Both men were so overcome with lust that they couldn't control themselves. Dylan wasn't gay, but his body had just been flooded with an obscene amount of testosterone. He had no control over his hormones, and quickly dropped to his knees to start pleasuring Evan. And Evan did not stop him. Dylan went for Evan's waistband, but it was too tight to even think about removing them.
"Hold on," he said in a new, deep voice, as he grabbed Evan's sweatpants and ripped them off using his newfound strength. Now free, Evan's massive dick could become fully erect. Dylan's eyes widened. His own was just as big, but seeing it up close like this was incredible. It didn't take long before his mouth was stuffed and he was going to town. Evan held Dylan's head in place and his toes curled when Dylan reached up and started massaging his hairy pecs.
Completely lost in ecstasy, Dylan and Evan took turns for hours, releasing the pent up testosterone and sexual desires their new bodies had. Eventually, the two passed out and woke up the next morning.
"Crazy night," Dylan said as he scratched his abs. "What are we supposed to do about clothes?" he asked Evan.
"Nothing in this house will fit me, but I'm sure some of my dad's clothes will fit you now. At least well enough for you to go out and get us some new clothes that fit." Evan's parents always left him some cash for food when they wen't away. "You can just grab the cash on the counter downstairs. I'm going to take a shower. Take whatever clothes and shoes you need from my dad's closet." Evan got up and went into the bathroom, his massive cock swinging between his legs as he walked away from Dylan.
Dylan got to work looking for clothes. He went into Evan's dad's closet and found an XL shirt that was a bit tight, but worked, a pair of basketball shorts, and a pair of size 10.5 boots that were a tight squeeze. He grabbed the clothes and went back to Evan's room to get dressed. He put on the shirt and shorts and saw himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous, but it was only temporary. Dylan then realized that he had forgotten socks. Instead of borrowing Evan's dad's, Dylan would just borrow a pair of Evan's. He opened the top drawer of Evan's dresser, looking for socks, but instead found a small vial with a sip of liquid in it.
Dylan could sense what it was immediately: the very potion that had made him so much better. Evan was saving one last sip. Was it for himself? Somebody else? Dylan didn't care. He loved being an alpha male, and overcome with desire, wanted to be bigger than Evan, so that Evan would have to worship him. Dylan wanted the hair, the muscles, the height, the massive dick, all of it. He grabbed the vial and drank the last sip of potion.