Once inside he found Hank curled up in bed wearing nothing but a pair of briefs and a sheet. He considered crawling in bed with him, but decided to let him sleep instead.

On his way to the kitchen he passed the Hall mirror and gave it a passing glance as he through of his baseball cap and resituated his hair.

He kept walking but ...suddenly stopped in shock. He rushed back to the mirror and gazed into the dusty glass stunned.

For the first time since the first Monday morning had arrived Eric Redman stared out of his eyes aware of the changes that had occurred. He looked in horror at the monstrosity he had somehow become. He was at the least 5 inches taller and weighed about 200 pounds more. He looked ridiculous. It was like his face on someone else's gargantuan body. Gone was the trim and dignified form of Eric Redman CEO, now there was only the hulking frame and slabs of corded muscle that made up the massive body of "Red" the foreman. He touched his face gingerly, almost afraid of the contact, with one too large and crude hand. He anxiously felt the harsh coating of bristly whiskers that carpeted his short-cropped beard and sideburns. The hands were the size of dinner plates and a thousand bulging highways of veins dissected his thick forearm. The clean cut hair he had once paid 50 dollars a month to be styled lay in a messy mop around his ears and traveled in straight locks over his collar and onto the huge protruding bow of his shoulders.

A red and black flannel shirt was all that covered his torso and it barely did that. It hung suggestively unbuttoned so that the deep cleft of his mountainous pecs was sure to be on display. Eric couldn't decide what was worse the repulsive slabs of chest meat that hung from his burly chest or the fact that every inch of exposed skin was covered in thick impenetrable fur, making him look like some kind of wild animal. The sleeves of the flannel rag had been ripped off to emphasize the weight of his cumbersome biceps.

Eric would not have been caught dead in the pair of faded and torn jeans that hugged "reds" grotesquely big legs. Every muscle and fold of skin was accentuated in threadbare denim making it seem as though the blue jeans had been painted on to the huge tree trunk legs and soccer ball sized calves. And from the way the crotch bulged in a heavy distinct form, Red didn't believe in Boxers...or any underwear at all for that matter. Eric Redman looked like a Hillbilly mountain man on steroids.

Panic set in.

What the hell was going on?

He started to hyperventilate steadying himself by slumping against the wall. The vast expanse of his broad back pushing solidly against the wood made him feel even more alien in this new mountain of a body.

He needed a glass of wine to calm his nerves.

No, he needed a nice cold beer.

It was all just a bad dream this was impossible there was no way this could be happening, he would just wake up tomorrow and everything would be fine. He would be back to his normal self and go to the office...

And get ready for that next big shipment coming in, this was peak season and the guys were gonna need some extra pushing...

Eric gently wiped the pouring sweat from his damp forehead with one big clumsy hand and took note with revulsion at how much more he now sweated.

With the other he roughly grabbed at the hefty bulge in his jeans, absently resituating his half-hard cock, and his uncomfortable balls.

He had to sit down.... Just sit down and think this through for a minute... as he walked to the couch he could feel the simple movement in every muscle in his body. The new sensation of his developed musculature and size was foreign and strange.

He plopped down on the couch with a thud and unconsciously turned on the Television and grabbed for the open beer on the coffee table in front of him.

All there was to do was to go to bed and wake up from this horrible nightmare and then he could go back to being his normal self.

The remote was in his hands almost instantaneously and he took turns swigging from the bottle and flipping channels until he stopped suddenly in interest.

The rock hard muscles of a bald statuesque man in leather boots sporting a goatee' were rapped with bone breaking stress around a similarly clad and well-built man with a dark complexion.

Eric watched with wrapped attention as the Dark skinned wrestler and the bald man with a goatee' wrestled each other for dominance. Their imposing bodies flying like colliding planets from end of the ring to another. The two brutes pummeled each other repeatedly fighting man to man. Their large dominate forms and aggression displaying their prowess and masculinity.

The constant back shots of both men in their tight trunk's showing their meaty asses flex like two basketballs kept Eric incessantly readjusting his unmanageable dick. The length of his painfully erect cock traveled up the length of his thigh and almost threatened to burst out of his snug jeans. Just to relieve the pressure he undid the huge belt buckle, unzipped and let loose the angry viper that was trapped underneath the denim. The big thick cock rested strongly in the grip of both of his big hands. Red sat staring at the impressive piece of meat, astounded at its size.

