You Sunk My... (pt. 2)

Adam was relieved to miss, and even more so when Owen’s return volley failed to find its mark. He told himself they could use the time to plan, to find the loophole that would let them out of the trap they’d sprung, but all he really did was drool over his friend while the blonde casually tugged on and toyed with his impressive cock. The stroking wasn’t as frantic as the first time, though Owen still peppered the proceedings with descriptions of how good it felt and how much he loved his friend watching, letting the blushing brunette pick up the slack from his missing embarrassment. For his part, Adam kept squirming, trying to force himself back into his straight-stud demeanor, to smooth the fry from his voice and keep his hands still, but to no avail. And when he finally scored the next hit, they had much more pressing concerns. “J3? Fuck! Sorry, girl,” he said, his heart racing in anticipation of a fresh horror.

“Wonder what this’ll…be…” Owen paused, his eyes going wide as he gawked at the rigid organ in his fist. “FUCK! DUDE! MY DICK JUST SHRANK!”

“What?!” Adam was so focused on his friend’s cock that he didn’t even notice the shrill way he’d just shrieked. He wanted to deny it, both to appease his growing guilt and assuage the fears that he could soon share a similar fate, but the blonde’s rigid organ was noticeably smaller. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Owen gawked at the now-five-and-a-half inch cock in silence for a moment, his pecs heaving. There were still three hits left on the boat, and he struggled to wrap his head around just how much smaller it would get. “It’s not your fault,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s this stupid…”

“Let’s just quit! Fuck this shit,” Adam hissed. “I can’t sit here and keep doing this to you! At least let me tell you where my…”

“No,” Owen barked, interrupting. “You heard what this thing said. If one of us quits, we both get the worst of it. I’m not about to let you fuck yourself over for my sake, so don’t even think about it, bro,” he said, his tone stern. “I know you’re not doing this to me, just like I hope YOU know I’M not doing this to you. Whatever happens, I don’t blame you. Hell, I’m the one who took this fucking thing.”

“Maybe we can, like, fix it or whatever when we’re done, right? Maybe all this stuff goes away after the game ends?” Adam knew it wasn’t likely, but it was the only sliver of hope he had. He clung to it like a life preserver, especially when Owen scored a hit on his next turn. “About time you finally managed to hit me.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes to hide his fear, an emotion that was quickly replaced by embarrassment. “Oh…OH! Wow…this is…intense,” he whimpered, peeling out of his shirt before hopping to his feet and tearing out of his shorts and boxers. Naked and hard in front of his friend, Adam went purple with embarrassment when he thought about where things were headed. “I…I see what you mean,” he said, a coy hand landing on his sculpted pecs as he sat back down.

“Bro! Welcome to the club, dude,” Owen said with a short laugh, looking his friend up and down. “I’m not even into dick yet, but this view is pretty great,” he grinned, stroking his shortened cock. “I’ve actually jerked it to you before, dude. I never told you ‘cause I didn’t want to make it weird, but that shit gets me going. That time you fucked Liz while I was in the room? I’ve thought about what it would be like to be in her shoes so many times since then. That big fuckin’ cock of yours just givin’ it to me? Fuuuuck, dude,” Owen groaned, his face finally turning purple when he realized what he was saying. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into guys or anything…it’s just your dick I want…inside me…” he stammered. “Dude! Hurry up and take your shot so I stop talking! I can’t believe I’m saying any of this…”

Adam couldn’t either, and he didn’t know how to respond. It didn’t help that he was still grappling with his sudden exhibitionist streak, as well as the knowledge of what he was about to do to his friend after such an intimate admission. He hoped he was going to pick in the wrong direction. If he missed, it would buy them a little more time. If he hit, he was locked in. “J4,” he croaked, letting out a low groan when he saw Owen’s broad shoulders slump again. “No! Fuck!”

The blonde gasped as his cock lost another inch, leaving just the oozing head poking out above his fist. “Oooookay…that’s…getting tiny,” he sputtered. “Let’s just get this over with. G9,” he said, cutting off another one of his friend’s frantic apologies.

A part of Adam was glad that, like himself, Owen had locked in on one of his boats. He was less glad when the gut punch of lust made his untouched cock start oozing like a leaky faucet, his body rewiring itself to simmer at a constant level of arousal. “Jeeeeeeeesus,” he finally hissed, clutching the sides of his small tray table. “You did NOT adequately describe this part.”

“Dude, might as well just start jerkin’ it now,” Owen chuckled. He was actually surprised when Adam did, sounding like they were back on the field as he encouraged his friend. “Hell yeah! There’s my boy. You’re going to have to stroke it for both of us here pretty soon…my shit’s about to be more of a pinch than a pull.”

