“Listen, we’re gonna hash this out right here and now. Tonight, buddy. You seem to think I owe something to you because we used to be friends or whatever. I don’t owe it to you to hang out or even have this conversation, really.”
“Just take me back. This is crazy. You don’t act anywhere near normal when you’re high on this stuff.”
“It’s not being high. This is normal. You just don’t realize it because you’ve never tried it.”
Jared was high on 12-Hour Masculinity all the time now. It was legal to buy inhalers like that in Colorado now, which was crazy to me. We’d been almost best friends, and he was usually into musicals, gaming and gaymer guys. We’d even gotten into the furry thing for a while. But now he was huffing that stuff every weekend just so he could live his jocked out fantasies. That his family obviously preferred it when he got this way and even loaned him the truck just made it worse.
I mean, we couldn’t stand those types of guys. He’d sworn it was a one-time deal, but it had become a way of life. It was like I’d lost my best friend and while he did look good, it was like he had turned against everything we had stood for. He hung out with everyone but me now. He’d even snickered at me in school and tries to act like we never really were friends at all now, even when he isn’t hulked out from it. He huffs it all weekend and runs around high as a kite on it.
Technically, it muscles up your body, makes you more masculine in every way, even in the way you think. He really did look great on it, but acted like I didn’t even exist, and wasn’t about to share his buff jock body with me in bed, not even once. Mostly, he just ignored me whenever he took it, like I was no longer good enough. It had totally messed up our friendship, as even when he wasn’t on it, he didn’t have time for me now.
“I prefer the old Jared. He at least had the courage to be himself. He was at least nice.”
“That’s not true. If you did, you wouldn’t get your undies in a bundle every time I walk past you in the hallway. There’s plenty of other guys you could hang out with. It’s like you’re obsessed with me.”
“You’re such a dick, man. Why do you have to be such a dick now?”
“Because you like it. You want me to take you back? Or were you hoping I’d finally let you suck this jock dick of mine?”
“Would you let me? You act like I don’t even exist these days.”
“Why would you want to suck it if you prefer the old Jared? Why are you hanging out with me now if I’m such a dick? Or do you want to suck a dick?”
“Of course I would, but you probably wouldn’t let me.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t. You’re not my type.”
“See, man! I told you! It’s like you’re just this completely different person when you’re on this stuff, and a total prick. It’s like you enjoy bullying and teasing people now.”
“Then why do you want to be around me? You don’t respect who I am, either.”
“It’s not healthy to be huffing that all the time. Just because you jock out on it doesn’t make you better than me or anyone else. You may think you’re living the life, driving around almost buck naked, high on your own body, but it’s ridiculous. You can’t see that?”
“It’s FDA-approved. Go hang out with someone else, then.”
“No, I want you to just get off it and be the person you were before you started it.”
“No. How about this, I take you home and you find other friends. That work for you?”
“Come on, man. You’re such a jerk on this stuff. You can’t see that?”
“Nope, I really can’t. How about you try it one time? You’re obviously curious.”
“I will never do that stuff.”
“Oh really? Now you’ve got me curious. I don’t think you really deserve it but it’s a Friday night. How about you take a huff right now? I can take you back later.”
“Nah, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You just need to stop doing it.”
“You’ve called me a jerk how many times tonight? I’ll show you what a jerk does. A jerk forces a whiny little bitch like you to man up. How do you like this? Yeah, this feel good?”
“Get off me!” I was shouting. Jared had moved fast and already had me a headlock, but just as I was shouting “stop” he pushed his inhaler right in my mouth and pulled the trigger.
It smelled of acrid grapes and tasted sharp. I tried to cough it right out of my lungs but he’d dosed me fully. It worked fast. I felt the sharp pain of my feet swelling four or five sizes, my toes splitting right out of the toe boxes of my shoes, which were totally ruined. My jeans, too, split at the seams to accommodate my hulking thighs and were riding up my increasingly hairy calves. I couldn’t see all this at the time, of course. All I could do was howl and scream over how this jerk had given me his junkie inhaler and forced this on me out here on the roadside in the dark, of all places. I was furious that I couldn’t at least have a mirror to witness this with. I was pissed that it had been forced. Jared was laughing at me. Admittedly, I was also somewhat excited that it had come to this. After all, I had been curious. Part of me was furious, and part of me was thinking this was all my fault anyhow and exciting turn of events. I mean, my cock had grown long and hard already. I knew that often happened, too, but I hadn’t expected how rapidly this would all transform my mindset. I wanted to tackle Jared, I realized, even as my shirt, which had split under the arms, was tight up against my neck.
“Lick my foot, you little bitch,” Jared ordered me then. “Or should I call you a jock bitch now? Looking like a stud now. Damn, you got big.”
Surprisingly, as much as I wanted to jump on him and tackle him with this unwieldy, bulky new body, some twisted new part of my mind wanted to call his dare. So I did, dragging myself up to him and licking my broad tongue – even my tongue felt bigger – against the sandy sole of his foot. I licked it three times, looking up sternly and silently at his glittering eyes. This was really exciting him, and I was totally hard.
Then I did tackle him, even as he started helping me out of my shirt, grabbing it by the crew neck and ripping it open. It was so shredded already that Jared was enjoying ripping it apart and getting his hands all over my broad, thick pecs as I worked to free myself from it. Then we were looking at each other, my hands on his jaw, breathing heatedly. Overcome with lust and passion, I plunged my tongue into his mouth as he started moaning, taking dominance of the guy who did this to me, dominating the guy who had been dominating me around town for months. It felt so fucking good, and my pelvis was grinding up against his knee and thick thigh so my cock could get some friction. It all felt out of control and I had no clue what I was going to do next, just this desire to pin him to the ground and play with him at the same time, and when I pushed him too hard and he fought back, making me reach back with an arm against the ground for support, it excited me too. I wanted every challenge this jerk could throw at me, confident I could take him on and take his cock or whatever wild idea crossed my mind, or his mind. I wanted it all. I couldn’t believe I had never tried huffing this stuff before. I knew already that there was no way this would be the last time I did it.
“You like what you did to me?” I growled at him. “You like this, fuckboy?” I said, licking Jared’s neck and breathing heavy against it. “This was what you wanted, huh?”
“Fuck yeah,” Jared said. “You’re so much better like this, you little bitch. But I know there’s still a little bitch inside you, isn’t there? You want me to bitch you out, huh? Maybe take your ass all night?”
That got me heated and I could swear I felt a heartbeat throb deep in my ass right then. “Fuck you,” I growled at him, trying to take off my shoes as they were really cutting into my feet. “You’ll have to wrestle me for it,” I answered, excited at the thought.
“You’re way better as a jock stud,” Jared said. “Maybe we can hang out after all from now on. Get in the truck, you bitch. We’re going to my place.”
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