Shakeup

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” Bobby roared, thrusting his arms into the air. The pose accentuated his athletic frame, simultaneously showing off the impressive size of the well-muscled limbs, along with the breadth of his shoulders and the tapering of his torso. The thin blue cotton of his t-shirt was stretched tight over his plump pecs, the bottom lifting to display the blonde’s defined abs and the trail of golden hair that crept up from beneath the exposed waist of the young hunk’s boxers. His square-cut, symmetrical features bore a similarly triumphant expression, his bright green eyes wide and his plump lips spread in a smug grin. With his cropped, scruffy yellow hair, Bobby looked every bit the jock that he was, sealing the deal with a pair of weathered mesh shorts that clung to his perky bubble and left nothing of his lengthy cock to the imagination. “I told you this was a good idea! Look at this place!” The blonde swung a sculpted arm around the opulent interior, the sprawling, open floor plan making it clear that the first floor alone was larger than the entirety of the house they’d just been sharing. And they knew it was only the first floor because they could see a large staircase leading both up and down at the other end of the room, while a patio loomed just below them through the wall of windows that made up the back of the house. A winding driveway could be seen through the front windows, the end of which was obscured by a wall of trees that made it impossible to tell how far away the street was. A well-manicured lawn and landscaped flower beds dotted the front of the house, with the yard sloping down around the sides to join with the patio in back. The sparkling water of the great lake glittered under the full moon, looking for all intents and purposes like an ocean, to which they now had their own private beach.

“This is…this is crazy,” Todd sputtered. He’d walked back to the clear wall, noting the massive kitchen that joined to the left, and what appeared to be a sunroom off to the right. An elevated balcony stretched the length of the house along the back, but the dark-haired young man was afraid to open the sliding door and step outside, as if crossing the threshold would shatter the illusion. Following along the shoreline, he could see the twinkling lights of the city sparkling in the distance, but, instead of sharing a ratty house within the limits, they’d somehow been transported to one of the seven-figure estates outside of town. They appeared to sit on a natural curve of the boundary between land and water, making the location all the more exclusive as no neighboring houses were visible in either direction. “How is this even possible,” he asked, his attention shifting to his reflection in the glass. His arms inflated as he reached up and absently pulled his coffee-colored hair back, the thick locks hanging between his ears and shoulders. The wavy waterfall framed Todd’s sharp features, his pale, stubble-covered cheeks, distinguished nose, and brooding eyes a contrast to Bobby’s boisterous charm. The long-haired hunk was actually the friendliest of the group, but his icy looks obscured his easy-going nature. “There has to be a catch. It can’t be this easy,” Todd said, his casual gym attire looking out of place in the well-appointed surroundings. Like Bobby, a small t-shirt clung to his trim frame, outlining the lean muscles of his torso, while a pair of shorts strained around his ample rear and sturdy thighs. A lifelong hockey player, Todd had developed a slightly oversized lower half that was further amplified by his relatively short, 5’8” stature, a trait that the compact jock would have felt insecure about if not for the equally hefty, soda can cock he sported between his powerful legs.

“Seems pretty easy so far,” Shawn shrugged, nodding at the rattling cube on a nearby table. The box clattered as it shook and bounced, as if something inside was throwing itself against the walls. The exterior was mostly unremarkable, consisting of a half dozen panels of etched, verdigrised copper, like the box had spent a good portion of its existence submerged. The green coating made it difficult to distinguish exactly what was engraved into the metal, though a few geometric shapes were still visible. There was a small slit in one of the sides and a thumb-sized indentation on the top, with a tiny hole at the bottom, while a tarnished crank jutted from the side opposite the slit. The handle matched the jack-in-the-box size and shape of the cube, steadily rotating as the tension from Bobby’s initial winding slowly released. The dark-skinned young man turned his attention back to his friends, his impressive pecs flexing against his tank-top as he folded his arms over his chest. He was built like a slightly larger version of the blonde, with the major difference between them being Bobby’s pink hue compared to his own deep brown. Shawn wasn’t quite as arrogant, either, despite having a face that easily could have justified such behavior. “How many are left,” he asked, his wide-legged stance causing his cotton shorts to bunch at his thighs.

