O’Melissokomos
The Bee Keeper

Jekyll Genes: My Friends Call Me Pony (mm musc tf)

by Texzilla

Pierre knew to come up the back alley to the mansion. Yeah it was the ‘staff’ entrance. And in this area of LA, ‘staff’ included you friendly neighborhood drug supplier. And in this area of LA the only black guys the cops didn’t eye funny were black guys like his client, rich and famous, not the average black guy like Pierre. With all the drugs in the car, he needed to keep as low a profile as possible. Passing by the front of the place while circling the block, he knew what that cab was doing waiting out front. As much as he wasn’t suppose to be seen heading in the back, there was a great need for the person that would use the cab to be seen. By any and all.

Considering some of his clients didn’t even know where the kitchen in there houses were, it always surprised Pierre when #1 wide receiver Dexter “Hoss” Russell opened the door to let him in. But then Dex always let the staff off for the weekend when Pierre made a delivery. Let the Master of the house alone with his bag of goodies.

The 6’ 3” black football player was dressed more than usual, a pair of skimpy shorts could be seen under the open robe thrown over his shoulders. His deep black skin, with all it’s over sized muscles and heavy growth of hair standing out all the more beneath the starkly white robe.

“Come on in,” he mumbled in a low timber. “Jus’ seein’ my date out.”

Pierre followed his client through the kitchen, the dining room, to the front of the house. As they entered the large open foyer area Pierre heard some noise from up stairs. A young woman, looking the epitome of dazed and confused stumbled down the staircase. Her clothes barely on. Clothes she obviously went out on the town in the night before looking out of place in the early morning. If she remembered anything, it was that she left her place Friday night, and now she was heading home Saturday afternoon. Everything in-between was a calculated blur.

Dex met her at the bottom of the stairs. A slight flash of recognition when she saw her ‘date’ for the night, then a flash of confusion.

“Taxi’s been paid. Jus’ tell ‘em where you want to go.” Dexter said in his low rumble of a voice.

“Yea, Ok, Hey do you think…maybe …..”

“Taxi’s waitin’” He said all but shoving her out the front door. No kiss goodbye. Pausing just long enough to make sure that if anyone was watching, he’d be seen showing a woman to a waiting taxi.

“Unreal,” Pierre mumbled.

“Fuck you.” Dexter said. “”Let’s do this upstairs.”

The two men headed up to the big man’s bedroom. As he entered Dex threw off his robe, revealing his muscled body. Not like a bodybuilder type build, but muscles used for, and made from, a strenuous job that needed them. A few more than noticeable scars fro the years of on the field abuse. It wasn’t just a casual thing that Dexter showed his body off. He knew that Pierre would get a thrill out of it.

The two men had met back in college. When Dex was a rising star on the football field and didn’t really have to go to class. The Pierre wasn’t anything but a failure at everything he tried, except hooking up friends and frats with the illegal substance of their choice. It was in college that both men found out the secret of the other. Their relationship was one of polite blackmail.

Pierre didn’t see himself and Dex both being queer as quite the blackmail playing card that Dex did. They might both be gay but Dex wasn’t as good at it as Pierre was. Pierre didn’t hide it, he had no one to hide it from. Dex, on the other hand, was so far in the closet, for the ‘sake of his career’, the he wouldn’t let Pierre supply him with even the most discreet of working boys he had lined up. But knowing how desperate the big man was getting for some action placed the football player in Pierre’s hands.

“Money’s on the dresser.” Which was Dex’s favorite part of the meetings. Leaving the money out like he would for a hooker for Pierre to pick up. “What you got for me this time.”

“Mostly the usual. With something something extra. Here you go. Your industrial strength Viagra, a good supply of horse Viagra,” Pierre said digging into the brown paper bag he’d brought into the house with him. Taking the items out and tossing them on the bed. He couldn’t help notice Dex just laid there, propped up in bed, keeping his eyes on Pierre’s eyes, rubbing his fingers over one of his pure black nipples all the time. Ignoring the drugs tossed between his legs. “ Going to guess you’ll need more of these Ruffies. Man, you’re the only guy in town who uses these to make the girls he brings home forget that they DIDN’T have sex with you, not forget the sex they DID.”

“It works. Knock them out, bring them back here, wake them up every couple of hours so they know where they are and with who. Shove them out the door when the stuff begins to wear off. Keeps the rumors down as long as there’s a steady stream of whores coming out of the house. What about the…”

“Yea, your blow, your Meth, some more Meth, and some old fashioned pot.”

“S’cool.”

“You know I can get you some ever harder stuff if you..”

“Nah, can’t risk it. They’ve givin’ up holding guys down when this shit shows up on the tests. Anything harder and its hell to pay. So, what’s this….surprise.”

Pierre reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle of a light green liquid. Hoss knew right away that it was the same type of bottle that liquid steroids would be kept in.

“No fuckin’ way man. I could be so drugged up I’d be pissing the stems from the pot you sold me, and they’d give me a talkin’ too. One hint of steroids and I’d be out.” Hoss said leaning forward and beginning to pick through the drugs on his bed.

“Not steroids man. This is something different. Rare. Stolen. Expensive. But when I heard about it, you were the first guy I thought of. How would you like to walk into each and every gay bar and club in town, fuck, get fucked, suck, get sucked. When you’r done at one club, over onto the next and start again with a new batch of boys. And get away with it. No photos showing up on Perez Hilton. No not so blind items in the gossip rags. No discussions of your behavior off the field with your Coach and the Owners. Because no one will know it’s you?”

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

Pierre pulled out his iPhone and started flipping through some pictures. A smile broke out on his face.

“Guess who?” Pierre said showing the picture on the small screen to Dexter.

Dexter did his best to focus on the screen. He saw a smiling Hispanic kid, maybe 19, good build, obviously dancing like a fool, his upper body shirtless, pants heading south to reveal some dick hair, hips showing enough that half his ass must have been hanging out the back, arms raised to show off his pit hairs, sweat pouring down his body, glistening in the club lighting.

“One of the kids you keep wanting to bring in here for me to fuck?”

“Billy Eden.”

“Fuck you.”

“Seriously. Take a look at the eyes.”

Dexter wasn’t a big fan of the movie star, but he knew the guy was in the same situation he was. Not able to come out, not able to date anything but women who meant nothing to him, having to play the straight guy to keep his pay check. Only seen a couple of the guy’s movie but he knew the face. Everyone knew the face. And the smile wasn’t Eden’s, the shape of the face wasn’t Eden’s, the color of the body was too tan and brown for it to be make up……but there was something….in the eyes.

“You see it.” Pierre said smiling again.

“What is this?” Dex said in slight wonderment.

“What this is…it this.” Pierre said holding up the bottle again. “It changes you. One shot and you become someone else. For about three days. You keep your brains, everything else becomes someone else. There’s a slight hint to the old you behind the eyes. Windows to the soul maybe. One shot in your ass, and for three days, you can be someone else.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m telling you that’s Billy Eden. Looking like some Latino puppy out on the dance floor. Fucking men day and night and not having to care. And it can be you.” Pierre said pulling out a needle from his bag. He quickly removed the protective covering, gabbed the needle into the cap and started filling it up with the greening liquid. “You got any plans for the next three days? Any places you gots to be? How ‘bout spending them as a hot Chulo instead?”

Dexter sat up on the bed. Watching Pierre holding the syringe in his hand. He could just see a drop of the green liquid dripping out of the tip of the needle. Why….. why did he believe this? It was impossible but, that photo. Was he THAT desperate to believe such an insane story. Changing him into some Latino kid. As much as he needed the release that the drugs Pierre brought over today, this would be a release 100 times better. What with the pressure of the team going to let him go and his possibilities as a free agent severely limited. His agent was telling him that no other teams lining up to hire him. Now was the time NOT to give in to the urges he had. They were looking for a reason to drop him and his mega salary. But with this stuff. He could go where he wanted. Do the things that he couldn’t do, hadn’t done, dreamed of doing, since the College football scout told him he’d better keep his queerness in his pants back at the end of High School. Years of fearing that any touch of intimacy would bring his ruin. So in need of the release of another man’s touch.

“You do it with me.” Dex said. “You do it first.”

“No need for me to do it man. I don’t care who sees me fucking who. And I’m not going to waste a shot that I could later sell.”

“For how long? I’ve got training camp starting Wednesday.”

“You’ll be back by then.”

“How much?” Dexter asked after a long pause.

“You know me. First shot’s free. You don’t like it, I give you your next bag of goodies on the house. But you’ll like it. You’ll be begging me for the bottle. What do you say?”

Pierre was making too much money off of Dex to pull anything that would damage his cash intake. Insane, Insane……. But he did have the week free.

“You’re dead if this goes bad.”

“It won’t.” Pierre said with a gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face. “Drop those panties and take a deep breath.”

