive tip of his penis, his own head tilted back, the hot water running over his face. It felt nice; Jay hadn't had sex since he'd broken up with Eric.

A little smaller than I'd want.

Jay's grin widened: here he had a guy practically begging to suck on his cock - and actually doing it right now - while Eric was probably still alone, looking for a guy whose dick was smaller than his one was now. He thrust forward, ramming his cock deeper into Mark's mouth.

Mark gagged; coughing, he pulled himself off of Jay's cock, gasping for air at the bottom of the shower.

Jay pulled the hair away from his face, chuckling embarrassedly, "Sorry, sometimes I forget how big it is." Reaching down, he pulled Mark up, helping him to stand before grabbing him by the waist. Motioning his head, Jay indicated silently to Mark for him to loop his arms around his neck; after he did, Jay hoisted him up.

"Holy shit, that actually worked!" his mind shrieked, his dick throbbing. Here he was, easily supporting the weight of another full grown - albeit small - man in his arms! Cupping Mark's ass in his hands, he grinned at Mark, who was slowly recovering.

"Alright," Jay replied, his dick sagging underneath Mark's weight. "Hold on, let's see what you've got." Rubbing his cock between Mark's butt cheeks, Jay slipped one arm further around Mark's waist, freeing the other hand to wrap around Mark's cock, which had been bobbing and dripping down his chest.

Mark's dick felt so tiny in his large hands, even though his cock had been longer than Jay's had been earlier that night. Jay could feel Mark's dick quivering, aching for release. "Poor boy," he thought, "Dion's been leaving you pent up all night; I'll have to have a word with that cunt later." His own cock quivered with the idea: Dion bent over, spread-eagled, a leather harness around his face strapped to the wall, his arms and wrists bound down, his ass eagerly awaiting Jay's huge cock. Slowly thrusting it in, fucking Dion's tight hairy ass.

Jay felt himself fantasizing again; it had been just as it had been in his short fantasy, except now it was all-consuming: he barely noticed what he was doing with Mark, though that didn't stop him from slowly edging him closer and closer to orgasm, his dick engorged and sensitive against the hot water pooling in his lap where it pressed against Jay's thick, wide torso.

Instead, it was Jay harnessed up, and Dion was the one fucking him in the ass. His body was even larger, even stronger; somehow his arms were resting down on the ground, his thick, long neck straining to pull his head away from the harness; his hairy form quivering and shuddering as Dion slammed into his rear.

His dick had become gargantuan: easily longer than any other man's would ever be. While Dion shoved his own large - "But not larger than mine!" Jay noted - lubricated cock all the way into Jay's stretched hole. Dion was super-hairy too; Jay could feel the hairs mingling, and Dion smelled of something Jay knew but couldn't quite place.

He felt Dion ejaculating, heard the wet sound of his dick pulling out of Jay's ass; then Dion was below him - how small he seemed then - mouth pressed around the large flared tip of Jay's cock, sticking his tongue through the slit.

Then it was back: the ghost Jay had forgotten about. It had grown too; as large as Jay was at least, it gripped Jay by the shoulders, thrusting into his loosened rear with a few short thrusts, burying himself deeper and deeper with each one. Jay struggled against the ghost, its heavy invisible presence pressing down against, slamming its waist against Jay's backside.

Mark's ejaculate hitting him in the face somehow snapped him out of the fantasy. Jay's mind immediately forgot about it, instead remembering what his body had been doing: slowly building up the pressure to squirt in Mark's body, before easing off a little, building up the anticipation; rubbing his own cock repeatedly between Mark's legs, his erection growing tighter and tighter; his face lowering as he grunted in mindless lust.

Mark sagged; Jay had to quickly tighten his grip on the slippery, jizzing man he was holding; Mark's hips bucked and squirmed as a heavy stream of cum sprayed out of his tip. The young man panted, his beet-red face turned skyward, his eyes rolling backwards with ecstasy.

Slowly, Jay lowered Mark, whose legs wobbled for a few moments on the slippery wet shower floor. Jay panted, idly stroking his own, unsatisfied member as it recovered slowly from being rubbed against Mark's underside. Turning off the water, Jay felt the remaining drips slither down his body; it felt weird, with the drips sliding in and out over the rounded contours of his new muscles.