Bobby shook his head. “I don’t know. I wound it pretty good, so I’m guessing a bunch.”

“But that could be bad, right,” Todd asked, keeping his distance from the clattering cube. “You said there’s no guarantee that they’re going to be good changes.”

“Dude, calm down.” Matt walked over and put a hand on Todd’s shoulder, the raven-haired hunk’s broad frame towering over the shorter man. Tall, built, and hairy, he was like a combination of his three friends, possessing Shawn’s 6’3” stature, Bobby’s sculpted physique, and Todd’s brooding looks. Matt’s mediterranean muscle was his defining characteristic, specifically the masculine coating of wiry, raven hair that covered him from his stubbled cheeks down. Standing in his draping muscle shirt and loose gym shorts, the olive-skinned stud radiated the kind of confidence that came from a lifetime of being hung, handsome and desired. “We’ve got a good track record so far. No reason to think it’ll go bad.”

“Yes there is!” Todd cried. “Statistically speaking, we’re bound to get a bad one in there the more we…”

“Statistically speaking,” Bobby interrupted, mimicking the shorter man’s panicked tone as he rolled his eyes. “Someone’s a fuckin’ math nerd all of a sudden. Bro. We’re golden! This thing starts big and then works its way down from whatever pops out first, remember? We hit a home run right out the gate…it’s all just gravy from here.”

Todd shared neither his friend’s enthusiasm nor conviction. He’d been hesitant from the start but had gone along with his housemates out of peer pressure. He also hadn’t actually believed that the magic box, the “shakeup” as Bobby called it, was real in the first place. Todd still didn’t know why his friend had been in an antique store to begin with, the unimaginative blonde wasn’t exactly a collector or someone who had an interest in history, but he’d been like an excited dog with a stick when he’d come home bearing his patinated prize. The man at the store had explained how “the game” worked, that each player would put their thumb on the divot and get pricked by a small needle, binding them to the changes that followed. From there, someone would wind the crank and the box would start shaking and hopping before spitting out slips of paper beginning with “what if…”, followed by a corresponding change to their current lives. If real, it was a staggering example of “high risk, high reward”, a roll of the cosmic dice that Todd would never have made on his own. Supposedly the game started globally, meaning something that impacted all the players, and would gradually work its way down to individuals from there. Exactly what the “changes” would be, and how many times each person would be impacted, was entirely random. Bobby said the man at the store had assured him that there was no real danger, that there weren’t any “bad” outcomes, just potentially dramatic ones.

Hearing the absurd details, but seeing the blonde’s obvious excitement, Todd had gone into the game with the same approach as if one of his friends had produced a ouija board, never imagining that any of their actions would come with tangible consequences. He hadn’t appreciated the prick of his thumb, but that minor annoyance was forgotten when the box started its violent shaking. The first slip had read “What if the group shared vast wealth?”, and while there hadn’t been any immediately visible changes, Todd had to admit that he’d felt different. The vague, ever-present anxieties about paying bills that came with their freshly post-college careers had vanished, but he’d been too focused on the actual slip of paper to notice right away. It was a thick parchment, and the script appeared to have been written by hand in an ink that bore a disturbing similarity to the crimson fluid they’d all contributed. A few minutes later the box produced another slip, “What if the wealthy group lived in a mansion?”, leading to their current relocation. If Bobby was correct, all the slips that followed would be related to their wealth - how they made it, what they did with it - which left far too much wiggle room for Todd’s comfort.

“I think the next one’s coming! Get ready,” Matt said when the box’s clanking slowed. The hairy heartthrob hurried over and snatched the slip before it could even hit the table, reading the words aloud. “What if the group made their money as cam boys on the internet?” His eyes went wide when he heard the words he spoke, the color draining from his face. “Uh…what the fuck does that…” he trailed off in a gasp and looked down when a rush of air wafted over far too much of his body, the color surging back when he looked up and saw his exposed friends.

