“You know, these actually ain’t bad,” Philip remarked with a stoned goofiness, his words somehow several octaves lower and distorted with the next berry between his teeth, as thick hair sprouted all over his body.
Derek and Jerome looked at each other with shock and utter speechlessness. ‘Was this really happening?’ each of their looks conveyed.
Philip, Derek, and Jerome were high school friends who had found their way to the same university by some stroke of luck. The three were inseparable through their years of friendship, spending most weekends at each other’s houses playing FIFA or Smash Bro’s and taking part in the same activities (theater, academic decathlon, lit mag, Model U.N., you name it). With their interests, they were also all equally bullied throughout their years, often called nerds and queers—which wasn’t really far off from the truth: they were all very bookish and bright, plus Philip and Derek were both famously bisexual while Jerome was proudly gay (much to the chagrin of his bigoted parents, who hid their hate behind their faith). None of them were knockout gorgeous, but none of them were butt fucking ugly either. As a matter of fact, they were all perfectly average, and each was content in that fact. They didn’t really have eyes for each other—or at least no one was going to admit it—but they did occasionally experiment with one another on the weekends. You know, the “practice” make out sessions here, the “practice” handies there, plenty of group masturbation in the name of “bro stuff.” They didn’t know why they bought into heteronormativity, but it certainly helped to not complicate things. More than anything, they were dear friends, each of them trusting enough with the other to confide in and find comfort when they needed it. And high school was pure and total torture to people like them, so they needed a lot of it.
But as luck would have it, these three friends were now freshmen at the flagship university of their home state, their dutiful years in high school finally paying off. As soon as each of them moved into their respective dorms, they reconvened in the main quad, wrapping each other in a hug, thrilled to begin this new chapter of their lives together.
They were about two month into their first semester and the weather was starting to change. The unbearably hot, muggy, humid days were finally behind them, and the crisp autumn air was finally starting to make its debut. Not too hot, not too cold—the most perfect time of the year. The three decided that now would be a good time to go camping at Derek’s family farm land, just to catch up on what everyone’s been up to in their respective degree fields. Derek would pay for the gas/provide the locale/provide the materials, Philip would buy the weed, and Jerome would get the food.
As each of them went about their chores gathering supplies that Saturday morning before they left, Jerome made his way to the town farmer’s market to pick up some fresh bites. In addition to the deli meats, bread, and condiments for sandwiches he had bought at the supermarket, Jerome picked up some fresh fruits and veggies, a few artisan snack items from local vendors, and some fresh-pressed bottled juices. ‘Not a bad setup,’ Jerome thought as he gathered his bags and made his way to the bus stop.
In the parking lot, Jerome heard a few “Yoo-hoo!”s from the corner of the parking lot. He surveyed his environment and his eyes landed on a sweet looking old black woman near the tree line. She was wrapped in a shawl and had a slight hunch to her frame. Jerome would never trust an invitation like that from some rando white lady in a parking lot, but this woman reminded him a lot of his grandmother. ‘She must need help,’ Jerome concluded as he made his way towards her.
He arrived a few feet from her and lowered his bags gently to the ground, “You need some help, ma’am?” His parents were mean as dirt, but they did instill some good manners in him.
“Well, ain’t you kind,” she cooed, “No, no, I’m just looking to sell you some of my wares.” She gestured behind her at a wide bucket full of greenery wrapped in rubberbands. Each bunch looked like a bundle of twigs with many bright red berries attached to each sprig.
“Ah, no, but thank you, I think I have enough, I don’t want to miss the—“
“Oh, but you just got to, child! A strapping young man like you would really benefit from berries like this…”
Jerome blushed with a grin and scratched the back of his head.
“Tell ya what, son… I’ll sell a whole heap of ‘em to you for… well, let’s keep it simple and just say a dollar, now how’s that sound?” she offered with a motherly tone.
“Hmm.. well, what are they?”
“Oh, let’s just say they’re a-a.. what do y’all call it now?.. oh-oh, a superfood!” she responded with infectious enthusiasm.