Why was he so amazed at his dick? He had always been proud of his big dick...had he always been?

The dark man had his partner pinned down, his big thighs straddling the other man's massive chest. Without thinking Eric began stroking the angry dick in his hands intently. Using the pressure of both fists to send slow thrills down the spine of his shaft. These were real men, big, mean and thick. They were the kind of men wanted in his bed. Huge and huge and rough that was the man's man that Red wanted to fuck and get fucked by. Muscles and no-shit attitude. The stimulation is his cock grew more intense as he fantasized about having either man in his strong arms their mouths fighting each other, tongues thrusting in and out.

He could have on of those guys. Hell, he was one of those guys. He was just as big...if not bigger. All he needed was some tight briefs and a pair of high boots and fuck he could be a wrestler. That thought made him even harder and he began to grunt as he strangled the engorged head of his tense cock and watched lustfully as the two exaggerations of masculinity continued to wrestle.

"Why'd ya have to start without me asshole?" A familiar voice joked from behind him. He could feel strong warm hands running through his mane of long hair stroking the locks of dirty brown. They rested on his shoulders and began to massage his extended neck muscles. The scruff of whiskers brushed against his own in need of a shave broad jaw and the hot breath of another horny man shot across his face and into his ear, "You're gonna have to give me a chance to catch up."

Red moaned happily and leaned back into a passionate kiss with other man, their sweaty jaws tackling each other excitedly and their lips pulling and tugging on each other. Smiling contentedly red looked up into the green eyes of his lover. Realization dawned on him in a burst of forbidden clarity and he pulled away from the kiss and was on his feet in the space of seconds.

Hank crossed his big arms and brought his heavy brow down in confusion, "What's wrong man?" Hank stood in front of him clad only in a pair of tantalizing faded and worn navy blue briefs. His meaty body displayed perfectly, A musculature almost identical to reds big hard won labor muscle, thick and beefy stretched across his husky shape, covered only by the simple clothe which suggested at the weight of his cock.

"Nothing," his gruff deep voice answered...was it his voice?

"You look sick?"

"Something's wrong..." Was something wrong? He was at home with his lover relaxing after a hard day at the office... no he didn't have an office...His head began to spin.

Hank caught him up in the arc of his comforting firm grasp. "Do you want me to call a doctor?"

Eric broke free and struggled away clumsily on his wide legs terrified at the density of his own thighs. "No this is wrong..." he almost screamed.

"What's wrong babe, ya gotta tell me?" Hank was worried. In all the time he and Red had been together he had never heard him loose his cool like this, not in a bar fight, on the bench or even at work when he was reaming one of the guys out.

"You...this.. Me...I mean look at me!" Eric pointed to the hulking man in the mirror. Who could have done this to him...How did this happen to his life...he was someone else he was supposed to be somewhere else...He had an office...and he had a girlfriend.

Why would he have girlfriend he'd always been gay.

He had a Jaguar a nice compact little... A big truck that towered over every other car on the road with a big cab and a bed big enough to haul a whole fuckin' house.

"That kid...He said...he something to me last night....No it was a while ago...." The days were running together in his head meshing together insubstantially before he could get a hold of a single thought. "He must have done this to me." The rumbling bass of his voice was now on the verge of tears. His shaking paws were pulling through the disgusting mess of long trashy hair in frustration.

A strong hold cupped the solid chin and brought his frantic gaze up to meet the worried green eyes of a man Eric Redman had once contemptuously dismissed. "Buddy you're loosin' it. You gotta get control. You're scarin' me here."

"I'm scared of me too. Look at me. I'm a fucking animal." Tears had given way to rage and he roared loudly. That queer. He had done this. Somehow changed things...turned him from a normal intelligent man on his way up to this...this stupid mass of muscle and hair, who only had dick on his little brain. He had to get back to himself some how go back... He raged on, the mass of his big body feeding into his testosterone-drenched fury.

He had made him a big animal and now he was acting like one. He had turned his athletic frame into this hulking spectacle...of masculinity. A body any man... would be proud to have. Big hairy chest and legs like a real man. Heavy back and good lifting shoulder...like a real man.

He was a real man. A man's man. The type of guy that intimidated pussy ass little shits like Prescot.

His head hurt. Was he going crazy?