“Fuck! What the fuck just happened,” Bobby cried, blinking and rubbing his eyes as if it would make his clothing reappear. The buff blonde was now entirely naked, his lengthy cock twitching as he gawked around the room at the similar state of his friends. Todd had been left with a pair of orange bikini briefs, the skimpy underwear stuffed to capacity by both his girthy package in front and the ample globes it half-heartedly covered in back. Shawn’s altered outfit didn’t even attempt to cover the dark-skinned stud’s muscled bubble as the pink jockstrap left none of his outlined log to the imagination, while Matt’s cobalt thong was little more than a scrap of fabric that accentuated more than obscured the dark-haired hunk’s heft equipment.

“I told you! I fucking told you!” Todd roared, his pale features going pink. He suddenly recalled not only the layout of the unfamiliar estate, but the locations of the many, many cameras that peppered the property. Even worse, as he looked around at his exposed peers, he noticed they all, himself included, shared a distinct lack of tan lines, their bodies conspiring with the altered reality to further his humiliation.

“Dude, are you getting fucking hard right now,” Shawn spat as he watched Bobby’s cock continue to inflate. “I don’t think now’s the time to…to…” he trailed off, his jaw dropping. “Wait…why do I know what your dick tastes like? WHY DO I KNOW WHAT ALL YOUR DICKS TASTE LIKE,” he cried, even as his own cock started twitching.

A moment of stunned silence followed as they all awkwardly squirmed in place. Like someone turning a faucet on full blast, the young men were overwhelmed by the rush of recall, with all the intimate activities that earned them their wealth running through their minds. Though Shawn had been the one to say it, they all knew what each others’ dicks tasted like, along with how they felt. And not just in their hands.

“No…this…this can’t be what it seems like…” Bobby stammered. His body tingled as he looked at Matt and felt the phantom sensation of his friend’s hairy torso pressed against his back while he writhed on the dark-haired man’s fat cock in front of a camera. “It…it has to fix itself! The guy at the store said there wasn’t any harm!”

“Dude! Are you really that dense? It’s all a matter of perspective,” Todd barked. “I’m sure there are plenty of people who’d love it, but I didn’t have getting dicked down on camera by the three of you on my to-do list!”

“Oh fuck…are we on camera right now,” Shawn asked, making a feeble attempt at covering his tented jock. “How many people are watching us…”

“A lot, clearly,” Matt sighed, motioning around the room before burying his face in his hands. They’d all been eager ladies men, so the transition of desire from pussy to penis was jarring for all of them, but especially for the handsome hunk. And it was becoming increasingly clear that a shift in desires had occurred. As they all looked at each others’ fit, naked frames, bodies they’d seen bare on countless occasions, they felt true, genuine arousal. They weren’t putting on some gay-for-pay show; their lust was authentic. It was part of what made their online activities such a hit.

“Maybe we can stop it! What happens if we try to stop the crank from tuuUUUNNHHH…!” Bobby only managed to hold the clattering cube for a moment before dropping it and staggering away as if he’d been punched in the gut. “Bad…bad plan,” he said, wheezing the stolen air back into his lungs. “Felt like my fuckin’ bones were rattling as soon as I touched the damned thing.”

Another piece of parchment slipped out as the blonde spoke, this time snatched up by Shawn. “Uh…I think you might’ve pissed it off, bro,” he said, his expression falling as he read it alout. “‘What if Bobby wasn’t nearly as hung’?”

“What the fuck does thaAAAAHHHHH! FUCK! WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO MY DICK?!” Bobby’s cry was joined by a collective gasp from the group as they gawked at the blonde’s now-tiny nub. What was once a nearly-seven inch club mere moments before had been reduced to a pair of inches with petite, matching balls, the shrunken package barely visible in the trimmed bush.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” Todd muttered, shaking his head. “Guys…does anyone else…Just a minute ago I swear I could remember Bobby fucking me, but now…”

“I’ve only ever fucked him,” Matt said, nodding.

“A lot,” Shawn added with a short laugh.