“Superfood, right?” Jerome considered for a moment. He reached for his wallet, “Alright, deal! What’s a dollar, anyways?” He handed her a crisp dollar bill with a grin.
“That’s the spirit! Coming right up,” she pocked the dollar and turned and picked out several rubberband-wrapped bunches of the berry-rich twigs, placing them in a plastic bag she pulled out her her pocket.
“Woah, woah, now I don’t want to rob you of your-“
“No, no, no, nonsense! I got plenty more where that came from!” she put the bag in his hand and gave a few cheery laughs, patting his hand.
“You’re very kind, ma’am. Why me, though? I didn’t see you talking to anyone else.”
She thought for a moment, “Ya know, I got what they call a sixth sense,” she explained, thinking she must’ve been the first to think of such a description. “I called out to you, you were so kind to respond—offered to help me, even!—and you’re just the sweetest thing, so a young man like you deserves something as special as these.” she gave him another heart-melting grandmotherly grin and took his hand to pat it some more.
“Well, thank you ma’am. Have a nice day!”
He picked up his bags, setting the bag of berries inside, and started walking to the bus stop, hearing the bus distantly approaching. Wait till he tells Derek and Philip about this, some old lady offering him an army’s portion—and for just one dollar—of… wait, what even were they?
He turned to ask, “What kind of berries did you sa-…”
He looked where she was when he saw her first, but she was gone. Her, her wide bucket of berries, gone. He looked quickly around the parking lot but didn’t see a trace of her. ‘She’s like 90,’ he thought, ‘she couldn’t have gone that far.’
He heard the exhaust of the bus hiss as it slowed to a halt. He turned and broke into a light jog to make the bus. Didn’t want to keep Derek and Philip waiting.
The ride to the farm was easy and quick, just two hours away from campus. They listened to some great music on the way there (Philip had always been an incredible DJ for their long car rides), cracked jokes, and talked about the sites they saw along the way.
They finally arrived in the early afternoon. It was a gorgeous piece of land, with wide open skies, clean air, and rolling hills. They decided to set up camp right outside Derek’s family farmhouse, a rickety little shack with at least some running water and an indoor bathroom. What?! They came out here to be out in the air and reconnect, not to rough it, piss on trees, and drink from streams; “camping” was just the easiest way to put it!
Jerome sat the bags of food on the picnic table they kept on the side of the house, setting everything out in a buffet style. He put the berries among the other fruit, thinking nothing of it.
Derek set up the tent: a small circle of 3 camping chairs, a dinky little 4 person tent he’d used all through high school during these types of outings. To say it fit 4 would be generous; they would definitely be sleeping body to body tonight. Whatever, it would keep them warm, and when you’ve swapped tongues had each other’s dicks in your hands, personal space didn’t really matter anymore. He brought some wood from the wood pile over in case they wanted to make a fire later.
Philip sat at the picnic table, unpacked his chunky baggie of weed, his purple metal grinder, and a little marble-designed tray he used for rolling from his backpack, and went to work rolling joints for the three of them. He started with 6. That ought to be plenty for today, tonight, and tomorrow for the three of them, but he had more than enough for rolling if they wanted it.
Derek and Jerome were talking about their classes, each expressing dismay with the oversimplified nature of intro classes. As Philip licked the paper at the end of the roll for the last one, Derek reached over his shoulder, still locked in conversation and grabbed a banana. Jerome listened attentively, nodding in agreement occasionally as he picked up an orange from the pile, immediately pealing it. Jerome and Derek had ditched their shirts, free to violate social norms now that they were out in the country, and Philip considered doing the same for a moment. ‘Fuck it,’ he thought and removed his shirt too. He always felt cautious being too showy around Derek and Jerome. They were all regrettably hairless and, again, fully average in every way, but Philip had a slight leg up on them. He had a slightly more pronounced chest and abdomen, plus the very slightest hint of toned arms of the bunch, all of which he credited to working as part of the crew during theater all through high school (crew usually did all the hard work and heavy lifting). He hated making Derek and Jerome feel smaller, but he wasn’t going to be the only one fully clothed. He wasn’t going to be the only one not eating, either. Philip stood up from the picnic table and surveyed his options. There was plenty to choose from, but a bag of what looked like berries on stems caught his eye.
