Big & Small, ch. 2 (vignette)

“Gotta be honest, I’m kinda surprised you invited me out here.”

Owen smirked, the curl of his lips and a slight tilt of his head the only response he gave for several moments. He let the silence hang, knowing full well how uncomfortable it made the other man. Since his arrival, Mike had seemed shaky and nervous in a way he’d never seen from the brunette jock before, though the current circumstances were nothing like their previous dynamic. “Gotta be honest, I’m kinda surprised you came,” Owen finally said, making a show of flexing his bicep as he took a pull from his beer. With his chiseled pecs and powerful arms hanging exposed through a draping, open-sided muscle shirt, the dark-haired hunk occupied a role formerly reserved for the squirming stud seated across the bar.

It wasn’t that Mike had become any less impressive. The varsity dreamboat was every bit as infuriatingly attractive as he’d always been. Thick chocolate mop, bright blue eyes, plump lips, dimpled chin, perfect stubble; Mike’s arrogance hadn’t formed in a vacuum. It had been crafted by his superior genetics and then honed through countless hours of moving heavy objects, each rep cementing the foundation of his smug demeanor. He was sculpted, tapering, and hung, the clinging clothing straining around his six-foot frame a constant reminder to everyone of his athletic achievements. Mike had plenty of reasons to be proud of those achievements, and Owen wouldn’t have held simple pride against the other man, but the issue was one of moderation. The handsome jock hadn’t stopped at being proud of himself; he’d reached the conclusion that his body made him better than everyone else, above the rules that applied to mere mortals. The chocolate-haired hunk held a specific resentment for short, smaller men like Owen had once been, a lure that the now-strapping stud knew his former tormentor would be unable to resist.

“Are you kidding,” Mike said with a short laugh. He took a long drag from his own beer, letting out a loud belch as he eyed the Mediterranean meathead. “You disappear for the whole spring semester…summer too…then pop back up in the fall looking like that? With a house like this? Fuckin’ jacked AND loaded? What the fuck, bro?”

“Awww, you missed me?” Owen cooed.

“I missed having someone to…” Mike trailed off, catching himself before he brought up the fact that he’d shoved, kicked the other man’s chair, slapped the books out of his hands, pulled his pants down in busy hallways, and generally tormented his host on a daily basis. “I’m just sayin’...it was pretty obvious without someone in the room to make the rest of us look stupid.”

Owen grinned again. “You didn’t need me for that.”

“Fuck off,” Mike grunted, returning the other man’s smile. “Look at you gettin’ all mouthy now that you’re ripped.”

“Can’t help but notice you let me get away with it,” Owen shrugged.

This time Mike’s laugh was loud and genuine. “I know when I’m beat, bro. You’ve got four inches on me and a whole bunch’a weight. Speaking of…I’m going to need some of that secret sauce.”

“Growth spurt.” Owen flexed a hulking arm, feeling a punch of vertigo despite all of his preparations. Seeing a look of actual jealousy on Mike’s face was more impactful than he’d imagined. “Is that really all it was,” he asked before the brunette could recover. Beneath the envy, he’d seen a similar sense of shock lurking in the other man’s eyes. “You guys…Trace, Noah, and everyone else…the reason you constantly picked on me was just because you’re…you were…bigger?”

Mike blushed and looked away. “I mean…part of it, yeah,” he said, sounding defensive. “That’s just how this shit goes, right? Bigger guys picked on me when I was scrawny.”

“You mean when you were an actual child,” Owen interjected. “You haven’t been scrawny in a long time.”

“Dude, look…it’s not personal. It’s just pecking order shit or whatever. Some people are on top, some people are on the bottom. I don’t make the rules, man. And, hey, you clearly got an upgrade, so it’s not like you’ll have to worry about it,” Mike chuckled nervously.