Bobby shook his head, wanting to cover his shrunken endowment but dreading how small it felt against his palm. “No! That’s not…that’s not…true. It can’t…of course I’ve fucked…” he sputtered, realizing that what his friends said was true. Like them, the vigorous poundings he’d so briefly remembered delivering had evaporated, replaced by comical jabs with his useless nub and many, many hours spent getting pounded instead. In the blink of an eye he’d gone from hung hunk to buff, blonde bottom, with hundreds of thousands of people seeing him in all his altered glory.

“Another one’s coming! Fuck!” Todd backed further from the table and debated whether or not he should try and flee, but he knew in his gut the box would find him. When Matt picked up the slip and looked at him with wide eyes, he wondered if it could read his thoughts, and whether his brief contemplation of trying to break the rules had angered it.

The hairy stud’s voice was quiet as he read the paper. “What if Todd only did leg days?”

The shorter man only had time for a brief yelp before his body changed, with most of the lean muscle on his torso suddenly shifting south. Todd had never been as bulky or built as his three friends, but now, from the waist up, he was merely toned. His shrunken pecs and firm stomach were still etched in definition, as were his wiry arms, though they’d become significantly smaller. From the waist down, however, Todd had the opposite experience. His already-ample rear had ballooned to comical, caricature proportions, his chunky new thighs pressing together and jutting his unaltered equipment forward. The pillowy cheeks rendered the bikini briefs completely pointless, and Todd’s stomach dropped as he not only felt the massive mounds shaking and shifting at the slightest provocation; he remembered how much time he spent making them do so. Instead of a rough-and-tumble hockey hunk, he’d become a terpsichorean twunk, twerking his oversized rear for an eager audience. “Oh god…did I just…I feel so small,” Todd croaked, not sure whether it was worse to clutch his slender new arms or the fleshy, gravity-defying globes jutting behind like a shelf.

“OH!” The group jumped at Matt’s sudden, startled gasp, expecting the worst but finding the olive-hued hunk unaltered. “I think I just got it. THIS is how we make so much money,” he said with a short, humorless laugh. “We’re fucking hot, right? But hot dudes online are a dime-a-dozen. This thing is making us, uh…unique.”

“I don’t want to be unique,” Bobby moaned, still clutching his devastated endowment. What the shrunken organ lacked in size it made up for in sensitivity, sending shivers through the blushing blonde as he absently kneaded the oozing nub. “I want my dick back!”

“Might get your wish,” Shawn said, bracing himself as another piece of paper started pushing through the slot. None of them wanted to read it and be the bearer of bad news, but neither did they want to risk the cube’s wrath by ignoring it. “Oh…Matt…” Shawn whimpered, his hands shaking as he held the scrap of parchment. “‘What if Matt was 3’6” instead of 6’3”’?”

Before he even had time to process what he’d heard, the hirsute hunk found himself blinking up at the group, suddenly surrounded by seemingly massive men and equally massive furniture. He looked down at himself in a daze, the sight of his seemingly unaltered body momentarily adding to his confusion. From his own perspective, nothing had changed. He still wore a tiny thong and was still solid and sculpted, still hung, still hairy. It was only when he looked up that everything was different. “Did that really just…” he started, stopping abruptly when he heard the squeaky, higher pitch to his voice. “No…no no no no no…”

This time it was Todd who comforted Matt. The bottom-heavy brunette lumbered over and dropped to his knees, throwing a now-wiry arm around the miniature meathead’s shoulders. “It’s okay…it’s okay…it’s okay…” he said, reeling as his head swam with memories of the squeaky stud. As with Bobby and himself, he could already barely recall Matt being anything other than a buff little teddy bear.

“No it’s not! You were right! This…this was a mistake,” Matt whined. “No amount of money is worth…is worth…” he shook his head, clutching Todd’s forearm in a shrunken hand. “Fuck! I can hardly remember when I was…I was taller, right?! I wasn’t always so…small?”

Todd wanted to agree, but he only had hazy, dream-like memories of a time when Matt was anything other than a short stud scampering around the house. “If you say so, I believe you,” Todd said, leaning down to give his frantic friend a kiss on the top of his head. The motion felt entirely natural, and it was only several moments later that it even occurred to Todd to question it.

“I think it’s my turn, guys.” Shawn’s voice shook as the box produced another slip. “Someone…someone else read it. I can’t.”