“Fuck’s this?” he interrupted Jerome and Derek.
Jerome looked back, “Oh, funny story. Some old woman at the farmer’s market sold me them for dirt cheap. Said they were a ‘superfood’ too.”
“You’re right, hilarious story,” Philip responded deadpan, looking at the berries. ‘Superfood, eh?’ he thought and shrugged, plucking himself a stem containing about 4 berries. Best not take too much if he didn’t care for them.
He took a joint from the table and sparked it up. He blew out the flame and kept blowing so that the tip of the joint lit with an angry, bright red ember and inhaled deeply. He held his breath for a second, waiting to feel his lungs tickle a bit, looked over the berries in his other hand, and exhaled. He stood up and stepped towards Jerome and Derek, taking another huge hit of the joint, holding it…. and exhaling, starting to feel the familiar buzzing in his head. ‘There we go,’ he thought as his tapped Derek’s shoulder to pass him the j. Derek said a small “Thanks,” as he paused in his conversation just to take a hit and pass it to Jerome, but continued his diatribe immediately after. Philip walked back over to the picnic table and sat backwards on the seat, facing the two of them. He looked at the berries again, and plucked one of the berries from the stem with his teeth.
“And anyways, it’s just a waste of our tuition money if we’re just doing the same work we did in high school,” Derek insisted passionately, punctuating his thought with another hit of the joint and holding.
“No man, yeah, you’re right,” Jerome nodded sympathetically.
Derek exhaled a big plume of smoke, “I know! I’m just glad as hell I have scholarships footing the bill for a lot of this shit, could you ima-” he stopped, cocking his head as he heard a strange sound. A creaking?
Derek looked a Jerome with a quizzical face, Jerome’s eyebrows furrowed, clearly hearing it too.
They paused for a second and waited. *crreeeeeaak* There it was again! They turned to say something to Philip.
“Philip, do you-” Jerome began and stopped immediately. Philip was sitting several inches higher than he was earlier, staring off at nothing in particular.
Philip turned to face the two of them, “Hmm?”
“Uh,…. uh-I said, do you hear-” Jerome words were cut off by another *crreeeeeaak*.
The bench of the picnic table groaned and creaked as Philip rose another several inches, his legs, arms, and neck extending noticeably. Philip only adjusted his sitting position slightly.
“Hear anything?… Uh.. No…” Philip responded, looking at each of them as they were saying something absurd.
Derek and Jerome looked at each other, stunned surprise in their eyes.
Philip lifted the sprig to his mouth and plucked another berry with his teeth, bringing it into his mouth to chew and swallow it. Jerome and Derek watched speechless as thick hair sprouted from his skin across his chest seemingly out of nowhere. Philip brought his hand up to scratch his chest absentmindedly as he continued staring into the rolling hills. The hair growth spread down his chest, cross his arms, under his pits, into his crotch, down his legs, over his feet and hands. Philip brought his hands up to scratch his chin, seemingly unaware of all of these changes, as hair sprouted all over his jaw and around his mouth, meeting his hairline by his ears. He coughed/cleared his throat, and it sounded to Jerome and Derek like his voice dropped several octaves in the process.
Philip giggled, apparently enthused by the high he was getting, and plucked another berry from the sprig, “You know, these actually ain’t that bad,” he remarked to Jerome and Derek with his mouth full, as he brought the berry in to chew.
Jerome and Derek stared open-mouthed at one other, in complete disbelief of what was happening. They learned into whisper to one another.
“Jerome, what the fuck did you buy?” Derek whispered accusingly.
“I don’t know man, don’t pin this on me! What the hell is going on?” Jerome whispered back.
“Is he seriously not aware of what’s happening to h-” Derek paused. Both of them could feel a presence behind them.
