Sorry about the lateness and the shortness, but here's the latest addition to the story!
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As he was walking back to his chair, Larry was overcome with vertigo. He stumbled for a moment, but managed to catch himself before he could fall over
"What's wrong?" Wilson asked, leaving his can of beer behind as he came to his friend's aid.
"It's nothing man," Larry quickly replied, before coughing into his sleeve. "I'm just feeling a... a little lightheaded is all." Neither of the two men in the cabin found it strange that Larry's deep and husky voice had become soft and sweet, after all, why should they? Larry had always been a soprano rather than a baritone.
"Are you sure about that?" Wilson asked, tapping one of his friend's now-narrow shoulders.
For the first time in his life, Larry had to look up, way up, instead of down to see Wilson's face. As he did, Wilson was struck by the softness of his friend's face. How had he never noticed those warm eyes, or the those round cheekbones?
"Y-yes," Larry replied, his cheeks flush as he suddenly noticed just how tall his friend was. It seemed a bit odd at first, after all, he was 6'4". He should have had towered over Wilson, not the other way around. But no, that wasn't right. Larry had been a lowly 5'2" ever since the 5th grade, which meant that there was nothing weird about having to crane his neck just to see his friend's face. Looking at Wilson that stirred something inside of Larry, as if he was looking at his friend for the first time. A warmth began to build up in his groin, one that was at once familiar and radically different. It was like an inverted erection, going down and in instead of up and out. Larry shuddered for a moment as a sudden rush of ecstasy flowed through him, rewiring his body and his mind. He hardly felt it as the source of his masculine pride was drawn into his body, leaving a pair of fleshy folds in its wake.
As this was happening, Wilson was struck by the memory of the moment when he and Larry had first met; It was Frosh week. Wilson, fresh out of high school and having been abandoned by his friends, decided to go to one of the many frat parties taking place on campus. Right outside one of the Frat houses, he had accidentally bumped into a veritable mountain of muscle who later introduced himself as...
That last scene replayed itself in Wilson's mind, only this time the mountain was gone, replaced by a petite figure who had introduced himself, no, herself, as...
"Wilson?" a melodic voice inquired, interrupting his flashback. Something clicked at the back of his mind when he looked at the adorable face in front of him.
"What is it?" He replied.
"You zoned out there," the woman asked, "is everything alright?"
"Just a little headache is all," Wilson said, rubbing his temples as tried to find the missing piece of his memory. He didn't notice that the woman next to him was facing a similar dilemma, but was doing a much better job of hiding it from her... friend was it?
How had they met again exactly? She remembered a night, just over a year ago, at Phi Kappa house. She'd been there with her brot-sisters looking for recruits for their Fr-Sororiety when she'd spotted an aimless Frosh trying to get in... But then her mind went blank. What else had happened that night? Or ones that followed it?
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Updates are going to be coming in a lot slower for the next while on the account of papers and finals. I'm aiming for once a week at the moment, but we'll see about that.
Coming Up Next: More developments downstairs, IF you know what I mean.