Bobby stepped forward and picked up the paper, no longer feeling the need to cover his tiny member. It still felt off, but the jarring fear had mostly evaporated, replaced by the constant, simmering embarrassment he felt whenever he was around other guys. Even Matt was more hung than himself at four inches, and at least his friend’s package looked proportional. “You were right,” Bobby said, his brow furrowing. “‘What if Shawn was even bigger?’”

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Shawn groaned, his body suddenly feeling like it was being squeezed in a vice as he grew. The growth wasn’t as dramatic as Matt’s reduction, but it was no less impressive as the dark-skinned stud stretched several inches, topping out around the 6’7” mark, while his body expanded outward. Muscle piled on top of muscle, rapidly swallowing Shawn’s sculpted frame until the stunned young man had gone from chiseled and tapering to bulky and burly. He now sported cannonball shoulders, a wide stump of a neck, a juicy set of muscle tits, a bulbous muscle gut, and a pair of piston arms larger than Bobby’s thighs. Shawn’s own meaty legs had expanded into tree-trunk territory, his ass now matching Todd’s thicc cakes, while an inflated ten-inch log jutted from the straining jockstrap like a rigid girder. “HOLY SHIT,” the now-mammoth man roared in a deepened voice, his eyes wide as he felt his weighty new body rubbing against itself. His powerful arms hung at an angle from his sides, and Shawn could already tell that his range of motion had just undergone a significant change. “I’M HUGE!”

There was another moment of silence as the group looked at what they’d become, no longer a cluster of conventional jocks, but a menagerie of warped proportions. Bobby was a micro-dicked, pretty-boy power bottom. Todd was a bottom-heavy, twerking twunk. Shawn was a hung, towering hulk. Matt was a miniature model, a squeaky, fun-sized stud. And they put those unique bodies to work both online and in person, bringing in piles of cash with uninhibited abandon whether the men they’d been would have wanted to or not.

“Guys…it’s still going,” Todd said, breaking the silence when he noticed the crank kept turning.

“Fuck! No! How many more times is it going to do this,” Matt cried, only vaguely recalling why he was so anxious in the first place. “It already got all of us!”

“It’s not about that,” Bobby said, swallowing hard. “Technically, only one of us could’ve changed a bunch of times. Or only two of us, or any combination. I wound it a bunch because I thought it would be…fun…” He stopped talking when the slip landed on the table. His name immediately jumped out at him from the cursive script, and he braced himself for the worst. “‘What if Bobby had an overwhelming oral fixatiooommmppfff…!” The blonde was cut off when his thumb wedged in his mouth, his whole body going crimson. He felt dizzy as the memories flooded in, along with the burning new need he had to have his handsome face buried in someone’s lap. And when a cock wasn’t available his thumb would suffice, or, even more humiliatingly, a pacifier. “Wha…uck am I…ooing…” Bobby mumbled around the digit, desperately trying to deny the knowledge that one of his most popular specialities was diaper play. It was a jarring shift for the once-smug stud, though that did nothing to lessen the contentment the thumb in his mouth brought him.

“That’s…uh…something,” Todd said, unable to hold back a grin at the sight of the sculpted jock eagerly sucking away on a digit that outsized the man’s shrunken cock.

“S’not…unny…” Bobby grunted, scowling. There was nothing preventing him from pulling his hand away, but the thought was terrible.

“Guys! It’s not done,” Matt squeaked. The crank had slowed, and the box’s rattling was less intense, but it still turned, still clattered. Shawn picked up the paper when it fell, the changes kicking in halfway through his reading. “‘What if Shawn and Matt switched voices?’” he read, his voice rocketing up in pitch as he spoke. Shawn’s comically square jaw dropped at the sound, his dark brown skin taking on a pink undertone. “WHY THE FUCK DO I SOUND LIKE THIS,” he chirped, the helium tone entirely out of place against his mammoth new body.

“Wait…does that mean I…” Matt started, giving a startled jump when the impossibly bassy voice punched out of his throat. “Holy fuck! Is this…I don’t think this is any better,” he said, the deep tone only serving to emphasize how small he was the way Shawn’s shrill squeak accentuated the other man’s size. The incongruent voices immediately drew attention to the speakers’ varied statures, making each of them a hit as they howled and bellowed in bed.

