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Take A Hike
🕑 Added 2019-10-01 04:00:21 +0000 UTC‘Hey man, you need to come visit me,’ was all Brandon had texted Dustin. It was a bit of an odd text coming from the other guy. They’d been friends for such a long time and then Brandon moved away. He said he couldn’t stand being in the city any more. It was too loud, busy and full of people who just didn’t seem to care about anything. That’s why he moved so far away.
Dustin knew it was up in the mountains somewhere. But Brandon seemed to have abandoned any online profile, along with his moving out of the city. The last post he’d written was about loving the great outdoors and reconnecting with nature. To Dustin, going out in a forest for a planned weekend camping trip wasn’t all that bad. His fit athletic body was great for camping and pitching up tents but the thought of living so far away from everything was still a bit scary. Anything bad happen and it’s a good half hour before some kind of ‘authority’ can get to you. All the while you have to make sure not to die on your own.
But a weekend trip didn’t sound all that bad. He could go see Brandon and then relax a bit. Part of him wondered just how much the wallflower would have changed. The pipsqueak hated the thought of being the center of attention. Dustin figured that’s really what it was. Brandon just wanted to be able to be lost in his own thoughts instead of having to explain them to everyone else. It seemed like having to explain himself was far worse than completely abandoning it all to live all by himself.
Dustin had typed in the address into his GPS and followed the instructions to the T. But still somehow he felt like he was lost. The road had stopped completely and there was still another half an hour on his estimated time. However, at the end of the road there was a small parking lot with a jeep parked in one of the spaces. “He drives a jeep now?” Dustin thought to himself. When he was at their company, all Brandon ever drove was a cheap car that looked like it would break down at any moment.
He shook his head and turned back to his phone. “Better just call him…” Dustin muttered. But his service dropped completely. “Well you are in the middle of batshit nowhere… At least there’s a bit of a paved road.” Part of him almost wanted to just turn back and leave everything. “That would be rude.” His eyes looked over the overgrown brush covering the bits of road that could clearly be seen. “You only have to do it once.”
That reminder didn’t seem to make him feel any better as he took out his backpack and thermos. If his GPS was right about the walk, then that meant he’d be walking for a long time. And the humidity in the air only seemed to be increasing. Even as he walked, he could feel sweat starting to drip down his shirt and jeans. He was just happy that he wore old tennis shoes, so the mud wouldn’t bother him too much. That didn’t make the trek any easier, as he felt more and more constricted by what he was wearing as his sweat pulled the clothes he was wearing directly against his body.
The backpack he wore was all the worse as he made it through the trees. Even though there was a path, a lot of it was still overgrown and was catching onto it. It didn’t seem to matter how much he dodged or weaved, the path was still annoyingly covered. “How doesn’t he live like this…” Dustin groaned as he tried to make it up a particularly steep part in the path. But the cabin was finally in sight. He could see the nicely built house that looked like it had had several improvements done to it.
Brandon was never much of a builder, but Dustin ignored the thought. He was just happy that he was finally there. Out of water and breath he tried his best to compose himself. Thick beads of sweat covered his red face while also keeping his clothes vacuumed to his nice frame. He hoped he didn’t smell too bad, but figured that there had to be a shower or something to clean himself up.
With three knocks to the door, Dustin waited. There wasn’t an answer. “No way…” he knocked again. Not even movement inside. Looking through the window, lights weren’t even on. “No…” he breathed again. Then knocked louder. “Fuck. He’s not fucking home is he? Damn it!” Dustin dropped his backpack by the front door then kicked up some dirt. His shoe scraped through really easily, picking up a cloud of dirt. “God damn it!”
The scream died in the trees. Hearing the silence for just a moment, Dustin started to realize that it wasn’t actually silent. Birds and other animals seemed to have been moving around him all the time. In his tired state he hadn’t realized just how much was going on in the forest. But in that moment when he finally appreciated the calm, he could hear flowing water. “Oh fuck yeah!” he got his thermos from his backpack and headed towards the sound of the water.
A small fountain was bubbling up over some rocks. Despite the amount of water rushing out of it, the volume seemed to stay consistent. Dustin was a bit more worried about the germs that could be living in the water, but his thirst was calling him more and more. He had to regain some of the water that he’d lost on the trek up here. And only went through with the decision because he was so close to Brandon’s house. Worse comes to worse he just has to go to the hospital.
The thought went through his head right as he started drinking the water. But as he felt the cool refreshing tingle run down his throat that fear quickly washed away. Even without the additives the city put in, feeling the crisp clean naturally filtered water run down his throat was better than he’d felt in years. Somehow it almost made him feel like he hadn’t just walked a good mile through the forest. He looked down at the small bubbling fountain wondering how something like that could have possibly made him feel so amazing. Even the sweat on his brow seemed to disappear and he felt cool and comfortable in the wooded area.
“Weird…” he muttered as he looked around a little more. Suddenly ideas of cleaning away the foliage or adding onto the house started to go through his head. As he looked at the poorly painted siding or the trees that looked like they were needing some trimming. “Just help Brandon with all that later.” His hand reached back down to get another drink from the small fountain but that’s when he noticed something was a bit off. The back of his hand was covered in a thick fur of dark brown hair.
Dustin pulled it away from the fountain and a bit closer to his face. He spun his hands back and forth feeling like there was something off about them. Even though he was known for being a bit rougher than the other guys in the office, his hands never had looked so thick before. Their soft nature seemed to be changing into something far rougher. “What’s…” he turned his hands back over to see the thick hair starting to move up from just his hands. “What the!?” he panicked almost trying to throw his arms off his body. It didn’t work.
