Curse of the Were-man

 Originally posted on Tumblr: March 3rd 2021 

 

This was it. The week had been building up to this point. The day where Bobby would wow his best friend and crush Anthony Nguyen. Anthony was the all-star Vietnamese American captain of their local high school team wrestling. Not only had Bobby mustered up the courage to come out to him, but even admit his feelings. In a wonderful twist of fate Anthony admitted he never really saw himself with a guy but was willing to try for his best friend. That’s why tonight had to be perfect.

The two high school senior boys stood in line to the movie theaters. It was a late night already dark out and the line to buy tickets was only getting longer. Not to mention, there was a guy with two girls running his mouth nonstop right behind them. Bobby wanted Anthony to enjoy the date even if he decided not to pursue a relationship with a guy. The money had been counted; the exact change for two student tickets, then a reasonable amount to grab dinner afterwards. That’s right Bobby had it all worked out. Who cared if he had asked help from his mom?  It was a blow to his pride, but it was a shot he was willing to take to win Anthony’s heart.

Reaching his hand, Bobby held Anthony’s. A smirk came on Anthony’s lips as he watched his friend intertwined their fingers.

“Putting the moves on me before the movie even started, aren’t you the Casanova?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows teasing but never pulled his hand away. Instead, he only gripped it tighter.

 Bobby’s heart was pounding. He was sure Anthony could hear it especially with that smirk he was wearing. The blushing boy would only take peaks at his handsome date, looking any longer than that would be fatal. The two boys were roughly the same height, 5’8 and if they looked at each other it was always eye to eye. There was no way Bobby could handle that reality. Sure, he had been looking Anthony in the eyes a few days ago, but that was before the possibility of Anthony being a potential boyfriend. Not only that, Bobby was used to stealing peeks of  Tony’s body. All the muscle the young man had earn training to be a wrestler never went under appreciated by Bobby. Unfortunately, most of that body was hidden under casual clothes. Bobby didn’t mind; he’d take his crush in various forms.

“Hey, will you two move up?!” Some Douchebag said from behind them. The same guy that had been nonstop talking since he got in line. Bobby was sure at least one of the women the dude had his arms around had to be tired of his mouth. The teenagers turned around to face the dude. Bobby froze on sight the guy was tall, about 6’3, but more importantly he was hot as hell. He wore a brown leather jacket with a black button up shirt under it, rocking a pair of slim straight blue jeans.

The guy looked out of place. The women on his arm were attractive, but he was in another league.  It wasn’t fair to anyone he had decided to show his face. He didn’t belong in the theater line, the town, or even the county.

However, the man’s good looks didn’t faze Anthony, “The line didn’t even move that much. No need to yell.” The wrestler said calmly.

“Don’t talk back, just listen to what I say, you little brat.” The man spat out. With that the spell on Bobby was broken, that handsome face couldn’t disrespect Anthony no matter how stunning. And boy was it stunning.

“Let’s ignore this guy.” Bobby said, stepping forward with his date.

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” The man stomped his foot.

Now Bobby was a bit freaked, the guy was throwing a tantrum. The handsome man’s masculine features and sharp edges were betrayed by the emotional maturity he was displaying.

“Are you seriously going to argue with a bunch of kids?” The blond woman, on the guys left rolled her eyes in disgust and pulled away leaving the area.

“Hey, where you are going?” The man whined standing in place with his other lady friend. He turned around eyes focus on the kids in front of him “You guys are going to pay for that.”

“Dude, we didn’t even so anything?” Anthony said turning back around as the line moved up to the ticket booth.

Bobby tried to follow Anthony’s lead ignoring the guy, but he could feel the searing glare on the back of his head. The dude was seriously pissed. Thankfully the brunette woman, who remained had stolen his attention back. However, Bobby couldn’t shake the feeling the guy was still sending them hate even as they entered the theater. He stuck close to Anthony, which was the only plus side to the situation.

As the movie started the theater went dim, Bobby squeezed Anthony’s hand just to make sure it was real. Anthony turned his head smiled and squeezed back. The rumble from Bobby’s stomach was the butterflies that wouldn’t let him watch the movie in peace. About an hour in Anthony excused himself to the restroom. Sad to disconnect hands, Bobby released his hold, but at least he got to watch that fine ass go. From the corner of his eye Bobby saw someone else leave the theater.  He didn’t think much of it at first, but a few painstaking minutes later, Bobby watched as the other person came back.

It was the guy that had been yelling at them outside the movie theater. Bobby’s heart sank. He knew he was jumping to conclusions; it was possible Anthony was just using the restroom. However, it was a feeling Bobby couldn’t shake. He decided he should quell his fears and check. Getting up he headed for the bathroom.

Before he entered the restroom, Bobby could hear someone, whispering profanities from the outside. Stepping in, Bobby’s mouth drop standing in front of the mirror was Anthony. He had a paper towel under his nose. His bleeding nose. Bobby rushed over to him, holding the paper towel for him.

“What happened?” Bobby asked.

“That crazy guy came in here and just punched me. Anthony spat out. “I honestly though he was going to apologize, but then he started saying only adults can talk back to adults. And that if I wanted to act grown up, I should at least look like it.”

“W—well it’s assault. Do you want to call the cops?” Bobby asked.

“Honestly… I just want to leave.” His eyes dropped looking at the ground, “I’m sorry I know how badly you wanted to go on a date with me. But I’m not in a good mood and you don’t deserve my bad attitude.”

 “You deserve to be angry, that guy’s an ass!” Bobby didn’t like to cuss, but his blood was boiling. He felt like storming into the theater and bashing that guy back. However, that guy’s physique had any confrontation ending in only one way and it didn’t favor Bobby at all. “This is messed up no matter how you look at it.”

Anthony chuckled dryly, “That douche said it was more like a gift.”

 Bobby held his mouth. He didn’t want to be negative anymore he had to focus on Anthony. He pulled the paper towel away to assess the situation. Upon removal he found no blood coming out, or anywhere besides the paper towel. Nose bleeds could start and stop randomly if there was a problem in air quality, but it seemed unusual for Anthony’s to go way.

The two teens left the theater and walked home. Bobby tried best to hide his disappointment but there was no sugarcoating it, the date was ruined. There’s nothing worse than that taste of trying one’s best turning to ash.