In the back of Dex’s mind he knew that the reason he was leaving the bed and pulling down his shorts had more to do with his stubborn macho pride than his need for cock. Couldn’t look weak in front of even his stupid drug dealer. What the hell, even if the stuff didn’t work, he’d have a ride on what ever was in that needle. Experimenting with the hard stuff was how he got through the off-season.

No pause, no hesitation on Pierre’s part. The second the big man’s big ass was in reach he stuck the needle into the fleshy mound and pressed down the syringe. Dex let out a quick groan s his ass began to burn.

“It works fast and, oh yea, it hurts like hell. Nothing you won’t be able to handle big boy.” Pierre said patting Dex on his shoulder then taking a seat at the end of the bed.

Dex almost took time to belt Pierre for the ‘boy’ usage. No one called him, boy. It wasn’t a racial thing, although he played on it. He might be queer but he was a man, a top, in charge and no one, called him, boy. But he didn’t have time. The sucker punch from nowhere that hit his gut, and kept on hitting. He was about to let out a groan when the overpowering pain shot from head to toe. Besides screaming in his head Dex was trying to decide if he should make his way to the phone to dial 911 when he saw his hand. Except it couldn’t be his hand. It was way too small. Even as a young teen Dex had hands bigger than anyone in his family, in school, on the team. Now, they were just hands, fingers thinner, shorter. And the arms they were attached to, they were getting smaller, and bigger. Trying hard to concentrate Dex found that while his arms were getting smaller in actual size, the amount and quality of the muscles forming on them were more than before. Muscles becoming more sculpted, detailed. The well earned scars from years of tackles disappearing into perfect smoothness. Looking down at his chest, something weird was going onthere too. It was becoming more compact, but growing out. He’d always had a good pair of pecs but now they were ballooning up , becoming solid. The nipples disappearing over the edge.

Dex took a quick look at Pierre only to find he wasn’t making eye contact like he was before. He had to look up some. Then Dex felt the tight, tight shorts he had been wearing quickly slip down off his much smaller ass, getting caught slightly was his legs and hitting the floor. As if his waist was so much thinner now they could no longer hold them up. Was…..was he getting shorter, and thinner? The fear suddenly hit him. Shit, the stuff was working but if he’s shrinking and his chest is growing, did Pierre slip him something that would turn him into a woman? These pecs were so pumped up could they turn into tits? Looking past his chest Dex was able to see his legs were defiantly not the long limbs he’s used to run up and down the football fields of the NFL for the last 5 years. These there legs like his arms were. Thick with well detailed muscles, knotted and still growing as the legs got shorter.

At least he could still see his cock. Wasn’t going inside so at least he was only going to be a shorter guy than before, not some pussy. Yea, his cock looked pretty good on this body. The nickname Hoss as much came from his Coke can thick, uncut cock as it did his running ability. And on this smaller body, it was even bigger. And Dex then found, it was going to get longer too. Amazed already at is change, Dex was thrilled to see his dick snake down an at least two more inches. A good stream of precum dribbling out the end. His balls might have been a little smaller, yea, they were small, but it only made his cock all the bigger.

But he was still black, and through all these changes he didn’t feel his face change that much. It wasn’t going to work if he was just going to be a more muscled compact version of himself. Dex thought of trying to ask Pierre when the Latino would kick in, when a swirl of color started taking over his body. His deep black skin started to fade in patterns, getting lighter and lighter, well into the light browns. Beginning to make Dex now wonder when it would stop.

Shifts to his face suddenly started taking over, and the pain was the worst yet. He could feel his nose getting thinner, stubbier. Licking his dried lips he found them still a bit on the full size but not nearly at thick and luscious as he thought they were before. Reaching up to feel his face Dex didn’t fine the warn mocha skin of the youth in the cell phone photo. He found muscled arms of a light pink with a dusting of even lighter blonde hairs on them. Reaching up top his head Dex felt around, and instead of what he expected to find, short black hair like the kid in the picture, he pulled in front of his eyes long, thick golden blonde hair. Straight and long enough to reach below his shoulders.

“Oh fuck no.” Dex said in such a higher, lighter voice that he instinctively grabbed his throat. Looking at Pierre again he found the man still sitting on the end of the bed, but with his hands down his pants, rubbing his dick.

Dex made a move to the bathroom. Except he wasn’t taking the long powerful strides he’d learn to take in his old body. Now he had to take more steps, on shorter legs, his thighs and leg muscles rubbing up against each other.

How could the doorknob be THAT much higher? How could the room be THIS much bigger.

How….how could that way too blonde haired, blue eyed, white, build like a pro bodybuilder, five foot nothing…and there was no other word for it, ….adorable musclepup in the mirror be HIM!?!?

“What is this Pierre?!?!”

“That’s one fucking hot little muscle twink you got going on there. Hell man I see NOTHING of the old you.” Pierre said sauntering in behind the new Dex. Towering over the little blonde by a good foot.

“What happened to the Latino kid?!?!” Dex yelled into the mirror. Is higher voice still a shock to him.

“They said it was the same bottle but must of they made a mistake. But who cares? You know how many guys are going to want to tap this ass.” Pierre said giving Dex’s perfect melon ass a slap. Something he would never do to the old Dex.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Dex said hoping it would sound forceful but finding it came out almost as a pleading request. “I can’t go out like this. Like this little white twinky. This isn’t what you said it would be.”

“How can you be upset looking like this? To me it’s even better. There isn’t a soul on Earth, besides myself, that would have any hint that inside this tight hot pink shell lived towering black anger that is Dexter Hoss Russel. Hell not as much a ‘Hoss’ any more as you are a Pony.”

Pierre reached behind Dex, carefully this time, and rested his hand on the top of his ass, slowly starting to strok it. Running a couple of fingers along the crack then starting to make slow circles, softly caressing it. Dex’s shock of his new form was suddenly overtaken with an incredible sensual feeling that started at his butt hole and then shot to his soul. What was that going to feel like when the first guy he grabbed onto slid his cock up that waiting…no no wait, he wasn’t going to get fucked like this. He didn’t get fucked. And wouldn’t, not with this pink snake hanging off his groin.

“You want to try it out?” Pierre said breaking Dex’s train of thought.

“With you? Hell no. How long you say this lasts? I can’t go into training camp looking like this!?”

Pierre finding that this might be the time to leave Dex to his new toy turned and walked out of the bathroom. He knew Dex wouldn’t get it on with him, but rejection was still rejection. “Three days, maybe. Not like it came with an instruction book. Like I said, illegal and stolen. Only other stuff I know is the change back takes longer, but don’t hurt as much. And, uhh, oh yea……maybe one of those things I should have maybe told you about earlier, remember Billy Eden’s sudden check into rehab a couple of months ago? Story is it wasn’t drug and alcohol, that after the initial rush and release he wasn’t mentally able to handle the becoming someone else, even for just a few days. Not that a big tough guy like yourself will have that trouble.”

Dex was still in the bathroom, only sort of hearing what Pierre was saying. Kept thinking he looked like one of those guys that artist would draw, the old drawings, Tom of Somewhere. With the muscles and the tough but innocent face. ‘Cept his guys were tall. Like a compact Tom of Wherever guy. Playing with his reddish pink nipples. He had been playing with his black nipples earlier, but this felt even better, more alive. Enjoying how they hung down off the big chest he now sported. Beginning to like how when he looked down or bent his head a certain way, a cascade of blonde hair would fall on front of his face. Maybe the skin tone wasn’t that bad, although he’d burn before he’d tan. Turning around to look at his ass. Having to stand on tip toes to even see it in the mirror above the sink. Thinking about someone’s cock going between those two mounds and…. What was Pierre talking about?

“What did you say?” Dex said wandering out of the bathroom to find Pierre about to leave.

“I said after three days of letting the guys ride the Pony, you give me a call and we’ll talk about the price for the rest of the bottle. I’ll see myself out.”

And with that Dex was alone in his house. So alone he wasn’t even in the same room with his real body. The release that Pierre promised was there, but so was the reality. He knew the clubs he wanted to go to and he knew what he wanted to do once he got there. That was the main plan, but there was a few things he had to take care of first. Like there was a quick message sent out to staff not to come in for the next week. They were used to things like that. Wouldn’t look suspicious. Money would be OK for the next few days. Shit, all he had to do was shower off the last day’s worth of sweat and head out!!!

Running back into the shower Dex got the jets going, grabbed his razor and jumped in the glass box, closing the door behind him. God this body felt great. He might have been small but the proportions were right. In his hands he felt big even if he did feel 100 pounds lighter. These biceps were bigger than the quarterbacks. The veins he used to have snaking across his chest and arms were standing out like robes on his body, but just under the pale skin, pulsing blue beneath the pink. And washing his dick was never this much fun before, not even when he was a kid and learning all what a dick could do.