Hank was there again. His shoulders steadily holding him tight. "You gotta clam down and tell me what's wrong."

"I don't think it's supposed to be this way Hank...I think it's supposed be different somehow." Red spoke quietly into the deep cleft in his lover's chest and tried in vein to explain.

"Different how?" Hank's voice responded pained.

"I don't know"

"You want a different life. You're not happy here...with me?" Hank was deceptively calm.

Red thought about the question. He had a good paying job, Nice benefits. He was good at what he did and he didn't have to worry about all the bullshit most people did. He was in good shape, and didn't have to take shit from nobody. Why would he be unhappy?

And of course he was happy with Hank. When they could manage to get to be with each other. If there shifts allowed the to spend time together He was always happy with hank. Hank's strong arms and fucking hot body. Hanks big dick. Gorgeous back with it's Herculean cuts. Hank was his kind of man. His equal. His partner. He must love Hank he did love hank. They were partners.

"No," was the simple answer And Eric "Red" Redman cemented himself. Red's cool control was back, he pulled his long hair out of his face and brought himself with crushing force against Hanks mouth. The blow of his forceful kiss toppled both men to the ground sending minor tremors across the house. As their lips smacked loudly together Red's hands moved instinctively to feel and rub the great bulge in his lover's briefs. The familiarity of the curves of Hanks Cock and balls comforting him.

The kissed for a long time as Hank undressed him, ripping off the tattered flannel and peeling the jeans off his sweaty legs. The entire time Red's lips never left their probing of hanks and his hands never left their tireless groping of the swelling briefs.

They rolled around on the hard wood floors playful wrestling with each other. Red in his unashamed nakedness and Hank in his fruit of a looms. Until Red too excited from the foreplay ended it abruptly by pulling the underwear off his partner viciously and hungrily plunged his scruffy face into the mess of thick hair on Hanks groin.

He lingered from a moment in the cleft of the groin taking in the hot smell of sweat and musk. HE breathed in heartily the smell of Hank's Cock and the manly sent of a Man's balls. He began tongue bathing the hairy balls zealously. The mess of his long hair veiled his face giving him seclusion with the Cock and tickled hanks abdomen. When he had finished worshipping the big balls and allowed himself to gorge on the wide pole, he felt the swelling of his Lovers big dick at the back of his throat, the dense pubes brush against his nose, and the firm flesh of Hank's meaty ass cheeks spilling out of his hands and he was damn happy.

Hank's hands caressed his head through his mane of Samson like hair and he smiled around the girth of the thick pole that filled his mouth.

"Where does Madonna get off?" I asked to the open air. I grabbed the remote and put the television on mute.

Gino laid lazily in a T-shirt and cut off shorts on the chair opposite me, looking for all the world like a spent porn star. He was woken up by the fierceness of my statement "what?"

"Where does she get off remaking a classic?" I fumed indignantly.

"Hold on wait a second." Gino said as he quickly got up and crossed to me he got very close to my face, so close in fact that I could smell his exotic cologne. I was stunned when he grabbed me by my collar and brought his fist up threateningly.

I had the momentary fear that maybe whatever enchantment he had been under Gino was now frighteningly aware. But then all my fears melted away in laughter when he said, "Did you just say something' bad about Madonna?" To think my big Italian buddy who had once listened exclusively to DMX, Jay-Z and Tupac now defended the honor of Madonna. Sure it was a lost cause but hey at least his taste in music improved.

"Are you girl's gonna make-out or what?" Red's deep voice boomed behind us.

"You wish, Big manly men like you guys love to see two chicks get it on don't ya?" Gino retorted regrettably pulling away from me.

"Only if the girl's are as pretty as you two, chicks." He smacked Gino on the back of his ass with one wide hand.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

He walked around into my line of sight and I was yet again confronted with my handiwork. The spell I had originally cast on Eric...Red was stronger then I had anticipated, I think it was even affecting me. I remember Eric the power hungry elitist snob but only vaguely. Mostly though that memory was overlaid now with one of Red, Bull neck, long hair and all. Eric had been a foul tempered bad mannered arrogant little snot to big for his britches.

Red had horrible manners, but only those involved with the table. And the man had britches, holy mother of god the man had britches and did he ever fill those out. The seat of those sears tough skins were so over filled I thought we may have to get some more denim to patch up the cracks. And now the only thing foul about Eric Redman was the way he smelled after a whole day of work.