Anthony saw Bobby pouting and reached over and put an arm over his friend’s neck. Drawing him close and playfully pinched his cheek. “I’m sorry I ruined our date. But if you’re still coming over tonight, I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Anthony wiggled his eyebrows.

Bobby chuckled pushing Anthony away. As much as he wished that was a sexual invitation, he knew Anthony was joking around and had something more innocent in mind. “YOU didn’t ruin our date. Anyways the usual way, right?”

“Yeah, if not, my parents will throw a fit.” Anthony recovered and laughed.

“Your parents? What about mine?” Bobby retorted.

“Oh please, your parents are going to cave in once I show them my puppy dog eyes, The same way you do,” Anthony paused for a minute, “But I guess now I know the reason you cave. “He nudged Bobby on the side.

Bobby tried to laugh it off, but Anthony’s statement was exactly correct. He could only hope Anthony didn’t try to go further. The two came upon Anthony’s house. They stood around saying a few more jokes, until Anthony was ready to head in.

“Is this the part where you give me a kiss?” Anthony smiled.

“Umm,” Bobby’s throat ran dry as he struggled to find words. “If you’re messing with me, that’s not cool. I won’t forgive you. EVER” Anthony made no motion to move as he sported his goofy grin. Body trembling, Bobby leaned forward and kissed Anthony on the lips. Not passionate, nor wild, only a soft sweet kiss. Bobby pulled away, opening his eyes, greeted by Anthony’s warm smile.

The world was perfect.

Walking home in the night was like a dream, Bobby practically floated down the next 2 blocks to his house. Nothing could spoil his mood. His parents asked how his date went, but Bobby only teased them with bit of info. The kiss with Anthony was only between the two of them. He hurried up to his room and started packing his overnight back. He waited until 11:00pm, when his parents were asleep and smoothly went to the door and stepped into the night.

The trek back to Anthony’s house was one he’d done countless times before but tonight was different. He went to the tree in Anthony’s yard and climbed up with his book bag. An easy feat. How many times since they were kids had he snuck into Anthony’s room for an impromptu sleepover?

Bobby stepped onto the thick branch that led to Anthony’s window. The light in Anthony’s room was on. That was strange, usually Bobby snuck into a dark room. Anthony never wanted his parents to pass by and see the light on.  Someone rushed by the window. Assuming it was Anthony, Bobby moved closer. What Bobby saw next changed him forever. Looking through, the room Bobby spotted a buff naked Asian man standing in the front of Anthony’s window.

Stacked with muscle didn’t even begin to describe the man. The naked guy was grazing his hands over his body. Bobby watched as those large hands traveled the length of the man’s arms, swollen pecs and thick neck. The dude stuck a leg out examining his gorgeous calf and thick thigh muscles. Bobby wasn’t breathing because he had a full view of the cock that hung from in between the male’s legs, fatter than a polish sausage and longer than a baby’s rattle.

Had one of Anthony’s uncles come in for a visit and take his room again? Bobby remembered the last time it happened, but it wasn’t so scandalous then. Now Bobby was a peeping tom. The teen decided it was time to get down from the tree. He could vent to Anthony later in the morning.

Too bad he’d never get that chance because at that moment the man in Anthony’s room looked up and spotted Bobby outside.  The man silently made his way over and opened to the widow. He was biting his bottom lip in a stressful way as he waved his arm, motioning for Bobby to come in.  

Bobby was too stunned to do anything, but when the man moved his arm more forcefully, Bobby crawled closer. When he got to the window the man grabbed Bobby’s arm and smoothly pulled the boy inside. Their bodies collided as Bobby was smacked in the face with the hard pecs. The man was even taller than he thought. Bobby’s head fell perfectly into place between the hard slabs of beef.

The heat coming off the man’s body was ridiculous. As if Bobby was standing next to an open stove. Didn’t take long for Bobby to notice his cock was hardening in his jeans against the man’s inner thigh. The man rushed over and shut the window, keeping out the cold night air. Spinning around the man locked eyes with Bobby. The teenager prepared to make a run for. He wouldn’t get far, but Bobby had to try.

“Dude, thank goodness you’re here.” The man said his huge body sagging with a sigh of relief.

“Do I know you??” Bobby stepped backwards, inching towards the door.

“It’s me, Anthony.” The man said in a deep voice that did clearly not belong to Bobby’s best friend.

“Oh, I get,” Bobby said relaxing bit, “This is some sort of prank. Where’s Anthony I’m gonna kill him.”

“I’m Anthony!” The man whispered angrily.

Bobby stared at the man. As he studied the facial features, he started to recognize his best friend. But all those features could have easily been explained away by the man being a relative, Perhaps this was a more elaborate joke than Bobby thought.

“You want me to prove it, right?” The man waved his arms around, looking around the room. He grabbed a trophy off of Anthony’s shelf. Holding it up he said, “I won this at Brettsville last year!”

 “It says that on the trophy.” Bobby stated.

“Let me finish,” The man waved his left hand down, motioning for Bobby to relax, “You’re the only person I told I was hard for most of it and my jockstrap made me uncomfortable.”

Crossing his arms, Bobby pursed his lips. “While it would be weird for you to know that, it doesn’t prove what you’re claiming.”

The man rolled his eyes, “I knew you’d say that. That’s why I didn’t mention anything from tonight.” The man the straightened up. “Anthony could have just told you that.” the man said putting on a failed imitation of Bobby voice. However, the man’s vocal register was too low to even halfway mimic Bobby.

“I don’t sound like that!” Bobby.

“Yes, you do that,” the man crossed his arms.

 Bobby’s eyes slowly crept down, “Um… Anthony if you are who you say you are. Then can you put some clothes on.”

“Oh shit.” Anthony’s hands tried to cover his cock, but it was larger than even his massive palms. He ran over to his dresser, cock and balls swinging like a pendulum.  He tried to move slowly, but his body held such weight the floor creaked. “My freaking underwear ripped right off me, so I don’t think I can put them back on.” He pulled out a pair of shorts and shoved them on. Thanks to the thickness of his thighs and his sculpted ass, the shorts looked like vintage gym shorts. Though it still appeared if someone had stuffed a hamburger into his shorts.

