The Great Pumpkin

It was an adjustment, but over time they were all more or less settling into their new lives. Tony had been humiliated at walking around looking like a castaway from the Jersey shore with his constantly pumped muscles and ridiculous orange tan, but he'd grown to enjoy wearing nothing but his tiny shorts and baggy muscle shirts, to say nothing of the explosive intensity that had become his sex life. Instead of being embarrassed by his entire body acting as a g-spot, he was addicted to it.

Gabe was less thrilled by his new arrangement, but he was gradually coming around. He was still mortified at how his massive rear looked hanging off his otherwise whipcord frame, but he couldn't deny the pleasure it brought him. It made the lifeless cock between his legs an afterthought. Having a man's face buried between his fleshy mountains felt better than any blowjob he'd ever received, and having a dick inside him was infinitely preferable to being inside someone else. He could still call himself a stud; it was just the technical details that had changed.

Wyatt, on the other hand, surprised everyone by how quickly he embraced his new lot in life. The formerly lanky man seemed to love being the shortest guy in the room for a change. He lived for the sensation of other men towering over him and how it felt to be small, even with his burly muscle. He'd never been the most arrogant, but no one expected the former giant to embrace humiliation as much as he had. If it involved debasing himself in any way, it got him off. The more embarrassing, the better. He even came to view his altered features as a turn on, feeling an extra thrill at being the ugliest guy in the room as well as the shortest. Nothing made him happier than to have his rough, bulldog face buried between a gorgeous man's legs.

"Gabe? Wyatt? We're here."

The sound of Tony's voice snapped Gabe out of his reverie. He sauntered into the living room to find a trio of jocks from the university hockey team standing awkwardly behind a shirtless Tony. The buff man's black, nylon shorts split up his muscular quads and left nothing to the imagination, not even the fat, semi-hard cock bobbing in front.

"Gang's all here," Gabe said, smiling at their changing expressions as their eyes traveled down his lean torso to his plump, exposed rear. Even the straightest guy seemed to love Gabe's clapping cheeks, which he regularly took advantage of. "So you've all been through this before?"

The blonde on the right blushed and nodded. "Yeah...we...I mean, one of the other guys thought it would be funny after practice. One minute I'm in the shower and the next thing I know I've got Derek and Mike up my..." he trailed off as he looked over at his friends, all of them going crimson.

"Say no more," Gabe nodded. "We've all been there. The only reason I ask is in case you want to strip down first. Things can get intense quick, and that doesn't always end well for your clothes."

"Oh! Good point," the blonde stammered. Gabe watched them all hesitantly strip down, a part of him still reeling from what his life had become as he mentally noted which of the already-hard cocks would feel best inside him. He let the beefy trio squirm for a bit longer, loving the awkwardness as they stood naked and hard in front of each other, embarrassed but eager at the same time.

"Alright then. Wyatt," he called into the other room, "bring Luke in." There was a noticeable tension as the trio watched the handsome, naked stud approach, led in by a short, stocky slab of beef. "Everyone ready?" They all nodded quickly and looked to Luke. The shaggy headed man grinned from ear to ear, already grabbing his aching rod in front of everyone as his mouth opened.

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