Overcast, ch. 24: Best In Town

Keaton sighed, making a show of rolling his eyes as he flexed his bare, sculpted torso. He tensed his plump pecs and braced his tapering abs, making sure to emphasize the thickness of his arm as he reached up and ran a hand through his wavy, caramel-colored hair. Posed in such a way, his tall, naked frame looked like it could have stepped out of a calendar or from an underwear ad, with his toned legs and perky rear perfectly complementing the impressive upper half. Exposed as he was, the handsome hunk’s sharp, symmetrical face fought for attention with his long, swaying cock and hefty balls, though, as far as he was concerned, there was no losing option for the viewer. “I fail to see the problem here,” Keaton said, motioning to himself. “You just got to ride the best dick in town…you should be thanking me.”

“Wowwww,” Riley said with a short, humorless laugh. His battered hole still tingled from the pretty-boy’s pummeling, but, while Keaton’s ample load leaked out of him, he was nowhere near satisfied himself. “If only you weren’t so modest.”

“What do you want? Dinner and a date? I thought we were on the same page here,” the brunette said, emphasizing the breadth of his shoulders when he folded his arms across his chest.

“Me too,” Riley nodded. “I thought we were both supposed to have some fun.”

“Sounded like you were having plenty a few minutes ago,” Keaton countered. “Haven’t had a screamer like you in a minute. It’s cute,” he cooed, his tone condescending. He batted his eyes before his expression hardened again, tilting his head towards the bedroom door. “What’s not cute is you sticking around. We’re done here. It’s time for you to go.”

Riley scooted to the edge of the bed but stayed seated. He wasn’t anywhere near Keaton’s precision-sculpted perfection, but his fit frame was still plenty impressive in its own right. He was broad-shouldered and built, possessing an abundance of muscle if not the extreme definition of the other man. His buzzed black hair allowed his naturally brooding features to shine, while the dusting of wiry raven fur that peppered his tanned skin lent a masculine aura to his presence. Based solely on appearances, most people likely would have assumed that the primped pretty-boy was the one who’d been pounded by the rugged beefcake and not the other way around. “Is this how you treat everyone,” Riley asked.

“Just the uglies,” Keaton chuckled. “You're lucky I could even finish. I don’t know what I was thinking bringing home a fat hairy guy. Your ass wasn’t even that…”

Riley cut Keaton off with a loud slap of his own meaty thighs. “Well, this has been fun,” he said, climbing to his feet. The two stood the same 6’2” height, though the smooth-skinned stud looked small next to the dark-haired hunk’s beefier build. Riley took his time slipping back into his discarded underwear, giving Keaton one last glimpse of his meaty, muscled cheeks as the crimson briefs snapped into place. “Oops, sorry, I misspoke,” he said, locking eyes with the naked Adonis when he turned back around. “What I meant was…this is GOING to be fun.” He waited for the realization to hit, for the increasingly-surprised stud to become aware of his inability to speak, before continuing. “If you’d been less of a self-centered monster you might’ve asked me what I did for a living. And if you had, I might’ve told you about aaaaaallllllllll the fun spells I get to throw around at Casters Inc.. They keep us busy over there, but I think I’ve got enough energy left for a freebie,” Riley said, his eyes going distant. “Wow. You are…not a great guy, are you? I try not to pry into people like this, but damn. I thought you were just doing this ‘arrogant top’ thing as a vibe, not, like, your entire personality. Fuck,” Riley chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Looks like we both learned a lesson tonight, didn’t we? I need to be a bit more selective, and you should probably ask some screening questions before bringing strangers to your apartment.” Riley rolled his head on his shoulders, looking more like he was about to start lifting weights than alter reality. His eyes drifted shut, glowing a bright purple when they opened again, his pecs rising and falling at a steady pace compared to Keaton’s increased heaving. “I think a new perspective and an attitude adjustment is in order, don’t you?”