Philip had approached the two of them without them knowing, standing awfully close to the two of them between them. He was no longer chewing the berry.
“Hasn’t anyone ever told either of you that s-*EEeeh*-crets don’t make fr-*Eeh*-nds?” Between “secrets” and “friends,” Philip’s neck and shoulder’s made hard, meaty, thudding sounds as they exploded outward with hard muscle. Jerome and Derek looked up at him with their jaws dropped.
Derek and Jerome heard more wet thudding and Philip uttered a few strained grunts as both of his arms and his chest tripled, almost quadrupled in size with pulsing, rising muscle. His abs were slower work, rising up slowly to his skin and hardening and not making as big of a display about it, but giving him a torso that would put all of the football jocks at their college to shame.
“It’s just rude *grunt, sucking inhale of air* you know,” he continued, this time his back and sides molding rippling and hard against this body. “To talk about someone like they’re nah-*Hhhooouugughoo*-haut even there.” He concluded as his hips bucked a little bit with his ass pushed against the fabric of his shorts, threatening the strength of the threads. During his last sentence, his hairy thighs swelled to the size of tree trunks and the threads along his legs tore up the side.
Derek and Jerome looked at each other, both of them fucking hard and shit in their shorts, their mouths still hanging open. No one knew what to say to one another. Philip plucked the last berry from the sprig and popped it in his mouth, quickly chewing and swallowing.
“Wh-wh-what should we do? He’s-” Jerome started.
“You’re still doing it!” Philip exclaimed, adjusting his stance so he was looking at Jerome. Derek got an incredible view of Philip’s absolutely sculpted new ass and thick, hairy thighs, and noticed that Philip’s calves were just finishing their growth as they swelled to massive diamonds. Derek was drooling at this point, he couldn’t fucking help it. One of his best friends was hulking out and becoming a walking wet dream, and didn’t even seem to notice it happening.
Jerome, on the other hand, was now at face level with Philip’s crotch, just inches away from his nose. He had seen Philip’s cock and balls, hell even held them, plenty of times, and he noticed their familiar shape nestled between his now-gargantuan thighs. Wait- he swallowed one more berry, what does it d-
Before he could even finish his thought, Philip interjected “It’s unbelievable! My best friend! I can’t believe yooUUUuuuOooOoooouUUuuUuuooooo…” Philip seemingly involuntarily lightly bucked his hips and Jerome got a full show. Philip’s cock, which was already pressed tightly against his now-ridiculously tight shorts grew thicker, longer, thicker, longer, thicker, longer, thicker, longer, with each consecutive tiny thrust of his hips. He again grunted deeply as Jerome saw Philip’s balls swell to the size of large eggs in his shorts. He swore he could hear a light but unmistakable churning coming from within Philip’s shorts. His cock and balls were now pressed so tightly against the shorts that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination, so tight it must’ve hurt, and this impressive bulge was now touching to the tip of Jerome’s nose.
Jerome gripped the sides of his chair and moaned loudly as his knees and hips shook. He fired an extremely pent-up load into his shorts.
Derek finally spoke up. “Hey Phil?”
“Yeah? What’s up buddy?” Philip turned to face him, his massive bulge lightly hitting Derek’s cheek. Derek fired a load into his pants as well, gritting his teeth and swearing as his hips bucked and unloaded.
“Did you need something?” Philip continued.
Derek sucked in a few panting breaths, “It’s just… I mean… I mean fuck, man, do you really not realize what just happened?!”
Philip slowly shook his head, “What, uh.. what do you mean?”
Derek and Jerome exchanged a furrowed brow, impossibly confused look. Was the weed laced with something? Magic berries? For real?
A silence fell over them for a few moments.
“AAARRGGHH, I got you guys!!” Philip loudly broke the silence laughing thunderously and rubbing his meaty paws together. In his hilarious, excited fit, his muscles were flexing and contracting in ways that Derek and Jerome had never seen before, on Philip or literally any other man they’ve seen.
