Ethan found his body drawing closer to the massive figure, and squeezed into the booth with him, Avery still screaming across from them. The man shoved his face into Ethan’s personal space and started snorting, and came up for air, “Not bad, actually–good thing I always come prepared, right, boy?”
From the pocket, he withdrew a second crystal–still pink, but with darker striations running through it. He made Ethan take off his shirt, and then pulled him close, the crystal pressed to his breast, “Now, give me a kiss boy, eh?”
He fought harder than he ever had in his life, but he leaned in and allowed the massive farmer to shove his thick tongue in his mouth, as he pressed the crystal through his skin, Ethan feeling the same searing pain as his brother, screaming into the fat man’s snorting mouth. He pulled away a moment, and said, “You won’t remember much, but you will remember this–in one week, you and only you, come find me here. Understand?”
***
The brothers woke up the next morning in a ditch, both of them shirtless, on the far south side of town. Neither of them could remember what had happened the night before, at The Watering Hole, but neither one of them could imagine it having been a good experience. Ethan was furious at his brother for convincing him to do something so stupid, and Avery was apologetic for once. The first half of the morning they spent walking back into town to their car, and by the time they got there, both of them were utterly famished. They went back to their dorm room for new shirts, and then went to the dining hall, where both brothers found themselves going back for second and third helpings of heaping plates–far more than either of them would have ever eaten previously, but neither of them could quite work up the will to stop. When they finished, they both swore up and down that they’d never eat like that again, but a few hours later the grumbling had begun, and they devoured just as much for dinner that evening.
The next week, they did their best to get back into the swing of their classes, but neither of them found it easy to focus on their studies. Ethan in particular was having issues–normally he was fairly calm and collected, but in the days after their trip to The Watering Hole, he found himself becoming irritable and even aggressive–not to mention the fact that he was horny all the time, suddenly. At first he thought it was just blue balls, but women…didn’t interest him much, for some reason, so he ended up just masturbating seven or eight times a day, trying not to think about how his cock seemed to be getting longer, his balls bigger, his bush thicker.
Avery, on the other hand, found his sexual interest dropping like a stone. Well, that wasn’t quite true, it was just that his cock just…didn’t seem very interested in getting hard for much of anything at all. He was still horny, however, and it was becoming…difficult to deal with. He found that eating helped keep the edge off more than anything else, and so he would often hang around the dining hall even after Ethan had retired, still stuffing his face, trying to fill some…hole in him he couldn’t quite identify. Each day, he’d stare at himself in the mirror, in clothes that now hugged his frame tight, looking at his growing gut, his thick thighs and ass, and promise himself he’d stop, but he couldn’t. And things only seemed to get stranger.
The weight gain only sped up. The two brothers were being openly gawked at and mocked as they crossed campus–Ethan usually shouting back angrily while Avery just hurried along faster, blushing. His beard fell out over the course of a day, emphasizing his second chins and puffy face, his body hair thinning as well, leaving him with a slight treasure trail and a tight bush around his cock and balls, both of which seemed…smaller than they had been. While he’d been losing hair, Ethan had been gaining everything he’d lost, and more, with a full beard appearing all over his face in the course of a night, along with enough hair to cover his front and back. It was…odd hair too, almost bristly to the touch. They tried to talk about the changes, but neither of them could say much of substance–while each of them was disgusted and repulsed by their new bodies, they also felt…normal, somehow. They knew they should be different, but were at a loss of imagination as to what they might be instead. Instead, Avery found himself hoarding his brother’s cumrags, sniffing them, desperate for some form of sexual satisfaction, while Ethan kept catching an odd, urgent whiff of something around his brother, a smell which made him both uneasy and incredibly horny. Come Saturday, he knew he had to get out for a bit, by himself. Pulling on his biggest clothes, which now barely fit him, he told Avery he’d be back later, took the car, and went for a drive, his body on autopilot, taking him back to The Watering Hole.
The farmer was there in his booth, waiting. Ethan didn’t know how he knew the man…but he did. He waddled over and the smell of him, the sense of need suffused his mind, and he grunted and snorted, close to cumming in his pants. “There ya are,” the farmer said, “Have a seat, and try not to cum yet, if you can help it.”
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