Keaton gasped when Riley suddenly started to grow. Instead of looking the other man in the eye, he looked him in his nose, then chin, then neck, before his gaze finally settled at the caster’s nubby nipples. But it wasn’t until the stunned stud looked around his bedroom at the equally enlarged furniture that he realized the horrifying truth. Riley hadn’t grown; he’d shrunk. “What…what just happened,” Keaton yelped, finding his voice muted. He’d intended to bellow the question in a commanding tone, but instead it came out as a mousy stammer. Looking down at himself, his reduction appeared to have been proportional, leaving his surgically-honed physique with its original shape, only on a reduced scale.

“You were, what? 6’2”-ish before? I think something like 4’11” is a better look,” Riley shrugged. “Let’s literally take you down a peg.”

“But…but you can’t! You guys aren’t allowed to do this to people,” Keaton squeaked, even as his cock began to twitch.

Riley reached out and swallowed one of the shrunken stud’s shoulders in his now-massive hand, emphasizing the fact that, although he was still shaped the same, Keaton had nowhere near the muscle mass he did before. “Do what? Help out a friend? As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you asked me for this. You got tired of being such a selfish top and wanted to try something new. It’s weird, but people do weird shit all the time, right? Going from a tall hunk to a thick little twunk is nothing in the grand scheme of things.”

Keaton felt the tingling as soon as Riley finished speaking. Like snakes slithering under his skin, his muscles shifted, taking his perfect proportions and warping them out of shape. His shoulders pulled towards each other, his arms thinned, and his pecs flattened as a bit of mass from each flowed towards his lower half, inflating his ass and thighs as if they’d been attached to an air hose. Keaton still had plenty of firm definition when things settled, only now that toned torso sat on a pair of meaty thighs and comically large cheeks. His shortened stature and now-lean upper body made the gravity defying globes look even larger than they were, his supple, squeezable thighs appearing photoshopped. “Fuck! What the fuck?! No! Put…put me back,” he squeaked, his whole body going red when he felt the ample melons shake and ripple with the slightest movement.

“Now, now…don’t worry. We’re not done yet,” Riley purred, his eyes flashing.

Keaton let out another gasp, his eyes going wide and his cock rocketing to life as the now-bigger man’s presence became overwhelming. Riley’s sheer size, his rugged looks and unrefined bulk, were like a beacon, the sight of the other man’s stuffed bulge sending a pang of longing through the bottom-heavy new twunk like he’d never felt before. Keaton was used to being attracted to men, but he wasn’t used to the painful emptiness radiating from his altered backside. “Oh…oh god…why am I so…what did you just do?”

“No point giving you an ass like that if you’re not going to use it,” Riley said as if it should have been obvious. “Which brings us to…”

“Fuck! What?! No!” Keaton’s stomach dropped when he felt a fresh tingle break out between his thickened thighs, his aching cock rapidly receding. Though he knew his seven-and-a-half inch log wasn’t actually that large anymore, the proud organ and churning balls still looked the same from his vantage point, a far cry from the short nub and petite marbles he now sported.

“Couple inches should be all you need. You’re not going to be doing much with it anyway,” Riley shrugged. He finished getting dressed while the shrunken new twunk gawked at his altered equipment, ruffling Keaton’s hair on his way out the door. “I’ll let you get acquainted with yourself. Don’t worry…your clothes all changed to match the new you, so you can head on out and have some fun whenever you’re ready. It’s been a pleasure after all,” he said, blowing the smaller man a kiss.

For several agonizing minutes, all Keaton could do was stand in place and stare at his warped reflection. He’d felt like he should have raged at the burly caster, that he should be running to his phone to call the BMR right that minute, but he couldn’t quite turn the thoughts into action. They were hazy and distant, more like echoes than actual emotions, and more than anything he kept thinking that he’d done this to himself. On several levels. Even through his stunned horror he knew his own arrogance was to blame, but that wasn’t what stood out in his mind. Like Riley had said, Keaton kept thinking that he’d actually asked the caster to transform him, that he really did want to go from Hunky, Hung Top to Trim, Twunk Power Bottom. He knew that wasn’t right, but with every passing second that certainty dimmed, leaving him unable to say for sure exactly what happened by the time he stumbled over to his dresser.