“How do these look?” Anthony asked, turning around modeling the shorts.

“Honestly? Like your ass is trying to eat them.” Bobby shook his head there was something more important than gazing at the man’s form. “What happened to you? how did you get so big.”

“I don’t know. One minute I’m taking a nap before you come, next thing I know I’m sweating up a storm. My clothes felt tight, so I tried to take them off, but it was too late. By body had to burst through them.”

“Well, you look hot.” Bobby stated. It was half a joke, but not a lie. He didn’t want to take his eyes off Anthony before, but now there was so much more of him to appreciate.

“Bobby this is serious, what am I going to tell my parents?” Anthony stressed.

“Okay, um. Let’s think this through.” Bobby said it reassuringly but as the night wore on it was clear neither male had any idea had to reverse what happened. Having turned off the lights, Anthony laid on his bed while Bobby was on the floor. Typically, they shared Anthony’s queen size bed, but that was before Anthony took up most of it.

“What if when that crazy guy punched me, he did this?” Anthony spoke up to the ceiling.

 Bobby made a doubtful face, not that Anthony could see it. “What kind of leap in logic is that?”

“Oh, just wondering…rather more like a gut feeling.” Anthony whispered. That was the last thing Bobby heard before he fell asleep.

On Sunday, Bobby awoke to Anthony shaking him. Anthony had turned back into his high school self. However, after speaking with each other they knew there was no way they had both dreamt it.

Anthony spent the day on edge worried he’d revert at any moment, but thankfully Bobby was there to keep his head cool. Mr.& Mrs. Nguyen were annoyed but not surprised to see Bobby come down their steps for Sunday brunch. The two boys ate, then played games and enjoyed the rest of their Sunday until it was night and Bobby had to go home. This time Anthony escorted him.

 Bobby’s dad swung open the door, a large scowl on his face. He was ready to tear into bobby until Anthony came smoothly up behind him.

“Bobby and I were hanging out together, I do hope that’s okay.” Anthony smiled. It was a move only he could get away with. For whatever reason Bobby’s parents trusted Anthony to look after their son and never doubted Anthony’s words. Bobby had his own theories: That his parents hoped some of Anthony’s athletic talent would rub off on Bobby. There was no doubt in Bobby’s mine he could do a bank heist, and as long as Anthony said they didn’t Bobby parents would believe him.

 “It’s… fine.” Bobby’s dad sighed, almost defeatedly. He pretended to be a hard ass, but he was way easier on the boys than he should have been. Though besides the occasional sneaking out  the boys were well behaved. Bobby watched as his dad walked away to do something else.

 “So, I was thinking maybe I can make up that date again? I think we should do it on a Saturday, that way you can spend the night. I have a wrestling meet this Saturday, but next weekend would be great.”

“Hell yes!” Bobby said more eagerly than he meant to. They decided to work out the details later.

That Monday, Bobby didn’t share any classes with Anthony until the end of the day. Bobby was worried how they would interact now that they were sort of dating. Soon it would be summer, and they could go lots of places. Assuming this dating thing all worked out. Bobby lightly slapped his face. He needed to slow down a bit.

Entering his last class, Bobby strolled over to Anthony, who was already sitting down. Anthony was resting his chin in his palm and tried to look away from Bobby.

“What the hell?” Bobby stood still, a few feet away from his friend.

Anthony’s body was larger. Not nearly as big when he turned into an adult, but his muscles begged not to be packed under their private school uniform. Bobby didn’t know what to say. Anthony turned to face Bobby and his biceps and pecs blatantly twitched under the fabric of his blazer and dress shirt.

“It happened again last night.” Anthony muttered. Bobby didn’t have to ask what, he already knew, “And when I changed back, I looked like this. I went up a weight class, and my parents didn’t even notice.”

 “Well, I’m definitely noticing.”

A look of realization seemed to hit Anthony. “You do, don’t you?”

Before they could talk anymore the teacher came in and made Bobby sit down. Bobby’s attention kept returning to Anthony. No one in class made any mention of his added muscle. Not the teacher, friends, or other students. It’s as if they all had blinders on.

While Bobby would have loved to hear more about the change after school, Anthony had wrestling practice. There wasn’t any time for them to get together. Bobby also didn’t sneak over to Anthony’s house. He wanted to build up more goodwill from his parents after the stunt he pulled after hid date. His parents probably thought the two boys had sex.

However, catching up to Anthony was a lot harder than it seemed. They only shared one class together, so Bobby had to wait until Wednesday to see his friend again. He found him during a free hangout in the art room.

“What are you doing in here?” Bobby said, he watched as Anthony leaned forward painting a bird house. From his limited movements Bobby guessed Anthony’s body had grown slightly larger. Anthony flung off his blazer showing he had filled his dress shirt quite nicely.

Rolling up his sleeves, Anthony said, “What does it look like? I gotta get this done before woodshop next period.”

“Huh? Don’t you have a double free. Since when you started taking woodshop?”

“Ha-ha” Anthony said dryly. “Don’t be a dick. You know I love this kind of stuff taking wood and turning it into some spectacular.”

Bobby blinked. Did he know that? It made sense. wasn’t Anthony always fascinated with stuff like that? Bobby nodded his head silently, it seemed right, but also foreign.

“Anyways…” Anthony looked around. “It happened again last night and Monday night. I think it’s a regular occurrence now.” Anthony’s voice was low, signaling he didn’t want anyone to hear them

“What happened? Did your parents see you?”

“No. Thank god. I stayed in my room. But on Monday I was too scared to fall asleep, so I started browsing the internet. Eventually I stared reading about world news and the stock market.”

“Why? Did you learn something interesting?” Bobby sat beside his friend.

Anthony stopped painting, “No, and that’s the thing. I couldn’t stop myself. Like my body was guiding me and I just soaked up the information.” Gazing ahead dreamily Anthony said. “I felt like I could learn anything. But on Tuesday when I woke up, I forgot everything. Then when I changed again it all came back. Honestly, it’s like my mind was splitting. Like the adult me has way more knowledge than the current me, but we’re the same person, aren’t we?” His beautiful almond eyes pleaded for Bobby to give an answer, but the teen didn’t have one.  Instead, Bobby just held Anthony’s free hand as the boy went back to painting.