Adam bit his lower lip, dizzy from the lust and longing. “I…I…you know what? No. Fuck it. If we can’t quit, and we can’t cheat, there’s nothing that says I have to hit you on purpose. J1,” he said, purposely calling a wrong shot.

Before either of them could respond, the mechanical voice scraped back to life. “Gunner error. Auto-aim engaged. Launching volley. Ship has sustained critical damage.”

Adam gasped above the series of tinny explosions, a red marker apparating out of nowhere on the boat that Owen had already damaged. As was expected, the plastic peg punched a whole in the brunette’s remaining inhibitions, causing him to whimper and whine and purse his lips as he tugged on his balls and stroked his cock. The transition from modest to manic was so jarring that he almost missed what happened to Owen, how the blonde’s cock seemed to melt from its remaining four-and-a-half inches down to a meager two-and-a-half, the tiny nub and petite balls looking even smaller between the jock’s meaty thighs. But it was clear from his friend’s stunned expression that something else had shifted as well.

“Bitch! What. The. Fuck.” Owen spat, his body language shifting to match Adam’s. “You just sank, like, TWO of my boats! What the hell?! We said no cheating!”

“I wasn’t cheating! I just missed,” Adam said, blinking and shaking his head as he watched his hands go to town on himself. “And, like, it got me too! Fucking look at this! I’m so fucking turned on right now I feel like I’m going to pop. You are soooooo hot. Like, so hot. That cute little dick is driving me w-i-l-d,” Adam groaned. “I’m not joking, bitch. As soon as I can move I’m sucking that thing off your body.”

“Not if I get to that log first, daddy,” Owen purred, licking his lips. “I cannot wait for you to eat this pussy out and fuck me silly.”

“Too late for that last part,” Adam said with a shocked laugh. He was trying to wrap his head around what they must look like, a pair of sculpted, swishing studs, one tugging on a fat cock while the other tweaked a tiny nub between two fingers. They were already unrecognizable from the men they’d been, and Owen still had two boats left. Adam had three, but the tables could turn in an instant.

The tension mounted after a few more unsuccessful volleys. They were running out of spaces, increasing the likelihood that the endgame would kick off any moment. Adam knew that one of his boats would leave him with a stubby little micro-dick like his friend, and he didn’t want to think about what still lay in store for either of them. It was bad enough when he found himself howling and cumming like a fountain in front of Owen, whose miniature member spurted like a squirt gun in response.

“Omigoooood,” Adam groaned, wiping a sticky hand on his thigh. “That was, like, so hot and all, but, like, what’re we going to do,” he whined. “When this is over, I mean. How are we just supposed to like go about our lives or whatever?”

“What happened to ‘maybe it’ll all go back to normal’,” Owen asked.

“I mean if it doesn’t! We can’t just live like this, right?!” Adam’s plump pecs heaved when he thought about his flamboyant future, flaunting his body and fucking away his days as a desperate, scantily clad stud.

“It’s not really all that different, is it,” Owen shrugged. “Believe me, I’m not thrilled about it…but I think I can make this look good.”

“Well, yeah, obviously,” Adam said, waving a hand as he looked at his board. “G3.”

Owen’s statement was put to the test when his body suddenly shuddered and shrank, not on the vertical plane, but inward. Like his cock, the blonde’s buff body seemed to shed its outer layer of muscle, taking the broad-shouldered jock from “built” to “leanly muscled.” There was a pause as Owen blinked and prodded himself, his expression flat when he finally looked up. “I mean, are we surprised?”

“At your shitty luck? Yes! What the fuck,” Adam groaned. “Why can’t you hit me instead?!”

“Don’t worry…I know this isn’t your fault, but I’m still keeping track of aaaallllllll the ways you’re making this up to me when we’re done,” Owen sighed, missing his subsequent shot.

Adam wasn’t so lucky. He watched his friend go from a body that was still athletic to one that was merely toned, wishing more than anything that he could dart across the room and wrap his own still-muscled arms around the other man. Even with their filters missing, neither man said a word as they went back and forth. Owen continued his trend of missing again and again, while Adam eventually san yet another of his friend’s boats, as well as the blonde’s brawny body. The now-bigger brunette was horrified as he watched the other man’s brawny build steadily dwindle until, where once sat a strapping stud, now sat a slender, supple blonde, his softened body bearing only a hint of definition. Owen’s handsome features were more or less unchanged, though the lantern-jawed looks seemed slightly out of place above his lithe new shape.