“Oh god,” he whimpered, his whole body going crimson when he both felt and saw the way his inflated rear rippled and bounced as he crossed the room. The missing sensation of a lengthy cock and heavy balls swaying between his legs was equally foreign, as was the way those same thighs now rubbed together. “I can’t…he can’t just leave me like this, right? Did I…did I want him to?” Keaton cleared his throat as he spoke, noticing a slightly higher shift in his voice. It wasn’t an extreme change, but after hearing the same tone for the last twenty five years, even a subtle change was immediately noticeable.

“What the fuck are these?!” he yelped, his eyes going wide when he opened his drawer and saw the pile of bright, skimpy thongs that had replaced his usual boxer briefs and trunks. It was a theme that repeated itself throughout his wardrobe, with everything changing to be small and tight, seemingly tailor made to accentuate his lean, bottom-heavy new frame, from athletic gear, to casual clothes, to the especially mortifying new business attire. Polos he once purchased in size large were now small, his toned, tiny new pecs no longer bulging the way they used to while his arms no longer strained the sleeves. But worse were the altered slacks and chinos, and the way they made his oversized rear impossible to ignore. Instead of strutting around the office as a strapping stud straining against his clothes, Keaton would now be waddling around looking up at everyone while the back of his pants bounced like they held a pair of water balloons.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” he grumbled, shaking his head as he slipped into a teal thong and saw the pitiful way his tiny new package filled out the pouch. “What was I thinking?! How could this ever seem like a good…idea…” he sputtered, squirming as the string vanished between his clapping cakes and brushed against his sensitive hole. The slight contact was enough to send shivers through him, as well as remind him of the other shifts that had occurred. “Fuuuuuuck I need some dick,” he groaned, seeming surprised by the admission. Equally surprising was the way he absently reached back and slipped a pair of fingers into the deep new valley, an aching need blooming at his core. Keaton now knew there were various toys of all shapes and sizes scattered throughout the apartment, but that wasn’t what he really wanted. He needed the real thing, and he needed it now.

His confusing embarrassment outweighed by the growing hunger, Keaton slipped into a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a small cobalt t-shirt. The purple bottoms were smaller than his former underwear and stretched nearly as tight by his expanded bubble, serving to highlight the whale tail that poked up from beneath the waist as well as his petite new bulge. Keaton’s head, already whirling from the unusually bright, unusually small clothes, continued to spin as he slipped into his smaller new sneakers and waddled down the stairs, nearly stumbling from the reverberations at his rippling rear. He fell into a somewhat natural gait by the time he reached the sidewalk, allowing him to focus instead on the way the city, and its inhabitants, now seemed to tower around him. Having always been naturally large, the formerly-brawny brunette had never thought about how it would feel to not be one of the tallest people when he was out and about, or how it would feel to not automatically turn heads. He still caught plenty of people looking at him during the short trek to the bar, only now those stares had amusement mingled with hunger. While Keaton’s handsome features were more or less unchanged, they were now attached to a drastically different body that offered drastically different possibilities.

This new status quo was further cemented as soon as he stepped back into the bustling bar. It was his usual spot and favorite hunting ground, only now it felt like he’d never been there before. Everyone towered over him, his feet dangled as he sat at the bar, and two sips was all it took for his shrunken frame to start feeling his cocktail. As he sat there with the air wafting against the exposed tops of his plump cheeks, Keaton didn’t know how to proceed. He was desperate to find a man, any man, regardless of their age, shape, or size, only now the former Adonis didn’t know what to do. Men normally threw themselves at him, not the other way around, and, even if Keaton decided to make a move, his normal selling points had been taken from him. He wasn’t tall, sculpted, or hung anymore. He didn’t have a body that was imposing, impressive, or universally desired. He felt like a freak by comparison, left with an overwhelming lust but none of his normal confidence. Keaton knew it was an experience he’d have to get used to, that his social standing had just shifted dramatically at the gym, at work, amongst his friends. Everywhere. It was a realization that left him reeling, the sudden hand on his thinner shoulder a welcome life raft in the churning sea of insecurity.