For the rest of the week, Bobby didn’t see Anthony once at school. It was only on Sunday that Bobby was able to catch up with him. Anthony had been sitting down on his sofa, when his mom opened the door letting Bobby in.

At first, Bobby was happy to see Anthony had shrunk back down to his normal self, but that changed when Anthony stood. His friend must have gone through a growth spurt over the last few days. Bobby only noticed because he didn’t automatically lock eyes with Anthony, instead he was looking at Anthony’s neck. The added muscle hadn’t disappeared; it was redistributed.

The two made their way to Anthony’s room. “How tall are you?” Bobby asked.

“Six-two. But you know that.” Anthony chuckled. As the two stepped into Anthony’s room the wrestler closed the door, “But I do want to tell you it happened again those night…’accidents’.” He said speaking in obvious code.

“You mean you wet the bed?” Bobby joked.

Anthony flung a pillow at his friend before, launching himself and tackling Bobby to the ground as he got his friend in a headlock.

“Okay I give.” Bobby said through laughs as he tapped Anthony’s enlarged arms. Anthony released him but let it be known their wrestling match was far from over.  The two ended up playing video games for the rest of the evening until it was time for Bobby to go.

On Monday they caught up again, and Anthony confirmed he was still changing. There seemed to be more to the story that he wasn’t sharing, but Bobby didn’t want to press too hard. Anthony wasn’t displaying any other changes in his current self, so Bobby let it go. Before they knew it, next Saturday was already upon them. Bobby was excited, the temperature was only getting better. One month to go and summer break would be here.

Bobby stepped up to Anthony’s house and rang the doorbell. His mouth dropped when Anthony answered in his team singlet, the outfit was definitely trying its hardest to contain the stud. Red and gold colors wrapped, showing off Anthony’s round ass and package. Anthony gave a warm smile presenting another singlet in his hand, “Told you our match wasn’t over.”

“Wait, you want me to wrestle you? I’m just going to lose.” Bobby stated.

“Don’t think of it in terms of winning or losing. More like me rubbing my hot and sweaty body over you and you doing the same to me.” Anthony said.

The singlet was snatched so quickly, Anthony almost didn’t realize it. Bobby threw his clothes onto the ground, not waiting a second to put on his white and blue singlet. Anthony led him to the living room where he had pushed everything out of the way and placed down a small wrestling mat. Bobby couldn’t wait and tackled Anthony from behind, the larger teen fell forward on the mat. Like a true expert, he caught himself, but Bobby’s plan had succeeded.  Their hips were lined so Booby’s crotch fell on top of Anthony’s ass.

“You sneaky freak.” Anthony said before spinning around, Bobby tried to keep him still but it was useless the kid had height and weight on him, now both boys were chest to chest. Even from the small interaction Bobby had worked up a boner which was pressing into Anthony’s body.

“Woah, I’m glad you’re happy to see me!” Anthony laughed.  He quickly flipped their bodies, so he was on top and lording over bobby’s chest. Instinctually Bobby ground his hips into Anthony, who let it happen. “Now you’re getting into it” Anthony thrusted back.

They wrestled for hours, turning each other around and rubbing their bodies against one another. It was clear to bobby; Anthony was letting himself get pined. It didn’t matter to Bobby, he loved to see that back, powerful with a broader wingspan ever since Anthony began changing. That poor back always confined to be rippling under dress shirts. Bobby dragged his hands over Anthony’s body feeling the muscle groups. He let his hand massage Anthony’s neck before running his finger through the beautiful black hair.

“Mmhmm feels nice.” Anthony stated, enjoying the body rub. Then without warning he maneuvered up from under Bobby, getting on top.  Bobby watched as his friend’s muscles, tensed, and relaxed as they moved. Anthony counted as he pinned poor Bobby to the ground. When he was finished Anthony sat his ass on Bobby’s crotch. Bobby whimpered a bit knowing his hard cock was right against the firmest cheeks in the state.

Bobby was about to say something when he noticed. Anthony was sweating up a storm, unnaturally so. Anthony fell forward but caught himself before landing on Bobby’s face. Now the boys were face to face.  They were looking into each other’s eyes again. The two boys kissed.

Then there were a rip and a tear. Bobby’s eyes snapped open, as he broke the kiss and Anthony let out a moan. There was a growing weight pressing down on top of Bobby. Anthony’s body was growing and stretching. He was witnessing Anthony’s change. First, Bobby felt Anthony’s butt and thighs swell larger on his lower half. Then up top, he watched as Anthony shot up more, and their heads were no longer even; Bobby was staring at Anthony’s chest behind the singlet. That didn’t last long as Anthony’s chest pushed out and two enhanced pecs grew closer to Bobby’s face. They stretched the fabric until they no longer could. The shoulder straps snapped, and Anthony’s chest spilled out. Anthony’s shoulder and body was taking up so much space, Bobby couldn’t see past it.

Anthony’s moaning came to an end as he sat up on top of Bobby. He scratched a hair patch between his pecs, looking around a bit confused. His wrestling singlet was ruined and down around his Navel. He spotted Bobby under him and a light seemed to come on in his mind.

“Did you like my moves kid?” The hunk got off of Bobby. Looking down, Anthony spotted a large wet spot in Bobby’s singlet. He gave a grin. “Look like you enjoyed it too much.”

“Sorry Anthony but watching you change—Hell feeling you change on me was just too much I.” Bobby wanted to be embraced but he didn’t have the energy for it.

Anthony’s eyebrows scrunched, “What the hell are you talking about?” He took a hand and placed it on Bobby’s forehead. “It doesn’t seem to be a fever.”

“Dude, I’m talking about your muscles growing.”

“Oh, you mean how they moved when I pinned you.” He flexed his biceps, “That makes more sense. But next time I’ll have to buy you a cup and jock strap.”

Bobby was thoroughly confused but Anthony kept prattling on about nonsense. Anthony made Bobby take off the singlet and threw it into the washing machine. Back in his regular clothes, Bobby tried to question Anthony.

“What about the rest of our date?” Bobby asked, pulling down his shirt.