As interested as he was in the oddly arousing alteration his friends had just undergone, Todd was more focused on the cube. He held his breath as the rotation slowed and the clanking finally stopped, his heart racing as the seconds crawled by, the anticipation of another change making him dizzy. He let out the breath he’d been holding when it became clear that no more slips would be coming, that the “game” was finally over.

Now, all they had to do was try and figure out which of them had won.

**********

“Thanks, man. Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Todd grinned as he scrubbed Shawn’s wide back in the shower, the contrast between the hulking hunk’s sheer size and shrill voice making his already-aching cock throb. Though his friend had yet to fully come around, he personally loved how the giant jock sounded. “You know I got you, dude,” he said, reaching around to give the other man’s rigid log a squeeze.

“In that case…why don’t you really make yourself useful,” Shawn squeaked, pressing back with his granite globes.

Todd didn’t need any further encouragement. Moving with practiced precision, he wrapped his slender arms around his friend’s meaty midsection and popped his hips, wedging his thick, stout cock inside. He shivered as he felt the other man tense and squirm against him, his own mammoth cheeks bouncing into wild motion when his thrusting picked up speed. People loved watching Todd’s colossal cakes take a pounding, but they were equally enthusiastic about how uncontrollable his ass became whenever he fucked one of the others. It was a reaction that the slimmed-down stud had yet to fully embrace. Like all of them, while he was mostly on the positive side of things, Todd still experienced the occasional rush of envy and embarrassment over his missing muscle and inflated bottom whenever he had a fleeting moment of lucidity regarding their previous lives. They would hit out of nowhere, making him painfully aware that he was either exposed or engaged in an intimate activity for a crowd of thousands when his missing modesty made an unexpected reappearance. While that window was open, Todd couldn’t help but think about all the friends, former coworkers, family, exes, and everyone else who could be watching him jerk off, or getting fucked, or taking a piss, or simply walking around with his fat cock and fatter cheeks swaying and bouncing in the open. The fact that he was so casually flaunting a body that had become so trim and lean only made things worse, though Todd knew he’d gotten off easy compared to his friends.

“Fuuuuuck…yes…yessss…yeeessss…” Shawn squeaked, his piston arms inflating as he pressed against the shower wall. His wide hips rolled, simultaneously working Todd’s cock with his granite globes while thrusting his own rigid log through the smaller man’s fist. Shawn had become so large that he could have, and often did, easily throw Todd over a shoulder, which only made his current position all the more enjoyable. Each of them had long boasted about their respective sexual skills, but Shawn had to admit that the smaller man’s were at the top of the list, especially considering the state of Bobby and Matt’s diminished endowments. His own cock, along with his new bulk, had thrown Shawn’s technique off in a way that the inflated hulk still wasn’t used to, which left the long-haired hunk as the current champ. The new twunk’s thick club lit him up in a way the others couldn’t, in a way he’d never imagined so desperately wanting. The fact that Shawn now wanted the experience while others watched was an adjustment the former ladies man was still making, but at the moment he was content to focus on the blissful silver lining. “Oh fuck…Todd…so good…dude…gonna…”

The sound of Shawn’s helium howl pulled the thrusting twunk along right behind the bigger man, his rippling cheeks coming to a halt as he tensed and sprayed into his friend. “Duuuuuude,” he said with a drunken chuckle, squeezing Shawn’s thick torso and giving a few final pumps before pulling out. “Never get tired of that.”

“Who would,” the dark-skinned stud sighed. He rinsed the leaking cum from between his mammoth thighs and shut the shower off before turning and swallowing Todd in a meaty embrace for a long, deep kiss. “Thanks man,” he squeaked, giving the smaller man’s plump bubble a swat.