“At least my dick looks a little bigger,” the former stud finally said. “And you’re fucking hotter than ever. Goddamn. I thought I’d be, like, jealous or whatever that you’re still all butch looking, but fuuuuuck me is that shit hot,” Adam groaned, biting his bottom lip. He seemed more intent on tweaking his tiny cock than prodding his shrunken limbs. “Hurry up and sink this last boat of mine so we can end this game before I ruin it,” he laughed, the sound missing any humor.

“Girl whatever,” Adam spat, his cock already surging back to life at the sight of his thinner friend. His attraction for the blonde had in no way diminished, and, like the other man, he was already thinking about how hot it would be to explore their new size dynamic. “Are you saying you only love me for my body?”

“Of course not,” Owen said, batting his eyes. “But if you’re asking whether or not I’d PREFER to play with that fat cock and those muscle titties of yours, the answer’s yes.”

Despite Owen’s eagerness, the last thing Adam wanted to do was seal his friend’s fate. “What do we think the last change is going to be?”

“Ohhhh, I have some guesses,” the blonde sighed. “None of them are pleasant.”

“Do you think the game is making me, like, go hard on you ‘cause you took it,” Adam asked.

“Bitch, please. I could make a comeback,” the blonde scoffed. “Game’s not over. Maybe I’m just holding back for a dramatic ending?”

Adam’s next shot proved his friend wrong. “C8,” he said, his stomach dropping at the sound of the tinny explosion. It was officially the endgame, only a matter of minutes until he found out whether or not he’d be stuck the way he was, and whether Adam would be stuck however he ended up. That question became all the more pressing when he watched his friend shrink by a few inches. “Baby…did you just…”

Owen swallowed hard and nodded. “I figured it would either be that or this,” he said, tapping the side of his head. “Guess there’s worse ways to end up than a cute little twink.”

“I hate this! I fucking hate this,” Adam whimpered. “It HAS to be the game fucking with you,” he said when Owen missed again. “There’s no way you can be this…” he trailed off when he saw the blonde’s resigned expression, lobbing another shot that stole a few more inches. Owen’s feet actually pulled up from the ground when Adam’s third hit landed, his friend having lost nearly a foot in height by that point. But, just when he’d thought the game was essentially over, the buff brunette received a harsh reality check. For the first time in many, many rounds, Owen actually landed a hit. For a moment, Adam was actually excited for his friend, until the room seemed to shift around him. He gasped and frantically looked down at himself, staring for several moments before he realized what happened. Though he looked more or less the same from his own perspective, he’d just dropped a few inches. “Oh…whoa…that’s…that’s a lot,” he sputtered.

“At least you’ll still be taller than me,” Owen shrugged, nodding at Adam to continue. He took a deep breath as he officially fell below the five-foot mark, now fully looking like the dainty twink he’d become. He didn’t waste any time before taking his own turn, his mouth watering at how much larger Adam’s seven inches looked as it loomed off a 5’6” frame instead of the brunette’s formerly flat six feet. The rest of his friend’s athletic proportions appeared unchanged, and from Owen’s diminished perspective Adam looked every bit as big and built as before, but he knew that, if he wasn’t in the room himself, the other man would likely be the shortest guy present.

“This is it,” the brunette said, his voice shaking. “What if this, like…what if we’re really stuck like…”

“Girl! What. Are. You. Waiting. For,” Owen hissed, clapping his dainty new hands between each word. “There’s only one way to find out, so let’s fucking find out already.” He sighed when Adam finally took his shot, the familiar tingle telling him he’d lost another handful of inches. He had no idea just how small he’d become, but he knew the reduction was significant. It also seemed to be permanent. They both held their breath for several long moments, waiting for the game to chime in or say something, but after the last garbled explosion ended there was only silence. Owen tested things by hopping to his feet, fighting the wave of dizziness that washed over him as he took one tentative step, then another, and then threw himself into his friend’s still-solid arms. “Guess the game’s over. You sunk my…”

“Don’t you fucking say it bitch,” Adam grunted, leaning in for a kiss.

**********

“Ohhhhh fuck, bro…that pussy feels so good,” Adam groaned, his hands latched onto Owen’s perky little bubble as the blonde bounced on his lap. The shrunken former-stud hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he wanted to play with the brunette’s cock and muscle tits, as he currently impaled himself on one and eagerly toyed with the other. “Yeah bro…take this fat, thick cock…bro…” Adam trailed off in a giggle, leaning in for a kiss. “Sorry baby…it’s, like, sooooo weird to talk like that now.”

“But it’s so hot,” Owen whined, pouting.

Even after several weeks, Adam still struggled to wrap his head around the fact that the petite little blonde sticking his lower lip out was once a hung, straight, strapping stud. “Then let Jeremy do it next time he comes over. ‘Bro’, ‘pussy’, and ‘fuck’, are like the only three words he knows.”