Owen couldn’t help but notice the distinct lack of an apology. Not that he’d expected one. Any sort of repentance on the brunette’s part might have actually hindered his plans, potentially causing an ill-timed bout of guilt that the dark-haired hunk didn’t need. What Owen needed at the moment was to focus. Obscured beneath the bar, the ring on his finger emitted a dull purple glow as he stared at the squirming jock, a map of glowing lines and channels superimposing itself on top of the brunette’s brawny frame. The seemingly random conglomeration was like a palmistry chart on a whole-body scale, an indecipherable collection of etches, notches, and branching paths that covered Mike from head-to-toe like luminescent scars. Each mark represented an aspect of the other man’s life as it was, is, and would be, a language of destiny that Owen had learned to read. And write. Looking back, the inflated hunk realized he’d been swinging a sledgehammer during those first attempts at using the ring, acting on instinct and impulse and letting the jewel interpret the desired results. In the months since, he’d learned how to wield a scalpel, now able to make subtle adjustments with surgical precision instead of the broad strokes he’d used with Noah and Trace. The heavy-handed approach was certainly still an option, the olive-hued Adonis could have simply mashed Mike through whatever filter he desired like putty, but a more refined approach required less energy.

It also drew less attention, a bit of strategy that would be increasingly important going forward. The last thing Owen needed to do was bring the Liberty Legion down on himself, so, while he’d luckily been able to fly under the radar with Trace and Noah, he couldn’t just create a house of hunky little himbos. There’d be too many loose ends, too many gaping holes in the fabric of reality that he didn’t yet have the power to mend. He wasn’t Seductra, afterall; he was merely continuing Her work.

It simply meant he’d have to get creative. Instead of just willing Mike into a horny, cock-hungry frenzy cold turkey, something that would have been a jarring, needle-off-the-record shift, all Owen had to do was find the right line and give it a little nudge in another direction. He wasn’t changing the length of the line. He wasn’t stunting it or starting a new one. He was simply altering its trajectory, leaving everything about the world exactly as it was, save for Mike’s perception of it. Now, the athletic brunette’s memories of horsing around in the showers and his years of naked locker room romps would carry a decidedly different weight, creating a gulf of unrelieved tension soon to be in desperate need of release.

The effects were immediate. Mike’s gaze went from bashful during their discussion of the brunette’s bullying, to suddenly sharp and focused as they landed on Owen’s strapping frame and stayed there. As a test, the olive-skinned stud gave a few subtle flexes of various muscles, his pecs, a forearm, his shoulders, noting as the other man’s eyes caught each one. He knew that Mike likely hadn’t realized the change yet, but he knew how to help speed things along.

“Guess you’re right,” Owen said, forcing a cheerful tone. “Don’t have to worry about being smaller than you guys now, do I?” He slid off his stool before Mike could respond, clapping the brunette on the shoulder. “Come on…we got sidetracked by the beer. I’ll finish giving you the tour. Dude, just wait til you see the gym.” Owen led Mike out of the kitchen and back through the spacious first floor, his huge bare feet pattering on the smooth floors as they strolled down the stairs to the lower level. He constantly caught the increasingly flustered jock in the act of checking him out, and he could only guess what the other man was thinking. He knew Mike’s head must be spinning every time the other man had to look up to meet his former victim’s eyes, and how much smaller the handsome hunk’s brawny body looked in his tight t-shirt and joggers compared to the dark-haired hulk’s tiny nylon shorts and loose muscle shirt. Owen had expected an ogling either way, but it was clear that Mike’s eyes had gone from objective to hungry, as evidenced by the way the other man started to linger on his shifting, granite globes and stuffed bulge.

“This place just keeps going, doesn’t it,” Mike said with an impressed whistle. The lower level was just as wide and well-appointed as the ground floor, but instead of a sprawling kitchen there was a dedicated bar area at one end, a theater in the middle, and what looked like a luxury gym behind a glass wall at the far side. As if that wasn’t enough, a posh patio and large pool loomed through the clear walls that could slide open to make it all a connected space, the display of wealth further disorienting the broke college student.