Both little hands could just wrap around this cock now between his legs. It was heavy. And getting heavier from all the attention. Dex’s breath began to get more shallow as he stopped pretending to be washing his dick and started concentrating of pumping his dick. Like the rest of his skin, the anything touching it felt like the first time. The way the foreskin began to pull back from the head as it got thicker and longer, if that was possible. And there was that connection to his ass again. Like when Pierre was stroking it. The thought of a cock like his going up his ass, having to spread his legs wide to let another man in, the feeling of having someone on top of him, letting go of the power…… Within seconds Dex was blowing a load that hit the side of the shower wall, dripped down onto the tiles and briefly clogged the drain as it went down. Had he been back at the mirror Dex would have seen a smile on his face that rivaled the one of Billy Eden in the photo.

Grabbing his razor Dex felt his faced to se how much soap to use to shave in the shower, but didn’t find any. Odd since he knew his old self had a heavy growth of bread before the change. Maybe this kid couldn’t grow a bread? He had some body hair, between the pecs, in the pits and his fingers kept getting caught up in the ones above his dick. Should he……? Without another hesitation Dex went to work with the razor. It was new and expensive so without a knick or scratch the hair on his chest was gone. Then the pits, which were a little hard to do because of the size of his arms. If ther was a thought before he took the razor to his crotch, it was drowned out by the idea that a kid like this would want to have a bare set of pubes. It would make him look even younger and his dick even bigger. A few more passes and a few more checks and Dex was hairless from the eyebrows down. And the water from the shower jets felt all the more sensual on his now more than bare skin.

Had to get back on the plan. Quickly reshowering, and finding that he actually had to wash his long hair. Not just rub and rinse some shampoo as usual, but really wash the long locks. Dex turned off the jets and began to towel dry. Another weird experience. The extra long towels he got for his former size now looked like a tent against him.

With his body fairly dry and his hair dripping down his back Dex left the bathroom to get dressed. Which was when the ton of bricks hit him. Seeing his discarded shorts on the floor he realized. Those were some of his tightest fighting closest, and they dropped off his like kid’s diaper. Dex grabbed a few things out of his closet and dresser, but even the smallest and tightest of stretch fabrics were still too large. Almost comical.

He wasn’t going to have gone through all this to be stopped now. But he couldn’t call some of the stores he regularly bought form. What was he going to say “Hi I’m a friend of Dexter Russell, bring me over something cool I can wear to gay bars and put it on Dexter’s Visa?” No, no, no there had to be something. After a minute of standing still, the overly movement being drips of water off his hair, hitting his ass before puddling on the floor, Dex remembered his stash of decoy clothes.

Could it work? Dex had bought some stupid cheap looking women’s clothes over the years. Certainly not to wear but to leave around. Clues to women that never were there. Remnants of wild nights that never happened. Things for the staff or guests to find, so he could ask slightly embarrassed that his date left with less than she came wearing. Could…could any of those clothes fit?

It took some digging and some adjusting but after a few false starts, Dex had to admits, for a white bodybuilder kid he looked damn hot in what were technically woman’s clothes. A pair of red hot shorts, dick shoved in the front so tight it left nothing to the imagination, ass hanging out the back, the top button on the fly undone, he couldn’t suck it in enough to snap it close. Meaning part of his shaved crotch was also exposed. Almost matching red mesh tank top. The original idea of the low cut neckline must have been to show off the girl’s tits, now they were showing off his pecs better than a push up bra would have. An adjustment here and there and Dex even got his super hard nipples to poke out of the mesh. Some of his better bling, watch and bracelets having to be adjusted to their tightest settings. Not too much gold but enough to tell the guys that while he might be easy, he wasn’t cheap. Putting on some of his old shoes was the only route he could go, and again, it come off as cute instead of hunky. Giant black trainers looking more like leather boots on smaller feet. But it was cute, in character goofy and got the job done. It was just getting dark as Dex all but skipped down the stairs, grabbed his wallet and keys and took to his 5 car garage. The motorcycle was out, so were most of the cars. Yea, the sports car, why not. He’d be careful. No one would know it was his, lots of guys drove cars like this. Took longer to adjust the seats and steering wheel for his smaller body than it did to get ready.

Taking a deep breath, Dex hit the garage door opener, hit the gas and drove off into uncharted but long dream of territory.

It didn’t take him long to get to the gay center of LA. West Hollywood, or WeHo. He’d passed through enough times over the year. Coming up with a story in his head as to why he was there in case anyone spotted him. Pulled into a parking garage and strutted his ass down the block to the hottest club in town. The Warehouse. Sometimes Dex believed he could hear the thumping rhythm of the music inside the place all the way to his mansion miles away. It was a busy Saturday night and the guys were lined up out side. But just walking across the street the Doormen motioned for Dex to come over. He did his best to show off what he’s just gotten by way of a body, and they let him in right away. Once inside Dex found his queer nirvana. Everything he had always wanted. The men. The music. The liquor. The guys dancing on stage. The guys dancing n the dance pit. Men looking at him in lust. Some guys doing the looking at Dex without trying to get caught looking at Dex bit. Out on the floor he could move, dance like he’d always wanted. No holding back. At first Dex had some trouble getting used to being at everyone’s mid chest level. He was used to dominating a room, it was what football players did. But his short stature was the most alien part of this experiment. But then on the dance floor, surrounded by men, it was the best thing ever. Where ever he looked, just men. And when some other guy’s touch landed on his sweaty body, he didn’t have to push it away. Hell he was getting a contact high from the liquor on the guy’s lips he was getting deep kisses from out on the dance floor.

He kept coming back to this one guy. Just a little taller than him, as opposed to everyone else in the place who was MUCH taller than him. Young Chinese guy, maybe as old as Dex looked now. Also with short, short hair, maybe a shaved head just growing out for a day or two. He was hot. Not bodybuilder big but not an ounce of fat on him. Some type of vinyl pants that looked like leather but shined like lightning. And a great smile that broke out whenever Dex came around. Dex was pretty sure he was smiling too when ever he saw the guy. Making eye contact with Dex he motioned that they leave the dance floor and head towards the bar.

“You are unreal dude.” His new found friend said pulling him off to the side “Where did you…”

But Dex stopped him. Dex wrapped his arms around the guys back and went in for the kiss he’d been waiting to give since puberty. After a second to get over the shock, his buddy started giving back. Dex’s brain was on fire, this was everything he always wanted. Hands started going everywhere. He found hi mouth sucking on one of the guy’s dark brown nipples. He found his hair being pulled aside and hard kisses being placed on his neck. His hands went down the front of the guy’s pants just as the guy’s hands went down the back of his shorts.

Coming up for air Dex ran his hand over his new buddy’s almost smooth head. “Nice to see I’m not the only one into shaving.”

“What are you talking about you long haired goof?” the guy said messing up Dex’s long blond hair.

Dex grabbed the guy’s hand and shoved them down the front of his shorts, making sure the guy could feel his freshly shaved cock. A look of understanding crossed the guy’s face. Then a look of astonishment as Dex moved the hand down farther onto his major dick.

“Like I said, unreal.” Dex’s Chinese partner said. “Haven’t seen you around before. Can I ask, how long you’re in town?”

“Umm, just a few days.” Dex said remembering that Pierre mentioned the change would last for maybe three days.

“You getting any free time besides tonight. I won’t ask who brought you into town, but are you his exclusive for the trip?”

“Brought me into…what?”

“Come on I’ve just….oh man I’m sorry if I’m wrong but, you know, a kid your age, a body like that, wearing all this gold. I know a real Rolex when I see one, not one of those Fauxlexs. New in town and only for a few days…… tell me you’re not…you know…” the guy said beginning to wonder if he had been going down the wrong path.

“What, a whore?” Dex said at first outraged. But right when he thought of walking away. Hey, it’s all a game, play along. “Yea sure, OK. Didn’t think it was that obvious.”

“It’s not. Only to another whore. Even if I’m just a local one.” He said as they went back for a few more kissed. “You’re signed up for the contest right? With dance moves like you’ve got, you’ve got to win.”

“What contest?”

“The Dance Your Ass Off contest. They’re letting guys get up on stage and shake like their regular dudes due. Come on, you didn’t know. Oh man, let’s go. I signed up already, you’ve GOT to join me. $250 is $250.”

Dex found his wrist being grabbed and himself being dragged across the room. His new found buddy let go and scrambled up a short couple of stairs to a guy holding a clip board. They had obviously been talking about him as he slowly took the stairs, making sure his muscles look heavy and his dick looked as full as it could without busting the seams of his shorts.

“Hell yea there’s still time to sign this guy up!” the older guy with the clip board said as he wrote some things down. “Hey man, what’s your name?”

Dex slowed his steps down as he thought. What about…..

“My uhhhh…..,my friends call me Pony.” That’s what Pierre said he was. Could tell them Dexter Russell, or even just Dex. This blonde hunk didn’t look like no Dex. Pony fit, so Pony it was.

‘Pony! Cool!” the Asian guy said throwing his arm around Dex’s, now Pony’s shoulder. “My little Pony!! I’m Ricky by the way.”