All in all I guess it was another rousing success.

"Me and Hank are going drinking with the guys on the crew I just stopped by to pick up a couple of bills." He said motioning to Hank who stood tentatively in the doorway.

I got up and walked over to Hank and extended my hand. He shook it with forceful appreciation. "Nice to meet Red's Roommates. I've heard a lot about you."

"Really? Only bad things I hope." Gino answered Idly thumbing his nipple.

"Gino," I chastised.

"What?"

I shook my head ruefully, " Never mind."

"What?" he asked offended.

"Hanks is obviously With Red. Do you want one of those steel Tipped CAT boots up that pretty little butt of yours." I asked.

"No,"

"Of course not," I agreed, "because then your Love life would be over."

The Love god gave me a dark look and punched me n the shoulder saying, "Yeah for a whole five minutes...I've had better."

He caught me off guard and I rolled over in laughter.

Hank was getting obviously uncomfortable with our playful banter and witty repartee'. He shuffled his big feet and lowered his furry eyebrow in boredom; "Wonder what's taking Red so long."

"You know Red he's kinda slow, It must take a lot of patience to spend so much time with him." I answered jokingly.

"Hey you Fella's are the ones that gotta live with him, You must use up all your patience just cleaning up after him." He replied, his big eyes filled with affection.

Gino gave me a sidelong look, I don't think he intended me to notice, "Well Lately he's taken some major steps to being a better man." What was that supposed to mean? Eventually Gino and I were going to have to discuss things. This coy hinting at knowing what kind of rabbits I was pulling out of my hat was becoming very annoying.

Hank looked confused, "Oh really How?"

"Oh nothing big," I covered quickly, "Besides I never had much patience to begin with. Patience is a virtue... and all I got was six deadly sins."

Hank laughed a deep laugh in his belly.

I joined him; "One more and I'll have a full set."

I jumped a little as Gino unexpectedly put his big arms around my neck and pulled me close to his solid chest, he daringly put one hand on my upper thy rubbing suggestively. "I keep trying to teach him the one he doesn't have yet...Lust..." I shrugged out of his alluring grasp. "But the little prude keeps turning me down." He flopped on the couch with a sigh crossing both meaty shaved legs in the air.

"Alright Hank let's motor." Red hollered as he hurtled down the stairs and toward the door.

"It was nice meeting you guys...," Hank hastily said before he was grabbed up in Red's big embrace and ushered to the door with one big confident hand firmly on his butt.

Gino and I both stared at the closed door for a good 5 minutes of contemplative silence. I started talking to Gino without either one of taking our curious gaze from the door, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"What" Gino answered in a bemused tone not averting his gaze either.

"That if Red and Hank are here...Who's protecting Poor little Daisy Duke back in Hazard county?"

Gino barked a laugh, "I knew the two of them together reminded me of someone!"

We both broke into a gale of laughter. Our hysteria took us to the floor and we laid beside each other still rolling in our mirth. Until in Typical Me fashion I broke the mood, "Gino can I ask you a question, There's something that been bothering me and I've been meaning to say something to you."

The blonde club kid got up and looked at me seriously. "I'll answer any question you got man," He extended his hand and helped me up, however he pulled me in tightly until I was eye to eye with him and his big arms were around my shoulders, "ON one condition."

"And what's that?" I asked surprised at the timidness in my own voice.

"You gotta dance with me." He smiled his charming player smile.

"I don't dance." I answered flatly.

"It's easy All you have to do is," He grabbed me hard, "Take a jump to the left." He jumped into the air pulling me with him. We landed and he saw I was still looking at him unimpressed. "...And then a step to the right." He kicked my leg out from under me and stretched both our calves to the side.

He paused obviously waiting for me to continue.

Against my better judgement for some reason I gave in "And then you put your hands on you hips and..."

Together we yelled, "Bring you knees in tight!"

"You do the Pelvic thrust...the one that drives you insane...Let's do the time warp again..."

The Italian stud and me hung out for the rest of the night and he was so entertaining that he managed to make me forget that Question I was going to ask him.

However I did take time to make a mental Check mark next to Eric's name on my to do list. I had a moment of regret that my Mission of justice was almost over. Gino and Eric done...2 down one to go. I wonder where Brain was anyway... •