The altered stud’s stomach fluttered as he turned and looked up at Eric’s stunned smile. The towering blonde was built like a reflection of his former self, all broad shoulders, plump pecs, and powerful arms. “Keaton? Oh, shit! I thought that was you, man! I almost didn’t recognize you. I mean, clearly,” Eric laughed, looking the smaller man up and down. “I’d heard you made some changes, but…wow. You really went for it, huh?”

Keaton shivered as Eric squeezed one of his toned, shrunken arms, barely biting back a whimper. He’d always known how attractive the other man was, but they’d always been competitors. Both had been hung, handsome tops, and while they’d fooled around a few times in the past, it had always been as a way of scoping out what the other was working with. Now, Keaton felt a kind of desire for his hunky friend that he’d never felt before, the kind of desire he wondered if people had felt for him in the past. “I, uh…guess so,” Keaton said, his eyes lingering on the front of Eric’s tight shorts. “Kinda surprised myself with this one,” he shrugged, the closest he could come to an admission that something was wrong.

Eric grinned as he followed the smaller man’s eyes. “As much as that shit costs, you might as well go big if you’re going to go, right?” He paused and gestured to his own strapping frame, asking, “what made you decide to give up the life?”

“Just…wanted a change, I guess,” Keaton said, the words forming on their own. “The guys I was with always seemed like they were having such a good time. I wanted to try it out for myself.”

Eric raised an eyebrow as he casually ran a hand along his abs, just above the waist of his shorts. “Well then…it’s your lucky night. I was just about to call it when I happened to see you sitting here. If you really want to see how the other half lives…might as well start with the best.”

Keaton blushed, both resenting and relishing the now-taller man’s smug, familiar tone. They were the kind of words he’d said plenty of times himself, and while he was still aware that getting pounded by Eric shouldn’t have been on his list of priorities, that didn’t change the fact that it sat squarely at the top of the list. “I’d…I’d love that,” Keaton stammered, stumbling against his friend when he forgot about the extra distance between his feet and the floor. The jarring impact nearly caused his inflated bubble to bounce free from the shorts, a sight that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Whoa! This really is a new look for you,” Eric chuckled when he grinned down at the smaller man and saw the new size discrepancy in full. He let out a low whistle when Keaton turned and headed for the door, getting his first unobstructed view of the brunette’s ample new bottom. “I might not understand your decision, but I think I support it.”

“Just wait until the shorts come off,” Keaton said, leaning into the taller man’s strong arm when it wrapped around his shoulders. It was a move he used to regularly pull himself, but he’d never imagined being at the smaller end of the equation. And although he felt a slight stirring of relief at once again finding his flirtatious footing, the fact that he was advertising a fattened rear as a selling point still struck him as odd. It did not, however, stop him from giggling with delight when Eric’s hand slid low and began kneading his eager cheeks, nor did he try to stop the bigger man when he felt his shorts pulled low, exposing the top third of his inflated mounds.

“Can’t wait,” Eric purred, toying with the thin waist of the thong and sending a ripple through the barely-contained bottom when he gave it a quick swat. “Already loving the preview.”

Keaton felt like he should resist when they reached his stairwell and he felt the back of his shorts pulled all the way down, the waist now wedged below his plump pumpkin cheeks, but all he did was let out another giggle. The fact that he was the one being pawed at, that he wasn’t in control, was as exciting as it was embarrassing. Keaton knew that anyone could walk by and see him at any moment, but the only person whose opinion he currently cared about was Eric’s. If it turned the taller man on to pull his shorts down in public, that’s all that mattered.