“Date? Sorry kid you may be 18, but that’s too young for me.” Anthony rubbed Bobby’s head. He hitched his thumb in the direction to his room upstairs, “Let’s go play some video games, yeah?” the hunk took off and Bobby trailed behind him. At first Bobby thought Anthony was pranking him, but the joke was going on longer than it should have.

Bobby kept stealing looks at Anthony as they played. His friend was still wearing the destroyed singlet and Bobby was watching the muscles move. Anthony was a walking hunk of beef, wearing small clothes and playing video games. Because he kept leering, Bobby lost in the game.

“Wow can’t believe I just wiped the floor with ya kid, not bad for an old guy like me.” Anthony rubbed the back of his head with a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you talking about? We’re the same age.” Bobby said pretending like he wasn’t watching Anthony’s bicep flex. Even if they weren’t, adult Anthony had to be what? Late 20’s early thirties. That hardly qualified as old.

“Ha, that’s a good one. It’s been a while since I was in high school. Though I did kind of have a friend like you?” Anthony’s voice got lower as he talked. There was no mistaking the rich masculinity backed into every syllable.

Bobby thought Anthony had more planned for their “date,” but adult Anthony just played video games with him until they fell asleep. Around 11 pm Bobby woke up when he heard the front door close. Looking around he saw Anthony’s huge frame sleeping on the bed. Anthony’s parents must have finally returned home. They came up the stairs and Bobby pretended to be asleep when they peaked in.

His heart was racing, what would Anthony’s parents do when they saw the man in is bed? The doorknob turned as the wood door was pushed in. It was slightly open for a few seconds before being closed. That was it. No screaming, or outrage, just a simple check in. Bobby waited for something to happen, the night ticked on and soon Bobby feel asleep.

The next morning, Bobby awoke to Anthony’s voice, “Aw crap!” Bobby poked his head up to see Anthony had returned back to normal, or rather his new normal. There was starting to be less difference physically between Anthony’s adult self and his high school self.

“What happened last night?” Anthony poked at his destroyed wrestling school singlet. “Where’s your singlet.”

Bobby’s face went red, “You don’t remember what happened?”

Anthony fell on to his bed groaning into his pillow. He turned his head to face Bobby, “The truth is I can’t remember anything from last night. It isn’t the first time…I’ve been blacking out for about a week now. Every time I change.”

“How come you didn’t tell me that before!” Bobby crawled over to the edge of the bed worried.

“Tell you what? I can’t remember what I do during the night. Or If I’m sleepwalking or something.”

“Oh, no you were definitely awake. We had conversations,” Bobby bit his lip, “Though you were acting off.”

“Off how?”

“You were acting like you actually were an older guy.” Bobby said.

“Oh, great if my body is running around that means my parents could have seen me. Heck, they could have talked to me!” Anthony slammed his face on his pillow.

Bobby winced, “They definitely saw you last night and didn’t seem surprised by it.”

“Well, that’s that. My life is over.” Anthony pouted.

 Bobby scooted closer, now resting his head on the edge of Anthony’s bed so their faces were close. “Why didn’t you tell me you were blacking out?” he repeated much softer this time.

Anthony faced him, “I was scared, and I didn’t want you to worry too. I was having these lapses in memory, but I wanted to give you a good date. But fuck, I’ve been blacking out earlier each day.  Though if I knew that would happen during our date, I would have scheduled a different time.”

Getting out of bed Anthony’s singlet fell down a bit more on his waist due to his smaller body. He took it off flinging it at Bobby. “Want to join me in the showers?” He laughed walking away. Bobby knew there was no way that invitation was real, but man did he want to.

Once Anthony got out of the shower, Bobby hopped in. As much as he wanted to ogle Anthony’s wet form, Bobby had to go back home. That was part of the deal he made with his parents to spend the night with permission this time. The other part of the deal was that he had to go meet his mom so they could go shopping.

 “We’ll figure this out,” was the last thing Bobby said before leaving.

At the grocery store Bobby had an excruciating time. His mom could make a 20 min trip last two hours. Eventually he wandered away from her to look at the snack section. Out the corner of his eye he saw an employee looking at him. “I’m not going to steal anything” he stated.

The employee froze as if he hadn’t expected to be seen. He was a teenager, probably the same age as Bobby. Bobby walked closer as the teen backed up.

The employee was skinny and tall. A gust of wind could have knocked him over. He wore oversized glasses and had a retainer in his mouth. The employees’ uniform near this section seemed to be a white polo, jeans, and an apron, which looked baggy on the kid. His body trembled as Bobby approached. Frantically the boy looked around, searching for an escape.

“Do I know you?” Bobby studied the boy’s face. It seemed familiar, but Bobby was sure he’d never seen the kid in school. Maybe a rival high school? Or perhaps a kid that kept to himself. Regardless Bobby couldn’t shake that feeling.

“Yeah, you do. No use in hiding it.” The employee calmed himself down. “Though I did look a bit different at the movie theaters.”

Bobby’s mouth fell open as he pointed, “You’re that hot guy? But… but” The longer he looked, the more the kid’s face did remind Bobby of the man. Unrefined and unsculpted, but it had traces of that man’s features.

 “You think I’m hot?” The employee asked stunned.

“Not you. The guy. But he was a douche anyway, so it doesn’t matter.” Bobby felt his anger rising, “So you really did do something to Anthony?”

“Anthony, is that your friend?” The employee winced. He took a deep breath. “I saw you come in, and I wanted to apologize to you about that. Hopefully, you can pass it onto your friend for me. I was so hopped up on being on top, I took it out on you guys. I kind of treated you guys like my bullies from school.”  The kid balled his fist, “but there’s nothing good about this curse.”

“Curse, what curse?” Bobby asked.

“This growing up! Turing into a sexy guy, it’s a curse and I gave it to your friend!” The dude facepalmed. “It was so hot at first. I thought maybe your friend would be confused, then come to appreciate it. But I keep turning into a man more and more and I can’t remember shit when I turn back.”

 “How the hell did you get this curse?” Bobby asked.

“I sought someone out who I figured had it and BAM. I was a hot man. I got a date with two chicks the following weekend. You know the story from there.”

“My friend’s body keeps changing, what about yours?”  bobby asked.