The growth kept traveling up his arms. Along the way his trim well defined forearms started to bulk up with even more power. Thick veins crossed his skin while dirt and grime seemed to make them look and the stronger. That growth continued through his biceps, growing them rapidly. What had been perfectly trimmed and toned grew to something built far more with power in mind. It pushed his sleeves up past his shoulders that were rounding into something far larger than they had been.
“What’s going on?” a bit of grit came out of his voice as he said it. The growth was crossing through his chest, growing the two pecs into something far larger and rounder. The new growth pulled up his shirt over his abs. But those were quickly being covered in a descent layer of fat. The six bricks that he’d always worked so hard to keep perfectly manicured pushed out into one wall of mass in front of him. It forced the button in his pants to split off.
He was more distracted by the split running down his back. The tightness of the jeans squeezed his legs all the way down to his sneakers. Dustin let out a deep groan as his toes were losing whatever room was still left in his shoes. He wiggled them naturally and then started to feel his thick feet pushing out from his shoes. The long toes hit the dirt and it almost made him feel a bit better. Something about running his feet through the dirt was oddly relaxing.
When the transformation stopped, Dustin took a moment to reevaluate what just happened. Looking down at his body it was still him, but he looked a good 50 or 60 pounds heavier. A bit of it was bulk but he could feel the strength hidden right underneath it. But never had he thought he would be this hairy. The dense layer of fuzz covered each and every bit of him.
“Damn it Dusty,” a voice groaned in the distance. “You weren’t supposed ta be here fur anutha hour.”
Rounding around the house was an absolute giant of a man. Standing near 7 feet tall with a thick firm body, he stared at Dustin. Despite Dustin growing past 6 foot and gaining so much weight he still felt so small next to the man carrying lumber from the forest. “Br-Brandon?’ Dustin made out. His voice may have been a bit deeper but seeing the other man still made it raise a few octaves from fear.
“In da flesh. How do ya like the new look?” He pushed his arms out from his sides, dropping the logs he was carrying. But it was worth it to show off his immense size. Each of those long arms was packed with a power that strongmen dreamed of. The sleeves of his plaid shirt were rolled up, showing off a few scars from working out in the wild so much but it only seemed to make him look all the more masculine. He ran his hand through his bushy beard. “Well?”
Dustin hadn’t realized the long silence he’d accidently made. “It looks good!” he emphasized the word a bit much then pulled it back. “It looks good. I don’t think I would have recognized you.”
“Don’t think many people would,” Brandon laughed. The light layer of fat around his belly shook with him. “Then again don’t think people would recognize you much either. Why don’t you come in? We can get you out of those clothes.”
For a second he almost thought he saw Brandon give him a wink. A rush ran through his body as he thought about it even more. “Right!” he got overexcited again.
“Right,” Brandon smiled as he unlocked the door. He had to duck to enter into the house. But once inside all the ceilings were vaulted enough to where his newfound height wouldn’t be a problem.
“So you like living way out here?” Dustin asked.
“Yeah, but I don’t think the UPS guy likes it all that much.”
“Probably not. Quite the walk…”
“It is…” Brandon agreed. He turned into the bedroom and opened up the closet. “I was going to donate these cause I outgrew them again but maybe you can get some use out of ‘em?” Dustin stepped back letting the big guy pull down the box of clothes. “First I guess let’s get you out of those clothes,” without think Brandon gripped the collar of Dustin’s shirt and torn it down the center. He pushed the other man down onto his bed and with the same amount of effort tore through the denim holding Dustin’s legs confined. “Better?”
“Yeah…” Dustin agreed as he laid naked on the other man’s bed. He suddenly felt an odd stirring running through his body as he looked up at the giant smiling down at him through his beard. The thick bearish frame was oddly inviting and warm.
“Is there something I can do to make it better?” Brandon seemed to understand the stirring as Dustin’s hand subconsciously headed towards his cock. He could see the other man falling victim to the water just like he had the few months prior. But he didn’t have the same luck that Dustin had. He had to go online and look at guys while right now he was here for Brandon.
“I don’t know…” Dustin lied. His hand was moving a bit faster as more thoughts seemed to invade his mind. The fact that he laid there naked and vulnerable didn’t seem to bother him at all. It’s not like Brandon would do anything bad to him.
“Are you sure?” Brandon’s massive body leaned over Dustin’s. He pushed some of his weight down on the other man while keeping his face just mere inches away from each other. Their beards touched. “Are you sure?” he whispered. The silence between them seemed to have given the answer as Brandon removed those few inches allowing their mouths to touch. Their tongues became entangled as they wrestled with each other. Though at no point did Dustin try to flip the other man over.
There was an almost satisfaction between the two as Brandon pushed more and more of his weight onto the other man. Their large bodies rocked back and forth on the bed, knocking it against the wall. Their cocks grew hard as they felt the other’s strong body against them. Brandon’s poked into Dustin’s side, while Dustin’s was closer to the man’s ass. With just a little bit of work he was able to slide it between those butt cheeks.
It pushed against his tight hole. The sudden pressure was too much for Brandon to handle. His back arched. The kiss was broken and replaced with a loud guttural moan. Some part of his mind was telling him to calm down but he couldn’t contain the pleasure he was feeling from the intense orgasm.
Brandon pulled back but feeling the other man squirming in pleasure was too much for him as well. He tried to cover up before he sprayed but was far too late. Large ropes of cum shot out of him and landed in the other man’s hair, matting it to his body.
It took Dustin a good minute or two before he realized what had just happened. His body was still lulling in the ecstasy. “What happened…” he still asked Brandon.
“Just a little something the mountain can do to ya. You’ll get used ta it. I know I did. But then again I didn’t have a big handsome bear to keep me company…”
A bit of red filled Dustin’s face as he looked up and down Brandon again. Suddenly this weekend sounded like it might have been over too soon.