And based on the rigid outline in the other man’s shorts when they finally reached his apartment, the bigger blonde was clearly enjoying himself. Keaton’s slender new hands shot forward as soon as the door closed, but he barely managed to fish the other man’s long, thick cock free before he was pushed away.

“Easy, big guy,” Eric said with a condescending laugh. He gave himself a few tugs as he spoke, his sculpted pecs straining his t-shirt as he took a deep breath. “What’s your hurry? It’s not going anywhere. I want to get to know the new you before we jump into things.” Keaton obediently raised his arms when Eric grabbed the bottom of his shirt, exposing his toned new torso as he was stripped bare. His own, now much smaller, pecs heaved when his shorts and thong were tugged down, giving the bigger man his first glimpse of the shrunken equipment they contained. “Holy shit,” Eric cried, his eyes going wide when he saw the rigid little nub. He reached down and tweaked it between a pair of fingers, eliciting a squirming gasp from his shrunken friend. “You dove right into that deep end. Last time I saw this thing I gagged on it. Now…damn,” he whistled, spinning Keaton in his arms. He grabbed each of the brunette’s expanded cheeks and clapped them together before running his hands along his smaller friend’s supple new thighs, taking his time in exploring every inch of the other man’s compact new frame. “It’s wild to think that we were just the same size,” Eric said, leaning down to kiss along Keaton’s neck. “You used to be a hunk, dude. Like, you were hot as hell. Now…” he spun his friend to face him, enjoying the ability to manhandle the former stud just as much as the blushing brunette enjoyed being manhandled. “...now you’re just adorable.”

Keaton felt like he was melting when Eric leaned in for a kiss. A part of him was mortified at what he’d just heard, but already the ecstasy coursing through him was like nothing he’d ever felt before. Being tugged and turned and easily held in place by the bigger man was proving to be a surprising source of arousal, further blurring the line in Keaton’s head as to whether or not he actually had wanted his current circumstances. They all felt wrong to his brain, but not to his body, which was all too happy to go along with things.

Keaton dropped to his knees as soon as Eric loosened his grip, swallowing the bigger man’s massive rod. His face bobbed furiously while the buff blonde casually stripped, his own altered state forgotten as he gazed up at the wall of sculpted muscle looming over him. Once Eric’s cock was slick and oozing, Keaton threw himself onto the couch, wagging his oversized rear like an excited tail.

“Yep…definitely support this decision,” Eric sighed as he sauntered over and lined himself up. “Hell, if I’d known you were thinking about it, I would’ve pitched in for the…” he was cut off by Keaton’s shrill howl when he slowly pushed inside, his invading organ gripped by the toned twunk’s ravenous hole like it was a third hand. “That’s definitely new,” Eric laughed, his voice lost amongst the smaller man’s incessant bellows. Keaton vaguely remembered making a comment about thinking screamers were cute, and although he knew he should at least try to lower his voice, he was helpless to actually do it. It was as if he was a toy, with Eric’s cock continually pressing a button that made him shriek with delight.

Keaton was actually relieved when the bigger man’s musky briefs were eventually wedged in his mouth. It meant he could howl as much as he wanted without feeling bad, letting him focus on the mind-melting ecstasy ripping through him. It wasn’t just his ballooning bottom; his whole body shook with each of the bigger man’s thrusts, the rippling impacts seeming to knock loose pieces of himself. Keaton didn’t know who or what he was anymore, a former stud who’d been warped against his will or a newborn bottom whose dreams had finally come true. All he knew for sure was that he’d never felt even a fraction of the bliss Eric’s relentless pounding brought him, and he never wanted to stop feeling it. Keaton wanted to be taken, to be used, to be lit up from the inside while his own pointless cock sat aching and untouched. The pressure was building at an excruciatingly slow pace, but the huffing little hunk knew that when he finally erupted it would put all of his previous releases to shame.