The employees chuckled, “You think I was always this tall and had acne clear skin? I guess all my other traits will vanish too.”

“Till you look like your adult self? Then what?” Bobby asked.

“Then, I guess he takes over.” The guy said sadly, “It’s not like anyone notices.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

“Wait, that’s not true, because I’ve remembered when I’ve seen Anthony transform!” Bobby stated.

The employee placed his chin in his hands thinking. “Maybe because you where there when he got infected, or maybe…anyway, I should tell you how the curse is passed. That way you can avoid it.”

Suddenly the teen hunched over, “No, not here!” He cried out.

“You’re transforming now? But it’s still morning,” Bobby backed up as the employee’s body swelled. His chest simply popped out in front of Bobby as his arms blew up. The employee’s calves and lower body weren’t far behind. The teenager in front of Bobby was rewritten into a man.

“Fucckkk this get better every time.” The boy’s voice turned into a man’s; hard and heavy.

 Bobby watched as the man’s cock grew snug in the jeans he had been wearing as a teen. The cock twitch violently, and Bobby watched as a wet spot formed on the side and grew larger. Holding onto a shelf the man steadied himself. No one in the store tried coming over. Bobby could only wonder if this was another part of the curse.

 As the man came back to himself, he stared at Bobby, lost. Then he seemed to recognize the boy, “Oh hey it’s you! From the movie theater.” The man pointed excited at Bobby, apparently haven forgotten their previous conversation. “I wanted to apologize for the way I was acting then. guess I wasn’t really myself.” The man held his hand out. “Name’s Devin.”

 Bobby cautiously shook his hand, “Bobby.” His eyes traveled down the man’s jeans and the wet spot was gone.

“I better get back to the meat counter, those slabs aren’t going to cut themselves.” The man walked away.

 Dumbfounded, Bobby stood there watching the man walk away. On Monday he wasted no time finding Anthony and telling him what happen. They were standing in the hallway and Bobby leaned on a locker next to Antony’s.

“He transformed in the store, when like around 11?”

“Yeah, and get this, we were the only ones in the aisle, but no one even came to check on his moaning. So weird.”

“I wonder if I’ll be able to make it to graduation?” His voice was soft and miles away. Bobby didn’t know what was going through Anthony’s head. His friend had always been so easy going and fun loving. These days, however, Anthony was getting more retrospective and mature in his own form. Bobby’s eyes flew down and noticed Anthony’s pants no longer reached past his ankles.

 Anthony closed his locker, “My parents want to know if you’ll join us for dinner on Wednesday. As my pre boyfriend.” He gave a smile, threw an arm around Bobby’s neck and walked down the hallway.

 The Wednesday dinner was anything, but typical. Anthony sat at the end of the table, while his dad sat at the head with Bobby and Mrs. Nguyen on the left and right respectively. Bobby had had dinner with the Nguyen’s before, but Anthony’s parents were in rare form today taking their embarrassment of their son to new heights. It was if the moment they learned their son might be into guys they were already pairing him with Bobby. Mrs. Nguyen even pulled out a family photo album that Bobby hadn’t seen yet.

 “Mom!” Anthony screamed.

 “Oh, calm down it’s just Bobby looking.” Mrs. Nguyen brushed her son off with a smile.

Anthony groaned as Bobby took the photobook and pointed at Anthony’s chubby baby cheeks. Even Mr. Nguyen joined in on the fun as Anthony rolled his eyes even harder. He groaned even more, but this time it didn’t stop. He slammed his palms on the table.

Bobby’s head snapped over to Anthony, thinking they had gone to far, but that wasn’t the case. Anthony’s eyes were closed as his teeth gritted. He wasn’t releasing groans, rather moans.

 He was transforming at the table.

 Looking for a clock Bobby knew it wasn’t even past 6:00pm. Anthony’s transformations were progressing rapidly.

 “Fuck!” Anthony cried out.

“Anthony, language.” Mrs. Nguyen said never once looking over to her son. She flipped the page in the photo album and her husband pointed to a picture of baby Anthony in a bathtub. The two parents laughed trying to show it off to Bobby. But Bobby’s attention was solely stuck on his friend.

 The young wrestler was trying to stay quiet, biting his lip, but he was soon panting like a dog. His arms expanded ripping the short sleeves on his shirt, his chest jutted outwards as his pecs filled with raw power. Sitting next to him Bobby got full view as Anthony’s ass became even meatier, filling up the seat of his pants the dining room chair. In the front of his pants Anthony’s cock was entering its own weight class, turning into the cock Bobby has seen about a month ago. As Anthony’s muscles returned to their proud state, the changes flowed up his neck to his face.

 Bobby couldn’t believe Mr.& Mrs. Nguyen weren’t registering any of this. The bones in Anthony’s face shifted under his skin as if they were burning off more fat. His eyebrow grew fuller in tandem with his hair, growing lustrous. Anthony’s clothes felt apart at the assault, as his cock launched forth hidden under the table.  Bobby had to look down to witness the decimation of the underwear while Anthony’s parents remained none the wiser. The cock swayed, growing longer and thicker.

 Raising his head back up, Bobby saw Anthony fists balled bucking his hips. Then Bobby heard it. The sound of and enormous splatter on the underside of the table. It happened again and again as Anthony thrusted forward. It sounded like a rain pour right under their noses.

 And just like that Bobby’s friend Anthony was gone once again and a hunk had taken his place. The adult smiled over at Bobby, as his orgasms subsided, also oblivious to the show he had just put on. Bobby was sure if he looked the cum the man shot out would be gone just like with Devin.

The adult version of Anthony wearing teen Anthony’s clothes looked comical. He was too large to wear something so small.

 “And that how we met Mr. Tony.” Mr. Nguyen laughed.

 “Huh?” Bobby turned his head to the photo album were Mrs. Nguyen was pointing. All of Anthony’s baby photos were gone and in their place were pictures of an early 20’s Anthony with his parents. It was like they were friends. Bobby’s breath was gone. This curse was doing so much more than changing forms. His blood was running cold. An innate fear was welling up inside him. How could a curse like this be undone?

 “Surprised to see me smaller? Well, that was about ten years ago.” Adult Anthony, rather Mr. Tony took one of his massive palms and rubbed Bobby’s head. Bobby felt a bit humiliated being treated like little kid by his best friend.

