But it was too late. Bruce had simply reached for any sort of handhold, and Chad’s erect cock was the nearest one. As his calloused hand closed around the base, Chad threw his head back into Bruno’s chest and let out an half agonized, half pleasured moan.
Bruno watched as the change tripled in speed; Chad’s head widening and flattening so his face stretched across his squaring shoulders, mouth snapping shut mid moan as it pulled taut over his distorting features. His eyes slowly moved apart so that he looked like a shark made of human flesh, his nose pulling closer to the flat plane of his rectangular surface, his ears sliding to the side faces of his body, and his arms fusing to his sides as his hands flapped and flitted about. All that was left were his wriggling toes and fingers, and his ejaculating cock.
Bruce stumbled backwards as ropes of cum covered him and Chad’s body wedged him in the stairwell.
“Son of a bitch, what did I tell you?” Bruno grunted from beneath Chad’s bulk. The mattress was still twitching and writhing with unexpelled pleasure, his eyes fluttering open to look up at Bruno helplessly through his now wet lashes.
Bruno was glad that Chad’s position covered his own slowly growing erection. His hands were still braced against the mattress’s backside, feeling as his plump ass cheeks slowly melted into the correct shape, leaving his winking asshole exposed to the world, and Bruno’s hands. Chad was glistening with sweat and panting, waiting for what the other two men would do with his helpless body.
“Okay, try and shimmy out, grab him from the bottom, and I’ll handle his top. And keep your paws off the merch this time.” Bruno growled.
Bruce shuffled as best he could, squishing Chad into himself, forcing out little groans and grunts that only served to milk more stiffness out of Bruno’s cock. He wondered if Chad could feel his hardness through the rough denim of his jeans.
Once Bruce was in place he gave an affirming grunt and lifted.
“Alright buddy, don’t worry, we got you.” Bruno said, lifting Chad as well. They made their way up the stairs slowly, awkwardly, as their hands sunk into Chad’s pliant form. He wasn’t quite as firm as a mattress should be yet, and his heavy breathing and shifting made it more difficult to haul him through a narrow passage. Once the reached the summit the stood him end up, squashing his toes against the carpet and leaving Chad to look around uselessly as the two caught their breath. He couldn’t really see without a neck. But he could feel that he still had a head of hair, to some extent— more like an ungainly puff of blond atop his zenith, and other features like his belly button and nipples remained. He tried to wiggle his body, resulting in an undulation that felt like he was doing a full body belly dance. Bruno braced him.
“Easy Chad. Let’s get you into place.”
Bruce moved out of sight into a room, and then gave an ‘okay!’
Bruno began walking Chad backwards through the doorway, so that their cocks were level with one another.
“I got it from here man. Thanks.” Bruno said, trying to mask the husk in his voice.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We’re good.”
Bruce seemed skeptical and waited a beat while Bruno continued his strange dance with the mattress boy, but shrugged and left after a short while. Once he was down the stairs Bruno paused. The sound of the downstairs front door shutting signaled him to gently lay Chad down onto the box springs of his bed, and then begin stripping.
He looked hungrily down at the mattress man and paused.