Dex would have hit Ricky in the gut, but he was getting off on the aroma of his new friend.

“You guys want to go on stage together? You’d have to split the winning. Which I’m pretty sure you’re going to take home?”

“I’m only doing it for the attention.” Dex found himself saying. He didn’t even know why he was saying it. But it felt right.

“Yea, for some reason I sort of already got that. Head backstage guys. Tell them Eddie sent you. They’ll hook you up.”

Dex and Ricky made their way to the back area behind the stage. Pretty crowded up with the other contestants and the few regular boys who were hanging out, giving both encouragement as well as snarky comments. There was a rumble of jealousy when the ultra buff blonde and his Asian boyfriends entered the pack. The guys were given spare g-stings and shown the dressing area. Most of the guys took their own stall to change. Dex and Ricky shared one. As if anyone could have stopped them.

Dex slipped off his red mesh shirt, finding it soaked in sweat. And the slowly, for Ricky’s to see every bit of the show, rolled down his tight red shorts. His awesome pick cock flopping out, even giving a little bounce when it was fully free.

“Holy shit. How does a guy your size get a dick that big?” Ricky whispered, throwing himself to his knees, hesitating for an instant before the big pink cock, and the taking it in his mouth. Dex….Dex was in heaven. Didn’t matter what he looked like. Didn’t matter how small he was. Didn’t matter that his fame and fortune meant nothing here. He had a man, on his cock.

Reaching down Dex pulled his suck buddy down on his dick. That’s what he was considering it now, as HIS dick. Only his dick could make that electricity shoot through him every time Ricky’s tongue caressed the bottom on his dick. When the large head hit the back of Ricky’s throat and then was shoved down lower.

Ricky pulled back, getting a slurping smack of his lips. “Let’s do this.” He said standing up and undoing his belt. His pants fell to the ground, exposing his not as big but just as hard dark dick.

Inside of Dex’s mind he was shocked. His body was doing one thing, his mind wanted him to do another. But with a simple motion of his hand Ricky got Dex to turn around, and press up against the wall, exposing his ass to the Asian muscle rent boy. Dex was the man, Dex was going to be the top. But when Ricky’s hand went between the perfect round ass cheeks, it was Pony who let out a sigh and leaned into the wall all the more, lifting his as higher in the air. Dex had gone into this to find a release, only to have Pony offer surrender.

It was the first time anyone had fucked his ass. As the short cock entered Dex knew it wasn’t going to be the last time that Pony got fucked. As long as he kept using this body, Pony was going to have it used as a fuck toy. Dex was fairly removed from the whole gay experience, but he understood that, without question, he was a complete and total bottom. As Ricky picked up the pace and Dex’s eyes rolled back into his head, he knew he was getting the experience that no top would ever understand. He always considered the Bottom as the worst kind of fag, weak and useless. But Dex was learning something different as this guy he met no longer than a half hour ago slammed his hips into his ass. It was Dexter Russell pretending to be a blonde hunk that entered the dressing room but it was Pony with hard 9 inches pressed against the wall that shot his load down into his own shorts down around his ankles. It was incredible. It was the release he needed. His name was Pony.

Ricky gave one last shove of his dick into Pony’s ass, both men collapsing against the wall, using that to keep them up. For the first time Pony felt the hot warm rush of a man delivering a load of cum. Hot from his balls, deep into Pony’s ass.

“There is NOTHING better than fucking a little guy with a big dick.” Ricky panted.

“Unless you’re the little guy getting fucked.” Pony said, finding his voice seemed a bit higher, happier.

The tow men were still locked in a kiss when the commotion started outside their cubicle. It was show time. Quickly they pulled up the loner g-strings they had been handed. Ricky getting a small orange pouch with a few sequins on it. Pony got the Rolls Royce of g-strings. White, sequined, spangles, faux diamonds. He pulled it up his legs, surprised that it fit so well. Bent his knees slightly so the middle sting could go between his ass checks. As it settled there he noticed just how incredible unlike a jockstrap it felt like. Took some time to adjust his dick in the smallish pouch. But once on, it completed the blonde package.

The other contestants lined up back stage waiting to be let out. Some nervous. Some too drunk to be nervous. Some of the guys were torn between letting Pony go in front of them, knowing they’d be ignored once he hit the stage, and getting to stand in back of him, watching that pure white stand disappear between his muscle bubble of an ass.

For some reason Pony passed off the slight twinge in his gut before they hit the stage as his own nerves getting the best of him. Besides making a career of going out in front of crowds. He thought it was nerves. The music stated blaring, the curtain moved aside and the guys walked out to a more than adoring crowd. Certainly for most of the guys, it was amateur night. Some gave it their best shot. One or two of the guys, after seeing they no longer had a shot, dived into the crowd to join the on lookers. A couple more kept trying, But it was Pony and Ricky who were taking the prize home that night. Either dancing together or working the crowd, they OWNED the stage. Grabbing hand fulls of dollars and trying to either hold on to them to stuff them in the elastic of the g-string. Bonus money on top of what they obviously would win.

It was when Pony reached out for some of that money that he first noticed something wrong with his arm. Thinking it was a trick of the stage lights Pony waited till they passed to see if was still there. And it was. He was getting darker. The pit of his stomach moved again when he took a glance at the rest of his body. It was different, but familiar. Suddenly an old football scar appeared back on his arm. Looking up in shock at Ricky, Pony was now taller.

Three days fuck, he was changing back right now. Like a shot he rushed off the stage, grabbed his clothes from the cubicle and bolted out the back door, setting off the emergency alarm, but not caring. A few guys tried to follow him, to see what was wrong but they couldn’t keep up. Pony wasn’t going to let that happen. Down the back alley of the club, thank god it was after 1 am. There’s still be people on the street, but not as many and most drunk or high. As he ran, and continued to change, Pony tried to fit his clothes back on, but it was too late for that. He was far too big. By the time he reached the corner he was over 6 feet tall and a deep brow, getting blacker. Some how the g-string was still in place. Must have been the elastic on the band. Although the strap between his ass was getting tighter and tighter, beginning to give a rope burn to his ass hole. As he got blacker, turning back into Dexter, the bright white g-string stood out like a spot light on his deep black groin.

Jumping into his car and quickly adjusting the seat, Dex had no doubt that he was his old self as the car started. Readjusting the rear view mirror confirmed that as he caught a glimpse of himself in it. The convertible seemed like such a great idea earlier in the evening. Back to being Dexter. In a convertible for the world to see, driving out of West Hollywood in nothing more than a silver spangled g-string. Heaven to Hell in the short span of 15 minutes.

One of the better things about being a highly paid pro football layer is that your mansion can be filled with expensive knickknacks, bought by an expensive decorator, that can all be destroyed within minutes of entering said mansion. Which is what Dexter Russell did. Before heading up to his bedroom and using more than half of all the drugs that had been left the hours before.

It was only after he slipped into his stoned out state that Dex realized the first thing he did when he got home was to call Pierre over with the rest of the bottle. Screw how much it was going to cost him or that it didn't last the three days. Dex needed that again. After several attempts to dial Pierre’s number, Dex gave up, and passed out. The next few days were spent coming to, loading up on drugs and passing out again.

He was still alone in his house, his destroyed house when he came through. And almost dangerously late for the pre season training exercise day he was obligated to go to. Pulling himself together he got off his seriously unclean bed and dragged himself to the shower. As the warm water hit him, and he tried to soap away the last several days of grime, Dex was overwhelmed with the difference. The last time he was here, he was Pony. With all those muscles, that tight body. Putting his head back under the spray the water hit an almost bare scalp, not the flowing blonde hair. The hard on he started to get was as much from thinking about what he did as Pony, as it was about Pony himself.

Pulling himself together as best he could, Dex got into his convertible and drove into the city to the stadium. On the way, the fresh air sobered himself up some. He was able to start convincing himself that this was the life he was meant to life. Not as some white of all god forsaken things, blonde queer boy. But as a man playing football for a living. Kid across the country dreamed of doing what he did year after year. And it wasn't worth giving up to get his ass fucked.

Things went well for most of the day. While it was called a training session, it was mainly meeting in the morning. Only in the afternoon did they need to suit up for a couple of drills to see what kind of shape they were in.

Dex was sliding back into the routine of his real life when a twitch went off in his head. The smell of the locker room started getting to him. Looking around and seeing all these men stripping down. Different colors and shades but a room full of solid hard men. Men he'd played with for years bending over, pulling jockstraps up their legs. Running a finger around the straps under their ass cheek s to adjust them. Standing out so much clearer on the black players than the others.

Dex tried to shake the feeling, get dressed and get back to work. As grabbed his own jockstrap out of his locker, he felt a familiar pain in his gut. Just like the other evening. Just after Pierre shot him up. Being more prepared for the pain it wasn't as bad as it suddenly shot through him. But Dex's panic was worse. He could already fell himself changing. His back getting more compressed as he shrank down. The changes to his skin. Not the shade yet but the smoothness that came in.