Mark's dick dribbled out the leftovers of his ejaculation as he sagged against the glass wall of the shower; he panted heavily in the steamy air, the colder currents swirling in the air. Taking a few moments to recover, he raised his hands, cupping Jay's sack. "Thank you, oh god that was wonderful," Mark murmured. Running one finger along Jay's hot, red penis, which bobbed up and down at his touch, he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to join us?"

Jay, dripping, shook a bit, spraying the water from his hair about. He thought about the idea; something about the idea of having sex with Dion and a bunch of other men, especially with this body, seemed to be very attractive; however, he still felt a bit hung over, and although the shower had gotten rid of some of the unpleasantness from that, he didn't really want to barge in on Dion, looking so different. "Way too many questions," Jay thought. In response, he shook his head. "No, but if you want to take a bit of time, I've got an erection I'd like to do something about - if you're up to it, that is."

Mark smiled, opening the shower door and stepping out. "Sure, I'll just go tell everyone else I'll be away for a while." Jay tossed him a towel, which Mark quickly used to pat himself down, disappearing out into the hallway. Jay rubbed himself over with another towel; his cock was starting to sag, but he was feeling incredibly aroused. He knew what he wanted to do: bend Mark over on his bed and fuck his sweet, freshly-cleaned little asshole.

Ruffling his hair, Jay glanced in the mirror again, vainly flexing and twisting like a body-builder; he was certainly big enough, though he was lacking the definition, but Jay was happy with how he looked.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Fuck you, Eric, you goddamned slut," Jay said, grinning widely at the mirror. "If you were here, I'd fuck your ass so hard you wouldn't be able to sit for a week. And then I'd kick you out and never seen you again." A predatory, reptilian part of Jay liked the idea of that kind of vengeance; it made his cock start to engorge again.

Padding himself off, Jay slung the towel over his shoulder, strutting confidently across the room. Dion's bedroom was open, Mark and some of Dion's other "guests" were watching him; Jay felt himself wink at them as he strolled by. Jay looked past them into the red-lit room; Dion was lying on the bed, currently letting some large guy thrust into his ass as he jerked off. He heard the men - mostly young, and none above twenty-five - gasping a little, which made him smirk all the more.

Jay, however, felt a sudden sting when he disappeared into the room. He wish Dion had been able to see him, and who the was who was fucking him. Flicking the light on in his room, he saw the pile of bottles on one side of his bed, and Jay swore. Distracted from his personal musings, he quickly grabbed up all the bottles, piling them on the bedside table, vowing to drop them into the recycling bin tomorrow.

Once he'd cleared off the floor, Jay flopped on the bed, suddenly feeling tired. He hoped Mark would hurry up and come in; Jay stroked himself, his cock becoming semi-rigid.

A little smaller than I'd want.

"Shut up, Eric," Jay growled. He opened his eyes - Jay hadn't realised he'd closed them - and looked down at himself, suddenly feeling apprehensive about his fantastic new body disappearing on him. Reassured he sighed; gripping his thick, stiffening cock - which could easily require both hands around to cover the entire length - and gently stroking it, relaxing on the bed.

"What the fuck is keeping Mark?" Jay wondered, "He was gagging for my dick a few moments ago." His cock pulsed angrily: it wanted to fuck. Jay continued throttling it, rubbing the head with one hand, sliding up and down from the base to about three-quarters up with the other. His cock started to drip with precum.

Frustrated, Jay got up. That little piece of ass was going to leave him to do all of the prep work, and although he was certainly enjoying it, he definitely wanted his cock going into a moist, wet, tight hole. Returning to his feet, Jay continued to stroke his erection, now only with one hand, while he headed to look into the other room.

Jay had been preoccupied with his dick, but he knew he'd have noticed if the five or so men in the other room had gone somewhere: his door had been wide open, eagerly awaiting the ass of the guy he had jerked off in the shower. He would have heard, or someone would have called out as they passed. Dion would have, at least, if he'd known Jay was awake and eager for sex, or even just to comment on how different he looked.

Dion's room was empty; the red light bulb was still on, the techno beat was still playing on Dion's iPhone speakers. The room still smelled of alcohol, marijuana and lots of sex, with just the hint of something that seemed oddly familiar.

"What the fuck?" Jay spoke, idly stroking his thick meat.