Muscle Pops
“MUSCLE POPS!” Alex declared as he slammed the box of popsicle sticks onto the backyard table.
Cole and Matt stared at him a bit confused. They looked like standard popsicle sticks, but Alex had been ranting and raving about them all week. “What about them?” Cole finally asked.
“You just have to try them,” Alex said excitedly as he opened the box. He’d passed a white cherry one to Cole and a blue raspberry one to Matt while taking a strawberry for himself.
Cole stared at it. A sugary treat wasn’t exactly on his meal plan for the day. The hotdogs, hamburgers and other snacky type food was already bad enough. ‘What’s one more thing?’ he thought, already knowing full well that today would be a cheat day. He stuck the popsicle into his mouth and was surprised by the sweet flavor. Even if he’d been tracking his calories and avoiding sweet treats, this had activated nearly every neuron in his brain.
“See?” Alex grinned wider with a bit of red juice running down his cheeks. “Now for the better part.”
“Better part?” Cole asked. He paused, staring at his friend a little closer. Something about Alex looked different. The lean soccer player looked to have put on just a little bit more bulk. His shirt clung a little bit tighter around the chest and his sleeves were filled out more. Each movement it looked like his bicep had bulged just a little bit more.
Alex belted out a laugh.
“C-Cole?” Matt stammered. “Your beard. It’s thicker.”
Cole brought his hand to his face to feel the thicker hair across his face. Then looked at Matt. His eyes went wide. “Matt… You’ve got a beard too…”
“WHAT?!” Matt felt his face and there was definitely hair there that wasn’t there before. His bare face suddenly looked to have about a week worths of growth and it was still getting thicker. “What the hell man!?” his attention turned to Alex. “What’s going on?!” he demanded.
Alex continued smirking. He shifted slightly in his seat. It was really looking like his shirt wasn’t fitting him anymore. The light amount of muscle was clearly growing thicker and firmer. Alex stood up and flexed his arm. “They’re called muscle pops for a reason,” he grinned.
“What does—” Cole was about to ask before he realized his own shirt was starting to feel quite a bit more tightly. It had always pressed against his chest, but now it was straining against it. Without the sleeves, his widening shoulders and thickening arms didn’t give as much away, though the midriff between his shirt and shorts were starting to grow showing off his bottom row of abs.
“D-dude!?” Matt cried out as he looked at his arms. Thick dark hair was starting to run up them. His hands looked more rough around the edges and full of callouses. He then looked at Cole and Alex. “Are—Are we getting older?” he asked looking at his two friends looking closer to 30 than 25.
Alex nodded. “Yeah man. What did you think it means by pops?” His already handsome face was starting to take on a more mature nature to it. His jaw looked wider and skin a bit rougher. A few wrinkles were starting to form around his eyes but he was only looking better with each passing second.
The same was happening to Cole and Matt. After just graduating college they wanted to live up their youth more. But there was a roughness adding to their faces and bodies as thick coarse muscle grew denser by the second.
“Shit!” Cole groaned as he felt his sleeveless shirt tightening even more to his body. He’d always loved working out and feeling his muscles grow, but this was too much and too fast. With a rough motion he was able to strip the shirt off his body showing off his thick muscular torso covered in hair.
“Boo… Boring…” Alex chided. He gripped his tight shirt and ripped it clean off his body. A perfectly sculpted body without a single hair on it was revealed. He proudly flexed his full chest and showed off his thick arms.
Matt wasn’t so lucky. With the adding bulk and sheer thickness to his frame, he couldn’t position himself correctly. The shirt strained and ripped across his bulky torso. Dark hair, even thicker than Cole’s, coated every inch of his hulking muscle gut.
“God damn!” Alex looked up and down his friends. The two powerful men glared.
“What the hell man!?” Cole shouted. “What was that!?”
“DUDE! Look at me! It made me fucking fat! How am I supposed to pick up chicks like this!?” Matt shouted.
Alex shrugged.
The anger Matt had been holding back boiled over as he lifted Alex into the air and threw him into the pool. “THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” Matt shouted. “I look like a fucking fatass!”
“I think it’s kind of hot…” Cole didn’t even realize he’d said it. Not until Matt looked at him did he realize the words came out of his mouth. His face burned red. “Sorry. I don’t know why I said that…”
Matt paused and felt the same embarrassed heat across his face. He felt a deep urge to say the same. Looking at the thick muscled build covered in hair made him feel something he’d never felt before. “It’s—It’s fine…” he replied. His eyes started to roam. Everywhere he looked, he seemed to like it just a bit more.
It wasn’t until they heard Alex’s laugh that they caught themselves. “Just kiss already!” he jeered from the pool.
“W-what?!” both Cole and Matt were shocked. The idea had crossed both of their minds but neither dared to act on it.
“Just kiss!” Alex repeated as he leaned his body against the edge of the pool. “I know you want to…” A cheeky grin filled his face. “I know I want to do more…” the lilt in his voice shocked Matt and Cole, but neither could say he was wrong.
“Dude?!” Matt cried out. “What were in those popsicles?”
“Freedom,” Alex grinned. “Don’t worry about it. You’ll go back to your ‘normal’ selves sometime before you wake up tomorrow. So, you might as well enjoy it while it lasts.”
Matt and Cole look at each other. There’s a certain light in their eyes that wasn’t quite there before. Slowly, they move in. The space between them shrank. Matt hesitated. Cole pushed through. He pressed his hairy face against Matt’s and kissed. A surprising amount of passion radiated against the two as they continued.
Hands started to roam the other’s body. Their movements grew more intense as their bodies grinded against each other. It was obvious that not only their muscles had grown. Thick hands parsed through thicker hair.
“Dude…” Matt breathed. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to stop. “Fuck… I need you…”
Cole grinned. “Well… Then let’s go celebrate some freedom.” He grabbed Matt’s hand and started for the door.
Alex stared. “HEY! Wait up!” he called out as he jumped out of the pool and chased after his friends not wanting to be left behind.
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