It was happening. Being in a room full of hot naked football payers triggered something that got his change back into Pony . Panicking Dex held onto his jock, grabbed a hoody sweatshirt and ran off to the toilets. Luckily they were far from the main locker room, where even with the tile, if he groaned with pain, no one should be able to hear him. Picking the farthest stall he slammed the door and locked it. At first Dex had to duck down to be lower than the side walls of the stall. But soon the effect of the walls getting higher took over. Only for Dex to realize that it was himself getting shorter. What had been a small confining space was getting bigger. Though not that much wider given the size of Pony’s shoulders. With less pain Dex could almost enjoy the change this time, if it wasn’t for the situation he was in. But seeing his arms balloon up, pecs get heavier and wider, his dick snake down some, grabbing in back of him to feel that big ass of his plump up. And getting off on the feeling of his hands on that ass. The changes were faster this time, Dex had only just shrunk down to Pony’s five foot frame before he flash changed from black to white. A tickle down his back let his know the long blonde hair was in place. Checking himself out as best he could in the small stall, yea he was Pony again. Big dick, solid muscles, and an ass burning hot for cock. That change came quicker too.

Realizing that people might be able to see his feet under the stall, and there was no way the feet of this five foot bodybuilder body were the feet of a pro football player, Dex jumped up on the toilet so no one would see them. He carefully tried to balance himself up there while he worked on his plan to get out and get home. No way that he was going to get out without anyone seeing him. He just had to figure out a way to get out without having to stop and explain what he was doing there.

But the effects of the change, and the reason for the change, were getting stronger and stronger. To some extent he wasn’t Dexter Russell in a jam. He was Pony, a horny queer bottom, standing on the toilet in the locker room of LA’s football team, wearing a grey sweat shirt that fit him like a tent, holding a well used and equally well stained jockstrap in his hand. Pony took a deep breath into the cup of the jock strap. It might have been in some ways his own smell, but it was like the first time he ever enjoyed smelling it this much. That big dick of his grew to it’s max, throwing off his balance some.

Well he would just have to make a break for it. The guys were all out on the field now. They’ll be missing him soon so he had to get out of there before they came back. If he just ran as fast as these muscle bound tiny legs of his could run, snag his keys and didn’t stop till he got to his car…..he just might make it. One last deep breath into the jock and Pony was out the stall door.

A quick peek around the corner to make sure the place was empty. Pony made a dash for Dexter’s locker. Grabbed his keys and his wallet out of his pants that would have been too big to put on. That’s all he really needed but, he had only one used jock strap in his hands. There were so many on the floor. It would only take a second or two to gather a few more. And with 5 in his hands Pony heard the field entrance to the room open.

“Russell’s probably passed out in the…….what the fuck do we have here?!” a voice said.

It was Able Tanner, one of the Defensemen, along with Scott Pines the quarterback and one of the summer security guards. Finding Pony, wearing only a large swat shirt and a hand full of used jockstraps.

“Look guys I’m……” Pony said, again not used to the higher voice his smaller body had. And just what was he going to say? I’m really Hoss?

The men stood there taking the image in, waiting for Pony to complete a sentence he had no completion for.

“You’re what? In a shit load of trouble? Got that right.” The young security guard said. Pony didn’t know this guy. They changed all the time. But the Italian guy looked like he could give some of the players a run for their money in the muscle department. The type of guy that would roll up his short sleeve shirt to show off his guns more.

“Is this one of those stupid fraternity pranks?” Able Tanner asked. The hulking tackle focusing his eyes in on Pony. Dex knew Able. They weren’t exactly friends but they’d hung together on road trips. Done stupid things to the rookies. Except that was when both men were black. And both over 6 feet 6 in height. And both closer to 250 pounds. Only one of them still was.

“This kid ain’t in no frat.” Pines said walking over to Pony. The pretty boy quarterback ran his hand through Pony’s long blonde hair. Dex never gave the just out of college white quarterback that much thought. They lived in two different worlds. But Pony was enjoying the thick mat of reddish brown chest hair. The beard strap without a mustache facial hair. The curly mass of dark red hair cut short on the sides. More of a mop on top. The touch of the hand on his hair started Pony sweating himself.

“I’m….I’mmm…..I’m just a fan you know. I know you’d be here today. Snuck in to see if I could get a few souvenirs that I could..sell on eBay……” Pony said, finding that when he got nervous, his voice could get even higher.

“That why you’re only stealing jock, boy?” Pines said. Dex would have destroyed the man. No white guy EVER was going to call him, boy, and breath a second breath. But Pony, he thought he heard a hint of something in the way the Quarterback was talking to him.

“And what happened to your pants…and your panties, Shorty?” Tanner asked, pulling up the sweatshirt. “Wait you’re in here and Hoss is missing? He didn’t let you in here did he? You know where he is?”

“Yea, yea I came with…..Mr. Russell. I, like, work for him.”

“I bet you do.” Tanner said, looking at Pines as the two men started laughing. “I bet you work your ass of for that man.” He said as they then started braying with laughter. Did these guys…..know?

“I’ll take care of this. You gentlemen can go back to the….” The Security Guard said pulling out his ancient walkie talkie to call for back up.

“No, no wait.” Able said stopping him. “Going to be a while before they miss us. Your boss going to be back soon, boy?”

“You can never tell.” Pony said, knowing the guys would not understand the full extent of his reply.

“Then you can have all the dirty jocks you want, Kid, long as you pay for them?” Tanner said beginning to lower his pants.

Pony made eye contact with the surprised looking Security Guard. “Lock the door.” Was all he said before peeling up his shirt, revealing himself to the three men. “Who’s first?”

As he straddled the bench in front of his and pulled up his sweat shirt to expose his ass, Pony realized how much he was in control of not only Dex, but the room now. Dex would never allow his big fucking secret to get out, never a hint to anyone he played ball with. But Pony had all but just told these guys he was Dex’s whore. And he was willing to get fucked by them as much as he was willing to get fucked by Dex. Pony leaned down till his chest rested on the bench, his ass in the air, his balls swinging free underneath. Looking over his shoulder he saw his former teammates not only undressing, but doing Rock Paper Scissors as to who would get to fuck him first.

From the thickness and the weight of the dick that entered his ass first, Pony was sure it was Tanner that won. But no, turned out to be Pines, who was more than up for some ass fucking. Former frat boy must have still remembered those long night at the frat house. Cause Pony soon learned the guy knew how to fuck an ass. Pony found out it was Pines doing the fucking when Tanner walked in front of him, his big black cock harder than a goal post, and pressed it against Pony’s lips. It never dawned on Dex to suck cock. Like getting fucked, it was something the other guy was supposed to do. Like getting fucked, Pony found he loved it. The feeling of the cock up his ass and the cock in his mouth. Of having both there guys, guys he KNEW even if they didn’t know him, treating him like the muscle fuck toy he had become.

The youth of the guy fucking him started to show when Pony began to get his ass slammed without pity. So far his teeth made a short scrape against the dick in his mouth. Tanned pulled his cock all the way out, a line of saliva going from Pony’s lips to the cockhead.

“No teeth.” Tanner barked, accented with a hard slap to the face. Pony would have explained, or even said he was sorry, but his ass was being pumped too hard and the dick was shoved back in too quick.

For some reason that bit of violence was all that Pines needed to shoot his load deep within Pony’s butt. Didn’t feel quite as good as the night before, but that his ass cherry he gave to Ricky. Wanting to take his place quickly, Tanner pulled out of Pony’s mouth and walked behind him.

“How is it?” Pony could hear Tanner ask Pines

“Unbelievably tight.”

“I’ll fix that.”

And with that Pony learned what happens when a cock too big for someone’s ass goes in anyway. Eyes roll into one’s skull and a groan comes from deep within. A groan that ended with a laugh. Cause as much as it hurt, was as much as he loved it. Tanner started his fuck with the ferocity that Pikes’ ended his with. Dex always considered the Tackles to be more animals that men. He was having that thought proved to him right then and there. It wasn’t pretty but it was quick. With a last slam Tanner filled the rest of Pony’s ass with cum. There was almost a popping noise as he pulled out. A good stream of overloaded cum trickled out from Pony’s ass. That dripping kept going since he was having some trouble working his ass muscles well enough to close it off.

“Take your jocks and get out. Tell your Master he better get his ass on the field before the Coach fucks him over worse than we fucked you.” Pines said throwing a handful of the dropped jocks in Pony’s face. Looking at the shocked security guard Pines snarled. “Make sure he leaves the building.”

Pony knowing he’s better leave then or get into even more trouble fumbled to pull his sweatshirt back on. The keys stayed in place but his wallet dropped out, spilling everywhere. Quickly he grabbed a few of the cards, hoping he got his drivers license even if it was no good to him as Pony. And with the handful of jocks, cause he’d earned them. He gingerly began to walk quickly back to the car park.