Owen shrugged. “Didn’t even know I had a great-uncle, let alone a loaded one.” His smile grew as they stepped into the gym and he saw their reflection in the mirrored wall. Mike’s eyes were latched onto his meaty bubble instead of the opulent surroundings, and they stayed there as he motioned around at the collection of machines, racks, benches, and barbells. “This is the best part, honestly. I like to pop into a regular gym every now and then just so I don’t take it for granted. Never have to wait for a machine, and I don’t have to feel weird checking myself out.” Owen casually shucked his shirt and broke into a series of poses in the mirror, biting back a laugh at Mike’s stunned expression.

“Dude, you are new at this,” the jock chuckled, finally regaining some measure of composure. His gym-born reflexes were kicking in, and he followed the now-bigger man’s lead by peeling out of his t-shirt and breaking into a double-bicep pose. “Showing off in front of everyone is part of the fun.” It was the response Owen had been hoping for. While he genuinely enjoyed the view of Mike’s chiseled, tapering torso, complete with its chocolate dusting across the impressive pecs and trim trail peeking up from the elastic of the jock’s underwear, it was the glowing lattice he focused on. One of the lines lit up as the other man talked about showing off, saving Owen the effort of having to look for it. Unlike with the earlier shift, he didn’t change the direction of the line but instead added a few branching paths, connecting it with the line he’d changed before, as well as the strands related to all things arousing. Now, Mike wouldn’t just have fun showing off, he’d have a hard time keeping his clothes on at all. “Fuck…this is so wild, man,” the brunette said, shaking his head. “You used to be so scrawny, but now you’re…” he trailed off, blushing from head to toe as he just barely caught himself from an embarrassing admission.

“I can see how someone would enjoy this,” Owen purred, turning to face Mike directly as he flexed. The other man opened and closed his mouth a few times in a failed attempt at speech, clearly overwhelmed by the new desires coursing through him. “Do the other guys look at you the way you’re looking at me?”

Mike went a brighter shade of red. “Som…sometimes. Guess I never…really thought about it before…” he stammered, being either oblivious to his longing expression or unable to stop himself from openly looking Owen up and down. His eyes once again landed on the bigger man’s stuffed bulge, a silence lingering as he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring.

“That got bigger too,” Owen finally grunted, giving his plump package a squeeze. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at the way Mike absently licked his lips, asking, “wanna see it?”

“What? No! Dude, don’t…don’t be weird.” Mike’s feeble protests were countered by the twitching in the front of his joggers, his hesitation fading almost immediately. “I mean…unless you want to. It’s your house,” he shrugged, failing miserably at his attempt to appear disinterested.

“Nah, that’s okay. I don’t want to make it weird,” Owen said, reaching for his discarded shirt as he spoke.

“Wait! Don’t, uh, don’t listen to me. It’s just us, right? Whip the big boy out and let’s see it,” Mike said, his plump pecs rising and falling faster than he seemed to be aware of.

Owen grinned and hooked his thumbs in the waist of his shorts, inching them down before stopping. “Actually…you’ve seen it already. Remember that time in the hallway when you pulled my pants AND underwear down in front of everyone? I think it’s only fair that I see yours first.”

“What?! Come on, dude. I told you, that was just us messing around. It wasn’t…it wasn’t personal,” Mike sputtered again.

“Really? That looks kind of personal,” Owen grinned, nodding at the outline of the other man’s rigid cock in his joggers. “We can all clearly see it. Might as well give us the full show.” His stomach fluttered as he watched Mike’s facial journey, the conflicting desires playing out on the blushing jock’s changing expression. He knew Mike’s straight guy reflex would be to pull away, that whipping out his hard cock for another man wasn’t the kind of showing off he normally engaged in, but, at the same time, it was suddenly all he wanted to do.

“I…I don’t…” Even as Mike spoke, his trembling hands were drifting down his abs. “Fine. It’s only fair. But you DID make it weird, bro,” he said with an awkward chuckle as he pushed his joggers and boxer-briefs down. The fit brunette’s fat cock shot free like a sprung mousetrap, the long, thick organ topping out at just under seven inches with a pair of appropriately hefty balls underneath. Mike initially left his bottoms around his muscled thighs, already more than he needed to do to simply his expose his eager organ, but then he pushed them all the way down. Acting on a new impulse, he stepped out of his shoes and slipped them off entirely, standing fully naked in front of the other man. “Happy,” he asked, spreading his arms and turning in a slow circle.