Unfortunately, Eric had other plans. Keaton’s hazy, lustful bliss came to an abrupt end when the thrusting hunk tensed, groaned, and sprayed load after load into him. “Oooohhhhhh fuuuuuuck,” Eric panted, giving a breathless laugh as he started to soften inside the smaller man. “Keaton…bro…this fat ass feels incredible,” he said, finally pulling free and falling back onto the couch.

“But…but…no! You can’t be done already,” the brunette whined, the briefs falling from his mouth. “I’m not even close to…”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, dude,” Eric shrugged, flashing a smug smile at the other man’s pained expression. “Hold on…I’ve got an idea.”

Keaton squirmed on the couch as Eric hurried towards his bedroom. He could hear the other man rummaging through drawer after drawer, and he was surprised that he still had the capacity to blush when the blonde emerged with a large, lubed vibrator in one hand and his phone in the other. “What are you…”

“If you give me a reason, maybe I’ll stick around and recharge,” Eric said. He motioned for Keaton to bend over again, giving the silicone log a few twists as he slowly pushed it inside. “Theeeere we go. Does that feel good?” He waited for a few moments after Keaton’s silent nod before asking again. “I’m sorry…didn’t quite get that. If you want me to stick around, you’re going to have to tell me. Does that feel good?”

“Yu…yes!” Keaton grunted, his stomach dropping when he looked up to see Eric filming him. “Hey! What’re you doing?!”

“Gotta make it fun for me, big guy,” Eric grunted. “Are you going to just sit there and squirm, or are you going to give me a show?”

Keaton couldn’t believe what he was doing when he sat back on his knees and folded his thinner new arms behind his head, letting out a series of rolling whimpers as he started bouncing. The pose showed off every bit of his altered physique, from his trim torso to his tiny cock to his chunky thighs, but Keaton didn’t even think about arguing. When Eric told him to flex or play with his nipples or tweak his little nub, he did it without question. Keaton would have done whatever it took to get the other man back inside, no matter how humiliating.

It took two more rounds of pummeling and playing with himself before the bottom-heavy brunette finally erupted, with Eric filming the entire time. Keaton knew the other man was going to post the video immediately, that everyone was going to see every bit of his curvy new body, but he wasn’t going to protest. As humiliating as it was, Eric had a point when he’d casually brushed aside the flustered brunette’s feeble protests, explaining that the video would be great advertising. Like the bigger man said, once all the guys saw what the new Keaton had to offer, that he had the best ass in town, they’d be lining up for a chance to take a ride.

And that suited the penetrated pretty-boy just fine. When he finally came, the rapturous release was every bit as intense as he knew it would be, causing his vision to go white and making every one of his remaining muscles spasm with joy. It was transcendent. Divine. And all too fleeting. Keaton had barely caught his breath by the time he felt the pangs of emptiness from his ravenous hole, but already he was making plans.

If his inflated rear was too much for one man, he’d just have to find two. And if that wasn’t enough, he’d gather a trio. He’d fill his apartment if he had to, a task that wouldn’t take long to accomplish based on the responses Eric’s video was already getting. He had the best ass in town, after all.

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Voting Options

Option 1: A handsome pretty boy is tricked into wearing an enchanted collar, making the rest of the world see him not as his friend’s roommate, but as his pet. (stripped)

Option 2: A pair of friends get matching, mystical tattoos to celebrate the opening of their new gym, but things quickly get out of hand. (muscle growth, cock growth)

Option 3: Tired of constantly having to watch their diets, a group of vain hunks hire an unlicensed caster to let them eat whatever they want, only to wind up with huge, sensitive bellies (weight gain, stripped)

Option 4: An academically struggling jock buys a spell off a website in the hopes of becoming as smart as his scrawny, nerdy roommate, but the two end up becoming more like each other than anticipated. (muscle growth, muscle theft, bodyswap)