The security guard was close behind, not talking. Pony noticed he wasn’t being directed by the guy, but then Pony knew the path out of there. As they got close to the parking garage a few voices could be heard echoing off the walls.

“Hold on, over here.” The guard said from in back of him. He pushed Pony off into a small corner that was blocked by a large garbage container. They stayed there quietly till the voices drifted off, not seeing anyone. Pony went out take a step out when the Guard pushed him back. “Not just yet.”

“Should have asked for some back in the locker room. I would have..”

“Not your ass I want…”

Taking another quick look around the Guard got on his knees, lifted Pony’s sweatshirt to expose his long dripping cock and began licking it.

“That ass and this cock……no wonder you make your living off of them.” He said as his hand reached up, grabbed onto the growing cock and took it within his own lips.

As insane as it was that his two teammates had just fucked him raw, Pony was beyond heaven as his cock, for once, got the attention a cock that sized deserved. Whoever this kid was, he was good. The thick pink cock started off fairly soft, but soon had most of Pony’s blood supply rushing through it. The Italian guard had to adjust his style a little to accommodate the growing snake down his through, but he never lost his rhythm. A had went behind Pony and started fingering his tender hole. Gently, but enough that an ass hound like him world get the pleasure out of it. One of Pony’s own hands went under his shirt and started tweaking his nipples. They were hard and sweaty too. The other hand rested on top of the Security guards head. Running his fingers through the gelled black curly hair. Pony was just taking a sniff of his fingers to take the aroma all if when the Guard pressed something around Pony’s ass. Didn’t know what hit him as the gushing of cum shot out of Pony’s dick uncontrollably. He gagged a couple of times but the guard was able to take it all in. Slowly he pulled his mouth off of Pony’s cock. Pony seeing his own dick appearing before him from out of the two lips. Astounded that anyone could take the whole thing in and not choke. As the guard stood up, before getting to his full height, he leaned in and kissed Pony. Pony could taste his own cum on the guy’s lips.

“You only for pay? You ever..?”

“Give me your number..”

The men quickly got themselves together. A note with a number was passed. And Pony was out of there, running to Dex’s car and off the lot quick enough to make his tires squeal.

Driving home Pony found he was feeling higher than Dex ever felt on any of the drugs he ever took. Getting fucked, getting sucked. It was just like the other night. Just what he always wanted. He kept checking himself but there was no changing back yet. Pony thought maybe getting his own rocks off was the trigger but it had been 20 minutes and he was still pink and pumped. He couldn’t JUST go home. He had to do something to take care of the itching and emptiness that was creeping back into his ass.

Pressing a button on the dashboard Pony yelled “Pierre!!”

After the automatic phone system did it’s thing, Pony could hear the call being connected. “Dexter, my man, thought I’d hear from you sooner…”

“I NEED THAT WHOLE BOTTLE PIERRE!!”

“Who is…wait..is that you Dex? You still the little guy.” Pierre said starting to laugh. “Oh shit man I thought you’d have turned back by now!!”

“I did!! First night. But I just changed again while at training camp. I need that bottle Pierre. Going to be home in an hour….wait, make that an hour and a half. MEET ME THERE!!!” Pony yelled, seeing something off the highway that he was going to make a quick stop for, even if he wasn’t wearing any thing other than an oversized sweatshirt.

“Be there when I be there.” Pierre said hanging up.

Pony sped the car off the highway and down a street to a sign he saw. One of the many tourist trap porno stores that The ache in his ass was getting too strong. He knew they’d have something to take care of that. He parked his car almost in front of the main entrance. So quickly he almost drove through the main entrance. Storming into the store, shocking the people inside he saw them. A line up of dildos in sizes that made them look like Frankenstein would have had a hand in creating them. Grabbing the biggest he got to the counter.

“You can’t come in here like…” the old man behind the counter said.

“College prank, just ring me up!!” Pony shouted.

“I can’t just..”

“Ring me up!! Here!!” Pony shouted tossing the credit cards he had picked up back at the locker room and tossing them at the guy. “Use one, I don’t care!!”

And with that Pony was out of the store, package dildo on the car seat next to him, driving just as insane as before. Once back at his mansion, or at least Dex’s mansion, Pony didn’t even waste time heading up to the bedroom. It was too filthy after his drug fueled stay anyway. The Living room area was the place to try out his purchase. With it’s giant leather chairs and couch. Never used them anyway, the over stuffed furniture and no TV in the room was the Designer’s idea anyway.

Ripping open the package on the way into the room, Pony all but bounced onto the, now to him, giant sofa. Because of his size the Designer talked Dex into getting these extra large super sized pieces of furniture. The 5 foot nothing Pony sitting on them looked like an overly muscular child. The feeling of the expensive leather against his ass was almost enough to get him to blow his load right then. Pulling up the huge sweat shirt he noticed a major wet stain where the bottom part and been resting against his dick on the drive home. Had the same yet fresher smell that all the jocks he grabbed from the locker room had.

Leaning back into the sofa Pony reached down and started playing with his asshole. It was fairly moist too, but that could have just still been runoff from the fucking he’d gotten less than an hour ago. It wasn’t easy reaching that area of his buff body. His arms were bigger, his muscles got in the way, and all that with shorter arms. But his butt hole was demanding attention. A couple of well-aimed spits on the head of the dildo he bought and it was pressing up against his hole. A little pressure push and the head was in. After that, it was like his asshole was the Security Guard’s lips, sucking the rubber dick into himself. Thank god it had a big pair of fake balls at the end to keep it from going all the way up his butt.

Pony hit the spot and the world went blank. Nothing but ecstasy that the drugs could never come close to duplicating. With his other free hand he started playing with his nipples. Still noting near his usual timber but a groan came out of his mouth that was as deep as it could get.

His monster dick hadn’t been waiting for some attention during this time. Almost at full mast, the way Pony was sitting on the couch, had he been less muscle bound he might have been able to get the head in his mouth. As it was, taking his hand away from his nipple, he could rub it between the valley of his pecs. As much as Pony’s attention had always been on his ass up till then, seeing the big pink snake getting bigger and bigger made him think that maybe he should pay more attention to what was far from the smallest muscle on this compact bodybuilder’s body. When he changed back into Pony, so came the dick hair again. The little patch of curly dark blond hair just right above his dick. It was matted down some by the drips of precum dribbling out of his dick, but running a finger thought it had the right effect.

Feeling it getting there, Pony started vigorously pumping his ass with one hand and pumping his dick with the other. It was then he noticed he could get more of a grip on the fake dick up his ass than he could his real dick with those smaller hands of his. His ass twinged one last time, his dick twitched and a shot of his own hot cum hit his chest. Enough was coming out that Pony could aim his dick up for the last few spurts so it hit his open mouth and was quickly swallowed.

Exhausted from the afternoon, not to forget the morning’s workout as Dex, Pony pulled the rubber dick out of his ass and laid down on the couch. His breathing was going down and a flow of relaxation went through him. At least, at first he though he was just relaxing. That was till he had to adjust himself on the couch, it was feeling different. Looking down Pony saw the deep brown tones of Dex returning, The legs getting less muscular but longer. The chest deflating. No,no nonono. He couldn’t do without being Pony so quickly!!! What was the trigger and why wasn’t it lasting longer. If he could at least be Pony long enough to……get bored with it, get used to it, learn to relax about fucking with guys maybe he could carry that over into his ‘real’ life. But these short stays as the blonde guy just left him feeling empty like Pony’s ass without a dick in it.

Transforming back was even more of a strain on Dex. He didn’t even have the strength to pull himself together when he heard someone walking though his house. Barely able to move his had over to see Pierre come into view, and see him. A sly smile braking out on is face.

“Well look who’s back. Guess the change didn’t last that long.”

“Both times I changed, didn’t last longer than a few hours. You said three days, Pierre!”

“How the fuck am I suppose to know. That’s what they told me. Like I said, stuff stolen and going bad. Maybe all it’s got left is short changes. You not interested.” Pierre said taking the familiar bottle out and holding it in front of Dex.

Dex tried to reach out to grab the bottle, but being so tired, Pierre didn’t even have to quickly hold the bottle out of the way to make Dex’s attempt futile.

“Like I said, first shot was free. The bottle is 20 grand.”

“20 GRAND ARE YOU……..fine, fine. You’ll get the money this weekend.” Dex said reaching out.

“Then you’ll get your bottle this weekend.” Pierre said turning as if to walk away. “If someone else hasn’t bought it by then.”

“No, come….fuck you!!! Come on Pierre you know I’m good for it. You’ve never asked for money in advance before!!!” Dex said all but pleading.

“Never had so much to see you at once. Never had something you want this bad before.” Pierre said turning back, still smiling.

“Pierre, please, Come on. I’ll get you the money. 20 grand is easy but I have to get it from my money people and it can take a few days. BUT I HAVE THE MONEY. Now come on.”