“Very,” Owen nodded, watching the network of lines light up until Mike looked like a city viewed from a satellite. As worked up as he was, the other man was unintentionally doing the hard work for him, his desires calling themselves out as they sparked and surged within him. Now Owen could go to work in earnest. He covered his ringed hand with the other to hide the glow as he twisted and pruned the shimmering vines. A stunted line here, a thickened one there, a different direction for some, and plenty of spiraling, interwoven new branches resulted in a Mike who’d be starting from scratch in the bedroom. Once a smug top, the former ladies man was now an eager, desperate bottom, no longer a confident, commanding partner but a submissive hole just waiting to be taken by all the men he suddenly found so attractive, and for whom he wanted to show off every inch of his impressive body. Shifting from the internal to the external, Owen clipped the line of Mike’s stamina while lengthening the one related to how fast he recharged, as well as the line that dictated how much fluid the jock produced. The brunette would be a hair trigger squirt gun going forward, popping off again and again and making a sticky mess of his muscled frame in moments, especially considering he now sported a hole that had been both elasticized and made more sensitive. “Do you always get this excited around the other boys,” Owen asked with a smug grin. Though he felt like he’d been reading and rewriting the other man for hours, it had all taken place in the span of a few seconds. The only external signs of the alterations at the moment were the way Mike now squirmed and shifted his weight, and how the jock’s throbbing cock had started to furiously ooze, though there would be more to come.

The naked jock shook his head, his eyes wide as he looked down at his leaking equipment. “No, never. I don’t know what…what this is…”

“I think I have an idea,” Owen sighed. “And I think it’s adorable, really. All that time you spent trying to get my attention? I just couldn’t see it for what it really was. And now here we are, just you and me, alone in this house. I’m glad you’re still so into me, even if I look a bit different,” he said, running a hand along the expansive shelf of his pecs.

“But…but that…I wasn’t…I…I don’t think I was…” Mike started to stammer.

“So do you not want me to do this, then?” Owen reached out and ran a finger along the side of Mike’s shaft, eliciting both a shudder and a whimper.

“Fuuuuuck,” the brunette groaned, his perky rear dimpling as he tensed. “I…I feel like I’m about to pop already.”

“Go ahead,” Owen shrugged. “Maybe it’ll help clear your head? I’ll even give you something to look at.” He watched as Mike turned purple with embarrassment, the brunette’s head undoubtedly spinning as the sensation only caused his cock to ooze harder. Owen felt a surge of triumph as he slowly shucked his shorts and briefs while the other man stared at him and started stroking, lasting only a few pumps before blasting like a wailing shotgun.

“Oh…oh fuck…that…that barely took the edge off,” Mike panted. The release appeared to have its intended effect, though not enough to influence the jock’s new behavior. “What the fuck am I even doing? Am I really jerkin’ it to another dude?”

“WITH another dude,” Owen corrected, tugging his own ten-inch club to life. The meaty organ acted as a beacon for Mike’s attention and easily outsized the other man’s, though that only added fuel to the jock’s fire. “But if you want to take things a step further and jump to jerking off another dude, I won’t stop you,” he purred.

Mike bit his lower lip as he stared back and forth between them. The hesitation only lasted a moment before he stepped over and grabbed Owen’s thick member, gliding the cum-slick hand along the bigger man’s wide shaft with a look of pure wonder on his face. Mike was finally meeting the desperate need he hadn’t even been aware of until just now, that had been gnawing at him his whole life. Like a blind man given the gift of sight, he looked at Owen through new eyes, feeling like an inexperienced virgin all over again. “Dude…this is so wild…you feel so…so good,” he moaned.

“Feel free to explore,” Owen said, his tone and smile both gentle. He wasn’t surprised when Mike dropped to his knees a moment later, the pretty-boy star athlete suckling on his thick cock like a newborn cub.

“Why did I…how did I…never notice how much I wanted to…” Mike sputtered between mouthfuls. “What have I even…been doing…”

“The real question is…what do you want to do now,” Owen asked, running a hand through the kneeling jock’s soft, wavy hair.