 As Mr. Tony conversed with his parents, the clothes on his body began to change, repairing themselves and shifting to something new. The graphic tee Anthony had on became a muscle shirt, displaying his pecs, too erotic for Bobby’s liking. The ripped pants turned into mesh shorts as Mr. Tony’s massive thighs filled them up.  

 “Is no one seeing this?!” Bobby stated eyes flying over all the adults.

 “Hush now Bobby, adults are speaking.” Mr. Tony said kind, but firmly continuing back to his conversation. Bobby sat dumbfounded eating his dinner. After the meal was over him and Mr. Tony walked into Anthony’s room. Bobby mouth fell open there were wood carvings and wood sculptures around the room.

 It seemed Mr. Tony had been a busy man replacing things in Anthony’s room with his projects. Bobby struggled through hanging out the night having to listen to Mr. Tony drone on about various types of woods. Bobby was able to get away with his sanity intact.

 “What, Wait?!” Anthony laughed the next morning in the cafeteria. “My alter ego really had you bored out of your mind, huh?”

 “Dude it’s not funny, that guy, as hot as he was into wood too much.” Bobby retorted. He was glad him and Anthony could share a laugh like this. Though he didn’t ask, Bobby was sure Anthony was getting scared of losing parts of his memory. The least Bobby could do was bring some levity to the situation.

 “Really, I would think a love for wood would be the one thing you guys would have in common for sure.” Anthony joked. “Though he might have been too enthusiastic, woodwork is actually pretty amazing.” Anthony said smiling but no longer laughing.

 Bobby tilted hid head in confusion, “You’re joking, right?”

“Not really. You know that internship I got as a carpenter downtown after school.”

 Bobby raised an eyebrow, “Anthony, you have wrestling practice after school. When do you have time for a job?”

 “Ever since the coach benched me for destroying my singlet. Which wasn’t even my fault technically. He wouldn’t let me practice so I told him I didn’t need to play, and I quit.

 “But you love to wrestle.” Bobby said.

 Anthony shrugged, “Well, I’ll always be ready to wrestle you.” He winked.

Bobby wasn’t sure whether to distance himself or keep Anthony closer. Graduation was drawing near an it seemed Anthony’s time as a teenager was running out. It started with after school. Bobby would visit the tool shop where Anthony had the internship and instead, he’d find Mr. Tony talking toa  customer. Eventually that would lead to random episodes were Anthony would burst into a man at school. No students or teachers ever took notice. Mr. Tony would always look around confused then walk out of the classroom. However, Bobby did hear how Mr. Tony gave a lecture in the wood workshop class multiple times.

 It was early Sunday morning when Bobby knocked on the Nguyen’s front door. Anthony opened it barely awake and shirtless, wearing pajama bottoms. Bobby threw his arms around his best friend. It had been weeks since he had any time with Anthony.  Anthony was almost exactly the same as Mr. Tony now the only viable differences were a few pounds of muscle, and Anthony’s youthful face. Bobby had even tried to get advice from Devin, but that guy was so far along Bobby never saw him as a kid anymore.

 Anthony walked into his bedroom room and Bobby followed in after and got on the floor. They pulled up and co-op adventure video game and began to play silently. This is how they hung out now words no longer needed. What was there to say? 2 hours passed as they enjoyed themselves.

 “Bobby, I gotta be honest I don’t think I’m going to make it to graduation. At least not as me.” Anthony sighed stopping the game as Bobby sat up on the bed next to him.

 “Don’t be so negative.” Bobby said, not even convincing himself.

 “I’m just being honest. Did you know my other self—Mr. Tony has a house?” Anthony said “I woke up in it the other day. Thank god it’s only a few blocks from my parent’s house! And every now and then I’ll catch people calling me Mr. Tony other times I don’t even recognize it.” Anthony rested his head on Bobby’s shoulder. Difficult since Anthony was so much larger, but no less comforting.

 “Aw, you’re just upset you have to start doing your own laundry.” Bobby joked earning him a warm smile from Anthony.

 “As if, you can’t even do laundry,” Anthony launched himself and pinned Bobby to the bed. Bobby tried to struggle, but Anthony’s new muscles made it extra pointless. The two laughed as they pretended to fight. Then they locked eyes staring at each other.

 “Anthony, I love you. Please don’t change.” Bobby leaned up as Anthony released his grasp and the two boys kissed.

 “Fuck!” Anthony pulled away and Bobby knew what that meant. Hunched over Bobby’s body Anthony transformed once again. However, Anthony’s body no longer needed to go through an arduous transformation. Nowadays the transformation mimicked a ripple starting from the center of Anthony’s body and pushing out hardening muscle along the way.

 In an effort to cling to the bed Mr. Tony accidentally hit Bobby in the mouth.

 “Ouch man,”

 “I’m sorry Bobby.” The sexy Asian man leaned forward inspecting the injury. “You’re fine your gums are bleeding a bit, but it’ll stop soon. No harm, see?” Mr. Tony lifted Bobby off the bed with one hand.  “If you don’t mind, I must be getting home.” The man left leaving Bobby in the Nguyen’s house shocked.

 After that it was impossible for Bobby to catch up with Anthony. Mr. Tony was always parading around. Bobby tried to ambush him at the tool shop but was speechless when he found the entire store had been converted into Mr. Tony’s workshop. It was getting hard for Bobby to keep track; He hadn’t been sleeping well the past few days. His only conclusion was that his stress about Anthony was ruining it.

 And then in a blink of an eye graduation day was here. Bobby waited forever for Anthony to show up. The Nguyen’s never showed up. Bobby pestered everyone, he knew if Anthony was coming, but no one seemed to recall the wrestler.

That is until Anthony showed up in his graduation gown, smiling proudly. Bobby’ breathed a sigh or relief, not even holding back his kisses. Their classmates also got sparks of recognition as they took their place. Sorted by alphabetical order, Bobby and Anthony were right next to each other.

 “I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” Bobby said grabbing Anthony’s hand. Anthony squeezed back. Bobby noticed that Anthony didn’t seem as tall as before, the two were almost shoulder to shoulder.

 “I decided that I should do one final firework. Cuz this is it Bobby.” Anthony stated.