“Hows ‘bout I leave the bottle for you, if you give me what I wanted the other night? You think you can give up for ass for a bottle of blonde boy?” Pierre said beginning to up do his belt.

‘To fuck Pony? Sure, shoot me up. If I can have my teammates gang fuck me, he’ll do you too?” Dex said getting almost giddy at the thought that he’d now have the bottle. It was in reach and Pony would take care of the down payment.

“Pony? You gave the other you an other name? Pony? Cute. But no. Not talking about Pony. I’m talking about Hoss. About the man himself.” Pierre said running his hand up Dex’s leg. “I fuck you, you get the bottle, and the payment goes to 30 grand for making me wait till the weekend. I’d say ‘You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want’…but I don’t really want your ass that much. I just know I can take it.”

There was nothing Dex could do. He needed that bottle more than he needed anything else on the planet. Without a word he forced himself up so he could face the couch to take it from behind.

“Not so fast.” Pierre said pushing the large black man back down. “I want to see your face, and I want you to see mine.”

Laying back down on the couch Dex took the position he’d taken just a while before when he played with the dildo. Except this time when he hung his legs off the end of the couch they touched the floor. Pony’s didn’t reach. Seeing the Pierre was wasting no time he inched himself forward some, getting his ass nearer the end of the couch, lifted his legs up and, after a moments pause, spread them out so his asshole was set.

Pierre didn’t get fully undressed, just hiked down his pants and pulled out his dick. Pierre was a warmer brown that Dex’s dark black, but his dick was as dark as Dex’s. Longer too. Not thick, but long. The tip already almost purple with swelling.

“Ain’t no one’s ever fucked the man before, right? Not a lot of guys can get fucked for the first time TWICE in a week. Once as a blonde muscle twink, and once as a pro football player. Just goes to show how much of a bitch you both are.” Pierre said slamming his dick into Dex’s ass.

No mercy. This was Pierre taking out years of attitude and grief from Dex, and paying it back. Forcing his dick into the large black man’s ass so hard even the giant leather couch made a few moves backwards. The smile on Pierre as he bit down on his lower lip in concentration.

Dex was trying to concentrate too. It…it wasn’t the same. The electricity, the sparks, the urge that he got when Pony was fucked just wasn’t there. It wasn’t the same. Maybe his as was larger and Pierre’s dick was smaller? No that wasn’t even it. That guy the first night, the Asian guy Ricky, he fucked Pony pretty hard the first time. That was what made Pony know he was going to be bottoming all night long if possible. Dex closed his eyes and leaned his head back trying to draw on the fucks that Pony had gotten. But even with Pierre’s 6 pack slamming into his balls, all Dex could think about was how tired his legs were getting holding them up in the air.

Pierre started slowing down, making Dex think he was going to be done soon. Not surprised at how quickly Pierre would shoot his load. Dex’s eyes sprung open when a sharp sting hit one of his ass cheeks. What he saw was Pierre still fucking him, but with an empty hypo needle in one hand, and the bottle, now also empty in the other. He had just injected Dex with the entire bottle’s worth of fluid.

“Let’s see if the little guy is going to any better of a fuck than the so called Man.” And with that Pierre threw the empty bottle against the living room wall, shattering it to pieces.

Maybe it was the extra fluid that was flowing through his body but this time, the change was worse than even the first time. Muscles spasms erupted through his body. Bones readjusted to the point that Dex felt they might shatter. He could see his legs and arms burst with muscles, clam down and then burst with a second spurt. He wasn’t sure if his dick was growing bigger this time or if it was just getting hard as it grew bigger.

Down and down Dex went. The room got bigger. Pierre got bigger. And so did Pierre’s dick inside his as get bigger. He was latterly shrinking around Pierre’s dick in his ass. Dex let out a gasp as his asshole tightened and tightened ever smaller around his drug pusher’s cock. Dex then let out a moan that didn’t go down in timber, but up, from a moan to a squeal. He could feel Pierre’s dickhead moving higher and higher into him, with Pierre having to do any pumping. There was just less room for his dick inside of him now.

His smaller hands had trouble holding up his thicker muscle bound legs. Pierre helped with that by grabbing both Dex’s…well now Pony’s, more than ever, legs and once again went to town fucking his ass.

The gasp Dex let out that time was higher and softer than before. It also betrayed a measure of pleasure he was ashamed to feel.

“There we are. Blonde white boy who loves to get fucked. That’s what you are, aren’t you. Not only a phony ass street tough, not even a real black man. Just a white boy who loves cock. This is who you’ve always really been.”

“No it’s just the…” but Pony couldn’t finish. The fucking that meant nothing to Dex was overwhelming his stocky but small body. Legs in the air, forcibly fucked without care of his part of the proceedings. His big pink dick shot one load. Pony could see his balls still close up o his body, he might blow another in minute.

Pony was barely conscious when he felt Pierre shoot inside of him. He knew his legs were being pulled apart like Pierre was making a wish. He could feel Pierre’s dick hair pressed up against his balls as his fucker pulled him in close.

Pony was trying to gather some strength so he could kick the guy out of his house, when he felt yet another sting to his ass. Shocked he looked up to see Pierre discarding yet another hypo.

“Not more juice, boy. Just something to keep you quite till we get to your new home. Night, bitch.”

As Pony went under the last thing he could remember thinking, or feeling was more like it, was Pierre’s dick sliding out of his ass.

What happened next was a blur to Pony, a long extended blur. Was it days? No it had to be just hours. Maybe it was days. He remembered being moved, driven, probably Pierre driving him somewhere. People talking. Being thrown on a bed and more people talking.

Every one in a while he’d start to come to, but then he’d just get stuck again and go under. He didn’t dream while he was out but things, impressions kept coming to him. He knew, oh there was no mistaking that, he knew when he was getting fucked. And people were fucking him a lot. That was when the smoke in his head would clear up some but not enough to become completely awake.

Maybe it was days later that when he started feeling more awake, he wasn’t put out again,. Pony kept on felling like he was being allowed to come too. His eye were focusing more on this. Able to see face and even start getting them into focus. Not just hearing the mumblings from far off, but knowing there were voices next to him, maybe even able to pick up a word or two if he was able to concentrate long enough. Which was another sign he was getting out of the fog, he was concentrating again.

His head became clear enough that Pony cold almost make out the face of the person who came across the room. It got real close to Pony’s, and the voice was clearer too. Some how familiar. Pony could see enough to know the face wasn’t Pierre’s, it was too light skinned. Then the voice stated coming in clearer, like a radio that suddenly got tuned in right.

“Pony….Pony can you hear me yet.” The voice said. “Do you remember me?”

Pony did everything he could to adjust his eyes and try to focus. Slowly the face came into view.

“Are you…Ricky, from the other night?”

It was Ricky, the guy he’d hooked up with at the club the very first time he’d changed into Pony. Cute Asian Ricky who took his ass cherry. He looked like hell. Like he hadn’t sleep in weeks. His hair had grown out some, no longer the good looking shaved head. If someone could look good after being hit by a truck, they might look like Ricky when Pony finally focused completely on the Asian man’s face.

“Thank god…..” Ricky whispered. “They’ve been keeping you so drugged up the last few weeks I thought there might be some brain damage. Are you feeling alright we…”

“Weeks?” Pony said. His mouth was dry, hard to talk.

“Come on Pony I need you more awake than this. I know it’s hard. We’ve been here for weeks. You, me and a couple of other guys. Some guy named Pierre and a guy I know Billy. It’s like some male whore house prison. Me and the other guys get to move around some but they’ve been keeping you drugged out. I think so they could sell your ass as much as they wanted.”

That all started to make sense with the few glimpses of memory Pony had. He knew he had been fucked with a lot. Knew he had been moved around. Kept in dark rooms. But the time frame? Weeks? And he was still Pony? There was none of the green liquid that Pierre shot him up with left to change him back had he switched to Dex again.

“Can you move, can you get up? I’ve been trying to take care of you. Make sure they feed you. Been bathing you. Hope you don’t mind that. When I saw you here my heart just burst and dropped at the same time. Seeing you again. But knowing yo9u were stuck like I was.”

“Yea…that was really nice. But…wait. Where’s Pierre. Got to talk to him. I can get him his money…”Pony said trying to move off the bed.

“You don’t understand, this is it!! They….they’ve found…buyers for us. These guys, they’re going to do something to us. I saw them do it to the other two guys who were here. They’ve got this stuff. They injected it into the other guys and they changed.”

“Know the stuff. Greenish blue liquid…”

“No man. This stuff was black. Like oil or tar. You’re not going to believe me, but it turned these two guys into…like muscled up Arab guys. They went from normal Latino studs into these mega middle east monsters. I saw it!! And afterwards, I don’t think there was anything left of the real guys. They didn’t talk, they acted like they had no minds, it was…”

There was a noise across the room, a door was being unlocked. With his eyes still sensitive to light Pony couldn’t make out who entered at first.