“I…dude…I think…I think I want you to fuck me,” Mike said. His expression went from wide-eyed shock to a bashful grin when the words registered, his whole body vibrating with excitement as Owen hauled him to his feet and guided him over to a nearby bench. There wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation when he dropped down onto his back and hefted his legs into the air, only the desperate, aching need to have the bigger man inside him. “Wait…is this…is this going to hurt,” he managed to ask as he rested his legs on Owen’s shoulders.

“You’ll do just fine,” the grinning hunk cooed, slowly working his cum-slick monster inside.

Mike howled. He couldn’t help it. As soon as the other man slipped inside, it was like Owen pressed a button that simultaneously lit up every single pleasure center he had. And while there was a tightness that bordered on discomfort, his friend was right, as the pain he’d expected failed to materialize. Even that mild discomfort vanished after a few moments, letting the penetrated pretty-boy focus on other things instead, like how the wiry hair dusting Owen’s muscle felt so good tickling his sensitive undersides. As his untouched cock erupted all over his chest and face, all Mike could do was let his head fall back and hang over the edge of the bench, losing himself to the ecstasy. When the sauna door at the far end of the room opened a few minutes later and a pair of figures emerged, his initial reaction was one of embarrassment. As had happened earlier when exposing his rigid member, instead of making him want to stop, the thought of being caught while having his brains fucked out by another man only turned him on even more. It didn’t hurt that the naked duo was incredibly jacked, but, as the two men approached, Mike realized things weren’t entirely as they seemed. He’d first thought it was simply due to his disorienting perspective, that the men looked funny because he had his head hanging over the edge and viewed the world upside down. As they drew closer, though, he realized they actually were too short, too wide, with faces that were too familiar.

“Perfect timing, boys,” Owen cooed. “I’m sure you remember Mike?”

“Bro! You’re here! That’s, like, fuckin’ awesome, man,” Noah cheered, tilting his bald head to meet Mike’s gaze as best he could.

“I haven’t seen you in, like, forever, dude,” Trace said, rubbing the brunette’s sticky chest. “Forgot how fuckin’ hot you were, man! Goddamn! Noah! Did you remember, like, how fuckin’ hot he was?”

The bald bruiser shook his head. “Bro, I don’t even remember when we looked like that,” he laughed. “Check out that dick! Fuck, dude, nice piece,” he said to Mike, giving his own squat member a tug. “Ours are all, like, short and fat and shit now. Look at this,” he laughed, wagging his stocky organ. “Still work though! Wanna see?”

“Noah…? Trace…? What…what the fuck happened to you two? What…what is this…” Mike groaned, the ample color draining from his face. He’d thought Trace and Noah had simply dropped out and moved away, an unquestioning assumption held by everyone, but here they were. Their once-lean, athletic frames had been squished like taffy and they sounded like they’d been sucking on helium, to say nothing of the words they spoke with their altered voices.

“Do you really want me to stop and explain,” Owen asked, slowing his thrusts.

“No! Don’t…don’t stop…” Mike begged, needing completion more than an explanation at the moment. He knew something impossible had happened, was happening, but, as he arched his back and his pecs bounced from Owen’s hammering hips and he came all over himself in front of everyone, he felt a soul-satisfying contentment the likes of which he’d never experienced before. He lost himself to the flow of it, to his lips on Noah’s, to Trace’s tongue against his own. The pair pawed at him as he writhed, tweaking his nipples, tugging on his cock, and taking turns stretching his upside-down mouth with their pudgy organs. When they’d finally finished, Mike found himself on the floor in a sticky heap with his altered friends, their squat bodies pressing against him like a pair of boulders.

“That was fuckin’ siiiiiick, bro,” Noah giggled, leaning in for another kiss.

“Dude! You’re, like, a fuckin’ champ at takin’ that dick,” Trace added. “Can you, like, believe how fuckin’ stupid we were?! Got us out there bangin’ chicks when we could’ve been doin’ this the whole time, bro! What the fuck?!”