Owen blushed, his expression going bashful. “Yeah, I know, it’s just…it still feels so weird being around those guys,” he said. “It’s, like, not so bad when it’s you and me, but they…”

“I know,” Adam interrupted, sharing his friend’s embarrassment. Reality hadn’t changed to match the men they’d become once the game ended, at least not entirely, meaning that the rest of the world treated them like they’d had some kind of unfortunate accident. Everyone still remembered the men they’d been, making their transformation into a pair of eager exhibitionists all the more jarring. It was bad enough for Adam as an overly-hung, overly-horny 5’6” stud, but it was another story entirely for Owen’s lithe, 4’9” frame. As long as he kept his mouth shut, the brunette could still pass as a compact version of his hunky self, while the blonde had become a total stranger. In truth, so had Adam, as his slightly oversized cock had a habit of springing to life in the presence of his former peers, and he couldn’t stop himself from commenting on how attractive he found them, as well as all the things he wanted them to do to him. In some ways the behavior was even more jarring coming from him since he still almost looked like the man everyone knew, whereas Owen had more of a fresh start. Unsurprisingly, a large chunk of the men in their social circle had faded away, but the altered pair had been delighted to discover that plenty of their more open-minded, adventurous associates remained, to say nothing of the new friends they’d started to make.

The problem was largely within themselves. Like everyone else, they didn’t lose the memories of the men they’d been. Owen still wasn’t anywhere near used to the sensation of scampering around the apartment in nothing but a pair of tiny panties at most, regardless of who was over, flaunting his diminished endowment as he danced and listened to pop music and watched makeup tutorial videos instead of watching sports and listening to metal. He knew he’d become a flamboyant caricature, an embodiment of stereotypes, but that knowledge didn’t allow him to alter his behavior. The same went for Adam, whose still-sculpted frame was now clad in jockstraps or bikini briefs most of the time, and whose muscle still didn’t make up for the way he now had to look up at everyone, just like his friend. That same muscle also served as salt in the wound since, though it looked the same proportionally, there was actually less of it. Despite outward appearances, Adam wasn’t as strong as he’d been before, something he was reminded of every time he hooked up with a man who now inevitably towered over him. He wasn’t any more used to being manhandled and tossed around than Owen was, but he did enjoy it just as much as his shrunken friend. To the slender blonde, Adam was still a buff jock; to the rest of the world, he was closer to a cute twunk.

All things considered, both of the altered men knew it could have been worse. They were still healthy and capable. They could still leave the apartment and interact with the world, even if those interactions had changed or were shortened by their new difficulty staying clothed. And they were still happy, or at least learning how to get there. Owen was discovering the joys of letting go and embracing his new size, while Adam was quickly adapting to his new role as a hung little muscle bottom. Except where his friend was concerned.

“Oh fuck, babe…I’m gonna bust…” Owen whined, rolling his hips faster. “Yes…yessssss…yeeuuhhnnhhssss…” he cried, his voice going shrill as his tiny cock spurted a meager load onto Adam’s abs.

The brunette knew the size of his friend’s load was in no way indicative of how it felt, as evidenced by the way the bouncing blonde shuddered and went limp on his lap. He actually loved watching the shrunken equipment erupt, just like he loved putting the whole petite package in his mouth, or staring at the tiny lump it made in his friend’s skimpy new underwear. Like everything else about the former stud, it had become cute. “That looked like fun,” Adam purred, knowing that to point out specifics about Owen’s altered equipment would only embarrass the blonde. To their credit, none of the guys ever mocked the former jock’s eager new endowment, and the shrunken man seemed to enjoy the occasional edge of condescension in their voice.

“It feels fucking fabulous,” Owen sighed, still squirming. “But I do kind of miss being a big shooter.”

“Got you…covered…” Adam grunted, leaning in for a kiss as he fell over the edge and pumped load after load into his friend.

“I hope Jeremy literally covers me later,” Owen grinned when Adam finally broke off the kiss. “Boy’s cock is like a super soaker.”

“And all that hair? Fuck,” the panting brunette chuckled. “Never thought I’d actually, like, get hard over a fuzzy dude.” He shifted his friend off his lap before wrapping his arms around him and pulling them both down onto the couch. Given their shrunken sizes, they could easily lay in a tangled heap on the sofa. “Does that mean you feel like company tonight after all?”

Owen blushed and nodded, surprised that the thought of prancing around in his panties in front of his former gym buddies made his stomach flutter more than it filled him with dread. “Think we can talk them into another night of strip arm-wrestling with each other?”

Adam let out a loud laugh and gave Owen’s rear a squeeze. “You and your games,” he grinned, going in for another kiss.