“Is he awake?” He could hear Pierre’s unmistakable voice say. “Don’t want him too awake but I want him to know what’s going to happen.”

“Pierre you fucking…”

“Aww, little Pony thinks he still a big man. Your boyfriend here been filling you in? He’s been quite devoted to you over the last few weeks. Too bad neither one of you will remember that. This here?” Pierre said indicating to the bottle he had “This is the next level of the stuff you’re already on. No coming back from this since there’s nothing left to come back to. Got a couple of Arab business men downstairs wanting a couple of Arab muscles boys to take home with them. They’re don’t want real true Arab men for what they have in mind, but will settle for a couple of mind whipped muscle bound studs who look like the next best thing. Hope you don’t mind being converted to Muslim. ”

“Jez, stop taunting the guy like you’re some Bond villain and do it. Customer’s are waiting.” Pony heard a voice say room in back of Pierre. Looking around his keeper Pony saw actor Billy Eden standing in the room. Ricky backing away from the actor like he was afraid of him for some reason.

In his weakened state Pony shouldn’t have been able to do anything. Instead, it allowed him to draw on years of being a pro football player, used to taking guys down. Like a shot he was off the bed, past Ricky and tackling Pierre. His tormentor’s surprised look on his face was noting when Pony locked his hand together and belted Pierre across the face so hard the crack form his nose echoed around the room. Using Pierre’s gut at a trampoline made sure that the wind was knocked out of him enough that Pony cold move onto the equally chocked actor Billy Eden. Years of having stunt doubles do all the hard work for him left the actor completely at the will of the crazed small bodybuilder. It took even less work to get the actor out of the way than it did Pierre.

Pony was going to turn to Ricky and tell him they were leaving. Instead he found Ricky on the floor, the bottle of black liquid in his hands, riffling through Pierre’s pockets.

“What are you doing” Pony asked. “Leave that shit alone. We’ve got to go before they wake up.”

“And when they wake up, what do they do? Come after us. I know too much about Billy and his boys for him to ever not stop. And this Pierre guy. Don’t know what you did to him but….. No, this ends here and now.” Ricky said finding the needle Pierre had planned to use on them. Within seconds he’d filled it with the black stuff, flipped the coming too Pierre on his belly and stuck him in the ass with it. “Customers are waiting.”

The scream that Pierre let out was loud enough to start bringing Billy Eden too. Not that it mattered as Ricky injected his ass next.

Having been on the other side of the transformation a few times, Pony thought he knew what was coming. He didn’t. This was different stuff. The changes came violently to the two men. Agony beyond belief. Both men came too enough to maybe figure out what had happened, but we soon engulfed in pain and change.

Bodies erupted with muscles, beyond what Pony had gained. They didn’t have time to take their clothes off like he did. Pierre’s pants shredded as his muscle bound legs ballooned. The stretched out longer, feet getting bigger. Billy Eden’s got it worse when his chest expended,. The small shirt he was wearing began to choke him at the neck where it was buttoned. A grip with a hand that was now bigger than his hear tore the shirt off. Exposing huge pecs, round perfect shoulders, all beginning to get covered in black body hair.

“I told you….I told you…” Ricky whispered as the two men stood in amazement.

For an instant the black man who was turning into the Arab muscle monster made eye contact with Pony. And in that instant all recognition faded into noting. Eyes that went from knowing who he was looking at and understanding what he happened, to a complete and total blank.

While the men changed from their original bodies, having been injected by the same liquid meant they were becoming almost twins. At least close enough to be brothers. The same face came out, longer noses, squarer chins. The short curly afro hair Pierre ported, and the heavily product brown hair with fake blonde highlights the actor had become black, almost blue black and thick. Thick stubble broke out on tier faces. Eyebrows got thicker, cheekbones more pronounced.

The huge men ripped off the rest of their clothing as their skin changed. Meeting in the middle between Pierre’s dark brown and Eden’s light pink to a healthy Arab grayish brown tone. It brought even more definition to their muscles. Legs thick with knots. Arms bigger than anything Pony had seen back in his says with the NFL. Asses like shelves coming off their backsides. Cocks that made Pony look like an average guy. Long and thick. Hanging off their groins so heavy you’d think they might tear off from all the weight. The very top of the shaft hidden under a forest of black curly hair that sprouted out all over the body. From the neck down there was more hair showing that flesh. Swirling so thick and deep black you couldn’t even see the men’s nipples.

Not that either of the two muscle men needed to see the other’s nipple to find it. The man who had been Pierre quickly attacked the other’s chest, lapping onto his nipple like a calf would its Mother’s teat. The other reaching down, with his friend so close now, and grabbing the big dark gray dick that was beginning to swell. Both men not caring about the other. Only acknowledging them enough to make it clear they were the other’s fuck toy. Noting said, just the beginning of animal sex by two roided out gym gods. By the time they made it too the bed and all but fighting over who would fuck the other first, it was even hard to tell which one had been Pierre and which hand been Eden.

Pony and Ricky made a quick search of the room., Finding a big suitcase full of money, probably the down payment on the two men they’d left fucking. Some clothes that actually fit. Pony amazed at the feeling of wearing clothes for his short body for the first time.

Ready to leave the two men went back to the hallway, thinking they’d just run out of the place. Only to be met by their former potential buyers. The large Arab business men with their bodyguards stood eyeing the two smaller men. The men were in their late 50’s, heavy set with neatly trimmed grey goatees. The large flowing white robes they wore cold not cover their obvious girth. The two body guards eyed Pony and Ricky with caution while the two business men eyed them as if a purchase might still be in the works.

“Right in there.” Ricky said pointing to the bedroom where they’d left the new versions of Pierre and Billy Eden fucking.

As the group of men adjusted their attention to the animal groans coming form the room, Pony and Ricky made their quick escape.

Not knowing where they were, what had really happened, what they were going to do. Except be free.

 

Months later Pony arrived back at his small apartment. It was his usual time of getting home after a shift stripping at one of Vegas’ bigger all male entertainment houses. He wasn’t selling his ass, just shaking it for the boys. Without any real history, it was all he could get. No going back to being Dex. His money was locked up in the missing person’s investigation. Not that he ever thought he could get any of it back anyway.

Not that he really needed it anyway. He and Ricky had made off with several hundred thousand. They were spending it carefully. If there was ever anyplace on the face of the Earth to work that large a sum of potentially questionable money back into the economy, it was Vegas.

And not that he had lost anything he was really using anyway. The fame and fortune was going to waste. The football career was going to be over one day anyway. Now, in many ways, he still had the fans. Still had the attention he wanted. But he also had something…. Someone he’d always wanted.

“Things go OK at the club tonight?” Ricky asked form their small cloth-covered couch. He would get off earlier than Pony from his stripping job at a different hotel. One that liked his more exotic look as opposed to Pony’s persona of the all American blonde.

“Kind of scary for a minute. Here, I got an extra copy from the photographer.” Pony said handing his lover a small snap shot. “Guess who came in and paid extra to have their picture taken with all the boys.”

Ricky’s eyes took a minute to adjust in the room only lit by the TV set. In the photo he could see Pony and the guy’s he worked with, the other strippers. In the middle of the shot, two older looking Arab gentlemen with two huge Arab muscle beasts attentively standing behind them. They looked well taken care of and well groomed. A lot of money was being spent on these two.

“You’re shitting me. Any……”

“Didn’t know me for the world. Still as dead behind the eyes as when we left them.” Pony said stripping down to nothing. Ricky had mentioned to his lover more than a few times that he was the only man on Earth who would work 12 hour shifts in nothing more than a red, white and blue thong and maybe some glitter and STILL be more dressed than he normally was around his apartment.

“Maybe we’re really free?”

“Maybe we can at least stop looking over our shoulders.” Pony said laying down, resting his head in Ricky’s lap. Adjusting his ear to it rested on Ricky’s dick better than it was.

They silently watched the morning news for a few minutes before heading off to their bed. The stories of missing movie star Billy Eden and pro football player Dexter Russell barely made a mention anymore. Big news weeks ago. Both high profile men missing at almost the same time. Eden without a trace. Dexter Russell’s house found in shambles by his staff when they returned to work. His disappearing from training camp. An odd bit of film from a parking garage camera that appeared, but wasn’t verified, to be Russell running al but naked to his car in the middle of the night. Pony had never told Ricky who he really was. It had been months, he wasn’t changing back. Dexter Russell was considered dead by the world and Pony was more than happy to let them. He was having too much fun living.

“Ever notice how some people can disappear and no one ever notices. Yet others go and even with the world looking for them, they still can’t be found.” Ricky asked running his fingers thought Pony’s long blonde hair.

“Maybe this guy…maybe this guy is in his new apartment, laying down on the couch, his head resting in his boyfriend’s lap, not caring if the world is even looking for him.”

“You are such the total blonde.” Ricky said lowering his head down for a kiss.

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