“Guys…what…what happened to you,” Mike croaked, finally finding his voice again.

“I did,” Owen said as he reached down to help the sticky jock to his feet.

Mike took the offered hand, a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach. “But…what does that even mean? You did this? How?!”

“Where do you think all this size came from,” Owen grinned, motioning to his naked bulk. “I had a pair of generous donors.”

“Look alive, bro. He means us,” Noah said, puffing out his sticky pecs.

“Yeah dude, we, like, let him have it,” Trace nodded. “He looks soooo hot with it.”

“But that…that doesn’t make any sense! Look at yourselves! Listen! Why would you…how could you…”

“Why are you getting so worked up? Do they seem unhappy,” Owen asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do YOU feel unhappy right now?”

“No, I…oh…oh god…” Mike gasped, his eyes going wide. “What did you do?! Are you going to do…that…to me, too?”

“No, not at all,” Owen said, his tone gentle as he stepped forward and put his hands on Mike’s shoulders. “I got more than enough muscle from these two, and I don’t think we need them getting any bigger either, do you? The little meatheads are a handful already. I don’t think we need anything so dramatic in your case.”

“In my case? What the fuck does that mean?! What are you…” Mike broke off in a sharp gasp, a sudden tingling erupting from his lower half. In his periphery he could see a strange glow coming from the ring on Owen’s finger, but he was much more focused on how the other man suddenly seemed to grow. “Fuck! What the fuck did you just dooooOOOHHHHH SHIT!” Mike felt like he’d been punched in the stomach when Owen stepped away, letting him see his altered body in the mirror. The tingling he’d felt made sense when he saw the wide, stocky new thighs he sported, along with the meaty, oversized globes that had replaced his formerly-proportional ass. Equally alarming was the growth spurt that had taken place between those thighs, as the cock twitching to life looked like it had nearly doubled in size, along with the churning orbs underneath. “WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!” he roared, wincing when he took a step and felt his inflated rear ripple.

“Gave you what you wanted,” Owen said, his tone still gentle. “I could tell how much you liked being smaller than me, so I took four inches from your legs. It’ll be easier at 5’8” than six foot, and it gave me some extra mass to play around with. There’s a lot of meat packed in four inches when you’re not putting it on someone else, so I was able to thicken those thighs and give you an ass that’ll drive everyone wild. Now you’re, quite literally, made for taking dick. And, speaking of, you told me how much you liked to show off, so now you’ve really got a piece to wave around. Not many eleven-inchers in that locker room, I’m guessing.”

Mike didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, he knew none of it made sense, that it should have been impossible. And, even if he could somehow wrap his head around what just happened, he felt like he shouldn’t have been agreeing with Owen. As he looked at his altered reflection in the mirror, his untouched, tapering torso now resting on a thick, squat foundation, he knew he should have been horrified. He’d lost four inches in height. His perfect physique had been warped out of shape. He’d just discovered this his friends, who’d once looked like himself, had been turned into a pair of short, squeaking meatheads. It should have been a nightmare, but all Mike felt was gratitude.

“Oh shit, bro! Look at you!” Noah’s stubby hand failed to close around the brunette’s fattened organ, but that didn’t stop the bald little brute from trying. “This thing’s huge!”

“So are these, dude!” From behind, Trace started kneading and clapping Mike’s pillowy new cheeks together, their joint fondling eliciting a fresh round of oozing.

“But…what do I do? What will people think,” the now-bottom-heavy hunk asked, losing the fight against acceptance.

“Oh, I think you’ll know what to do,” Owen laughed. “As far as everyone else, don’t worry. Unlike your friends here, you’re still well within the realm of possibility. A little exaggerated, sure, but nothing too improbable. People will notice, obviously, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the boys start to pay a bit more attention. I’m sure they’ll find there’s just…something about you…that they like. What you do with that attention is up to you.” Owen stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the shortened jock, now standing a full eight inches taller. He reached down and gripped Mike’s inflated rear, wedging the brunette’s mammoth member between them. “And, now that you see how much Noah and Trace had missed their friends, I hope you’ll bring some more of the guys over to visit.”