“Any time, dude,” Todd grinned, toweling them both off. He stopped at his dresser while Shawn lumbered away to his own room, tapping a tablet to life and addressing the unseen crowd. “Alright, guys…what do you want me to wear today? Thong or jock?” Todd shook his head as the responses came in, making a show of rolling his eyes. “You guys ALWAYS want the jock,” he said, sounding exasperated as he slipped into a crimson jockstrap. The elastic bands made his prominent bubble seem even larger, which he knew was the point. “Isn’t this thing big enough already?” Todd twerked for the camera to emphasize his point before waddling out of his room to find Matt and Bobby in the kitchen. The shrunken, hairy hunk sat on the counter, his legs dangling over the edge, while the sculpted blonde stood in front of the stove. Clad in a pair of small lavender briefs, Matt looked every bit as striking as always, even at his reduced size, while Bobby’s tapering, thong-clad physique appeared unchanged from behind. It wasn’t until the taller pretty-boy turned, revealing both the pacifier in his mouth and the barely-present bulge in the pouch of the already-tiny thong, that the alterations became obvious.

“Hey man,” Matt rumbled in his impossibly deep voice, his stubby legs kicking absently as they dangled over the edge.

“‘Sup,” Bobby asked around the pacifier. He blushed as he sucked on it for a moment before spitting it out, letting it dangle like a pendant against his plump pecs. “Want in on these pancakes?”

“If you’re cookin’,” Todd said, stopping to give each of them a quick peck. “Did you get your coffee already,” he asked Matt, knowing the shortened stud couldn’t reach it on his own.

The olive-hued hunk nodded at the counter on the opposite side of the room. “Yeah, but I left it over there,” he said, surprised at how naturally he settled into Todd’s arms when the bottom-heavy brunette scooped him off the counter. A part of him was mortified every time it happened, that a strapping stud like himself was now being carried around like an accessory, but a bigger part loved every second of it. Matt was so content in Todd’s arms that he actually clung to the other man when his friend went to set him on the other counter, his stomach fluttering when the trim twunk simply handed him his mug and shifted to a two-hand grip to hold him.

“So what’d you guys get up to last night? We crashed out early,” Todd said, his cock twitching as he thought back to the vigorous pounding Shawn had given him the night before.

Matt shrugged. “Not much. People wanted me to diaper up the big guy,” he said, nodding at Bobby. “So we did that and then I just sat on his lap and streamed some video games while he played with my joystick,” he grinned, giving his comparatively sizeable bulge a squeeze.

“Sounds like a good time,” Todd said, biting back on the ribbing he was about to give Bobby. He could tell by the blonde’s full-body blushing and frantic sucking that his friend was having one of his own lucid moments, and he didn’t want to pile on. At least not too much. As much as Todd sometimes resented the micro-dicked pretty-boy, they all knew that Bobby hadn’t done any of this to them on purpose, and that they’d all been willing participants in creating their new lives. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“Me and Shawn were going to head into town for a bit,” Matt said, reaching out to be handed over to the hulking hunk when he lumbered into the room. “Want to come with?”

Todd shook his head and walked over to Bobby, wrapping his arms around the other man from behind. He ground his bulge into the blonde’s bubble and reached up to pluck the pacifier, grinning as his own thumb served as the replacement. Just because he didn’t want to rub his friend’s nose in things didn’t mean he was above a bit of pettiness. “Nah, I think I’ll hang here with Bobby,” he said, his free hand slipping into the other man’s thong to tweak the tiny nub it contained.

Shawn sighed and set Matt down on the counter. “Alright, move over before you burn ‘em,” he squeaked, using his bulky body to jostle his friends out of the way and take over breakfast duties.

Todd’s smile grew when he felt Bobby tense as they turned to face the rest of the room, intimately familiar with the panic the once-smug stud felt at the thought of being seen sucking another man’s thumb while his tiny cock was left on display. But the bottom-heavy hunk knew from experience that exposure was the only way through, and that, as painful as it was, the rush of embarrassment would burn itself out faster the stronger it was. “That sound good to you? A workout and some pool time,” he cooed, making sure that Bobby’s oozing nub wasn’t obscured by his fingers. The blonde whimpered around his thumb and nodded, his chiseled frame crimson. “Great! Sounds like a good day all around,” he said as Bobby’s shrunken nub started spurting.