Derek and Jerome left out a satisfied exhale they felt like they had been holding for the last several minutes. “You seriously had us convinced we were tripping hard!” Jerome laughed, standing up awkwardly and letting his cum drip out of his shorts leg. Derek did the same. “So you knew the whole time? Felt the whole thing?”
“Ohhhh yeah,” Philip responded with a shuddering breath and a slow but intense nod. “OOOHHH yeah. Every single exhilarating second of it. Fuck, I could feel everything. That was hard as shit not to break character during the last bit of it. Speaking of, I feel like I’m losing blood flow here, let me just…”
Philip hooked his thumbs under his waistband, his shorts hugging his legs impossibly tight. He looked like he exerted just a tiny bit of pressure outwards and, *SNAP!* his shorts split and fell to his side. His absolutely inhuman 13″ cock swung up and slapped wetly against his abs, leaking pre. Jerome and Derek immediately went hard again.
“Aaaaaahhhhh, that’s so much better.” Philip leaned his head back and wiped his copious amounts of pre into his muscles. “Like, guys, this is ridiculous, I mean WHAT?!” Philip giggled did several poses with his arms and legs, striking every pose that got him off when he was about 140 lbs. lighter. “Wait, hold up, lemme..” he concentrated and slowly…. slowly but surely… ah, there he goes. He expertly popped his pecs and made them do a little dance for Jerome and Derek, winking and sticking his tongue down his chin at them. Philip noticed the wet spots on Derek and Jerome’s shorts, their still-rock hard dicks forced up against the fabric underneath.
“Hang on, did I…. did I make you guys cum? Just by… like changing?”
The two slowly nodded to each other and then to Philip.
Philip took a few staggering steps back. “Awwwwhhhwwwhhhww fuck,” he started. “Fuck, man, awwww, that is so fucking hot, I just… Sorry, I need to…”
He grabbed onto his impossibly huge shaft and started yanking. He sucked in small mouthfuls of air, moaned, moaned, grunted, moaned, closer, closer, and then…
“GGGRRWWAAAAHAHARRAH” he leaned his head back and rocketed unnaturally massive volleys of cum into the sky, much of it landing in heavy, wet, massive splatters on Jerome and Derek, who of course creamed their shorts at the same time.
Derek and Jerome were soaked. Derek put a finger into Jerome’s hair and scooped out a plentiful sample of the spunk, and Jerome did the same, wiping his sample off Derek’s chest. They both brought it into their mouths and inhaled deeply.
Panting, with an idiot grin, Philip asked, “How do I taste, gentlemen?”
Derek and Jerome responded, “Unreal” simultaneously, their mouths still full with Philip’s seed as they chuckled at another.
Philip wiped off massive puddles of cum all over his god-like body and slung them to the ground with heavy, gooey sounds. “Sorry, guys, it’s just… This feels absolutely surreal, it’s just… Oh, my god, you guys have to-”
Philip stopped his thought.
“We still have like 80 of those berries, at least.” Philip announced and a silence fell over the group.
They exchanged horny, excited, lusting, impossibly happy looks with one another.
Derek and Jerome broke into a sprint towards the picnic table. Once they reached the bag, they both started picking and devouring the berries from the bag like starved men. Philip watched in lustful, excited anticipation as his best friends, still filling themselves with berries, start grunting and moaning with deeper and deeper voices, watching their legs and arms grow hairy as their bodies started comically pulsing obscenely larger and larger with muscle, their frames stretching into their air. He heard a firecracker crack as he watched his friends’ shorts explode off their swelling bodies, their asses growing thicker and rounder. He couldn’t wait to see what was going on with their front ends.
“Hey guys, wait up!” Philip called after them with a small laugh, jogging towards them with his absurdly huge cock slapping against his abs. “Don’t let me be the small one of the group!”
The three ravaged the bag of berries. Fuck the tent, they wouldn’t even fit in it. Hell, they probably wouldn’t even fit in the cabin. And they didn’t worry, they were sure to find a way to keep warm tonight. Not that they’d be getting much sleep anyways. Sun was setting normally on the farm, but the shadows were getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and…