 “You mean he’s going to take you over.”

 “Nah, you don’t get it Bobby. There is no takeover. He’s me as much as I am. He’s just a grown ass man and that’s what I want to be. Full, big, large, and adult as fuck. I want to be him. I want to grow up.” Anthony said panting, releasing his feelings as if he’d turned a pressure valve.  “but before that,” Anthony leaned closer and whispered, “I love you too. You deserve to hear that from me.”

 The graduation music started blaring. Anthony smiled, slightly opening his gown for Bobby, showing that the former wrestler was completely naked underneath. He pressed a finger to his lips as this was their secret for now.

Names were called and Bobby had to fight the urge to grab Anthony’s cock. Anthony on the other hand was sweating up a storm, probably fighting back the last transformation he’d ever have. The honor students lined up. Names were called. They’d go up shake the president’s hand, be handed their diploma then move on.

 Anthony leaned over, “When you go up remember to turn around and look at me after you’re off the steps.”

 Next, the regular students were called up. Bobby’s heartbeat rapidly. His name was going to be called soon. He could hear his blood rushing in his ear. One by one boys shook the presidents hand got their diploma and crossed the center of the stage to walk off. Bobby’s name rang in his ear.

 He got up on the stage happily shook hands and started his walk off. The moment he got to the bottom of the stage he heard Anthony’s name he spun on his heels. Anthony happily jogged up to shake hands and receive his diploma, but instead of crossing the center he stopped. He gave Bobby a smile and winked.  

 Then moving like lighting, he unzipped his graduation robe. His nude body was presented to the world, cock hard and throbbing pointing straight at the crowd. Everyone stared at him silently. Even from Bobby’s point of view it was unsettling. As if no one’s mind could process what was happening. Anthony put his hands on his hips in a mock superman pose as his growth started.

 Something about this transformation was different. It was more meticulous and purposeful aging Anthony’s body. Bobby’s heart ached a bit. Anthony said this would be the last one and the curse agreed with him. A handsome fit young lad was developing into a grown man before their eyes. His body expanded making way for Mr. Tony. Thighs for crushing watermelons came into view, arms for heaving wood burst forth. His dress shoes were destroyed as his toes poked through wiggling around. More importantly his cock grew fatter and longer by the minute. The cock head went from an angry red to a pleading purple to explode. Anthony’s teenage face faded away imbued with mature sharp features

 The man standing in Anthony’s place tried to turn towards Bobby mouthing something. The senior wasn’t sure what Mr. Tony wanted to say because it never got finished. Halfway through his turn Mr. Tony’s cock fired—No erupted was more like it. Cum rocketed out like a fountain, landing onto the graduating seniors in the front rows.  Even splattered with cum, no one reacted.

 The robes on Mr. Tony, shifted around his body, Moving like endless fabric. It wrapped the hard muscles up tightly and began to take a new shape. Mr. Tony’s nudity was hidden behind his forming suit. A black jacket and pants emerged from the gown as a white dress shirt appeared. The white dress short tried to cover the torso but Mr. Tony’s bulging pecs made that impossible, even popping off the top three buttons.  Mr. Tony’s cleavage was open to everyone.  His shoes had reformed polished and stylish.

 Heavily breathing Mr. Tony ran a hand through his hair, coming down from his high. Each lock stayed in place as if Mr. Tony had neatly combed it hours before. Mr. Tony opened his eyes and smiled at the crowd.

 Everyone clapped, leaving Bobby dumbfounded.

 “That was quite the speech,” The president said patting Mr. Tony on the back. “But now we’ll get back to reading the names.” People cheered as Mr. Tony walked away. He headed towards bobby who still had not moved.

 “Did my speech leave you speech-less” Mr. Tony laughed patting Bobby on the back, “I’m so proud of you graduating.”

 “I can’t believe you seriously did that.” Bobby looked among the parents, students, and teachers. Not one betrayed they felt things were anything other than ordinary.

Mr. Tony nudged Bobby. “Oh, come on my speech didn’t embarrass you or the seniors in my woodshop class too much.”

 Bobby returned to his seat. He didn’t know what everyone thought Anthony had done but their minds had clearly replaced it with an impassioned speech that only a worldly and refined type of man could make. Bobby felt he was missing out, but he wouldn’t trade the show Anthony had put on for anything.

That was how graduation came to an end.

—-

“Have you tried sleeping on your side?” Mr. Tony asked, leaning onto his store’s counter.

“It’s not the position,” Bobby stated, “It’s something else. My muscles ache after I sleep, but it’s a good ache like after a long run.” Only a few days after graduation had passed, but Bobby found himself visiting Mr. Tony’s store to check up on him.

“Maybe you’re getting old.” Mr. Tony smirked.

“I am not.” Bobby huffed “Let’s change the subject, OLD MAN.”

“Fine, fine.” Mr. Tony laughed he wasn’t trying to pick a fight. “So, you’re going to be a camp counselor for a few weeks? Make a few coins? That doesn’t sound like much for your last summer after high school.”

“Originally, my best friend and I were going to do a road trip afterwards.” Bobby glanced at Mr. Tony. “But he’s not going to be able to.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Mr. Tony leaned off his desk sounding genuinely sadden for Bobby. “Maybe he’ll make it up to you another time.”

“Yeah maybe,” Bobby started walking out the store.

“See ya around Robert.” Mr. Tony waved.

Bobby gave a wave heading out. He stopped walking for a minute “Robert?”

A day later at the train station, Bobby had stowed his suitcase away, carrying only a backpack on him. This summer was going to be a bit of a bummer without Anthony. Heck, Bobby realized his whole world would change without Anthony. Their summer hangouts, their sleepovers, their inside jokes since they were kids, all gone. All of those memories were locked away in Mr. Tony or maybe they had become different memories. Sighing Bobby leaned on the window. Finally he was realizing how devastating the curse was. If only he could grow—

RIPPP

Looking down, Bobby watched his thighs gain muscles, growing larger. “What the?” His shirt got tight as his chest spilled out in the open. “I have the curse?!” Cracking Bobby’s spine grew as he turned into a man on the train to an unaware audience. Bobby grabbed his backpack and rushed off the train growing manlier with every step.