That Time of the Month (full story)

 (I posted the start of this as a vignette a few weeks ago, and it now has an official ending.)

Luke’s soft, full lips lived up to their pouty description as the blonde hunk scowled out the window. His burly arms were folded over his firm stomach, his plump pecs spilling out of his tank-top as the forest whizzed by outside. He pumped his meaty thighs in frustration, the motion causing his stuffed bulge to vanish and reappear as his board shorts alternated between taut and bunched. “I just don’t understand why we’re treating this like a fuckin’ vacation,” he grumbled. “You’re all chipper and cheerful like we’re just going camping, not like I’m about to…to…” Luke trailed off in a frustrated grunt, unable to say the words. “It’s bad enough when it happens at home, but now you’re dragging me out to the middle of nowhere?”

“Oh my god, dude! How many times do we have to go over this?” The similarly shaped man behind the wheel sighed and shook his head, his broad shoulders sagging. “I practically had to tie you down last time just to keep you in the apartment! Out here it’ll just be us with no one else around and nowhere else for you to go, which is precisely where you need to be. You could be thanking me for taking the time off work and booking us this cabin and agreeing to look after you instead of just bitching about it.” Graham’s impressive arms flexed as he tightened his grip on the wheel and took a deep breath, a punch of guilt hitting him for losing his temper. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I know this is a lot for you. But I’m doing my best, man. Why can’t we treat it like a camping trip? Just because it’s your, uh…time of the month…doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves. I mean, fuck, dude. Pretty sure enjoying ourselves is ALL we’re going to be doing out here,” Graham chuckled, running a hand through his raven hair as he blushed.

“Come on, bro! The least you can do is NOT make it sound like I’m getting my period or something,” Luke huffed. “And I told you, I don’t enjoy this,” he said, putting a hand on his chest. “The other guy does.”

“Suuuuuure,” Graham said, smirking. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

“What? Dude, I told you, I don’t…I don’t actually want to do all that…stuff…that he does. That’s not me,” the blonde insisted.

“Except that it literally is,” the dark-haired hunk countered. “I was there, dude. I heard the curse. It’s your ‘wild side’ that comes out during the period of the full moon each month…emphasis on ‘your.’ That’s you, dude. These are all YOUR desires and impulses, not someone else’s.”

“Bullshit,” Luke spat, his scowl growing. “There’s no way I’d ever want to do…to become…that,” he shuddered.

“I don’t know, man. You seem pretty convincing at the time,” Graham laughed. “Also, what the fuck are you so uptight about? I’m out here doing it with you, remember? You don’t hear me complaining about any of it. Shit’s hot, dude.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Luke sighed as they finally pulled up in front of the compact cabin. A spacious porch lined the single-story structure on the two sides that overlooked the nearby lake, with thick patches of forest looming around the other two. The lush woodlands and massive body of water drew people to the area from all over the country, especially during the summer, but Graham had made sure to pick as isolated a spot as he could find. They were tucked away on one of the lake’s natural nooks, far from the typical boating and fishing spots, with no other cabins, campgrounds, or official trails for miles. The cabin barely had electricity, they had only rudimentary cell reception, and even the smallest town was well beyond a distance that either of them could easily walk. Luke really did appreciate the lengths to which his friend had gone to keep him safe; he just hated that it was necessary in the first place. “It’s not your ass that’s on the line. Like, literally. I’m the one who…who…really wants to suck your dick right now.” Luke’s eyes went wide, followed by a rapid flushing of his cheeks when he realized what he’d said. “Already?! What the fuck?! It’s not even sunset!”

“Just in time,” Graham said, giving Luke’s thigh a squeeze. “Come on…let’s get the car unloaded while we can.”

“Dude, even after I…you know…I can still unload the car,” Luke grumbled. “I’m not THAT bad.” He grabbed both of their duffles from the backseat while his friend unlocked the cabin, already having to concentrate to maintain his focus. If the sight of Graham’s muscled torso straining against a tight teal t-shirt, his friend’s olive hue popping against the bright fabric, was like a beacon, then the ample globes shifting and bouncing in the other man’s mesh shorts were sirens. “Fuuuuuuuck your ass looks good right now,” he groaned as he followed Graham inside the cabin, his whole body going purple.

The dark-haired jock grinned and flexed his meaty cheeks, giving the hefty bubble a shake before motioning around the interior. The cabin was a single room, with a queen bed on one side, a kitchenette on the other, and a small living area set up at the far end. There was a small bathroom with a sink and toilet, but the only shower was attached to the back of the cabin outside. It was clear that people were supposed to spend their time outside on the porch or down by the water, both of which were likely in the picture whether Luke wanted them to be or not. “Home sweet home,” Graham said, leaning in to give his blushing friend a quick peck on the cheek.

Luke instinctively pulled back, his eyes going wide when he realized he was now looking slightly up at his friend. “Fuck! Already with this, too?! I hAaAte this part,” he whined, his stomach dropping when his deep voice cracked.

Graham gave Luke a swat on the rear, refusing to laugh at his friend’s discomfort. His own head was spinning over the fact that he was now taller than a man who’d been his exact height for the entirety of their twenty-seven years on the planet, so he could only imagine how Luke must feel. “Come on, stud. Let’s get the groceries.”

“ThiiIIiisS isS whaAt I meEaAn, thoOuUgh,” Luke croaked, his voice cracking more and more. “HoOw coOuUld I poOssiblyY wAant this?!” His embarrassment only grew when Graham picked up one of the stuffed boxes and handed it to him, the weight feeling far heavier than it should. Luke had spent his entire life as a jock, always excelling at whatever physical act he and his brawny body attempted, so to feel those muscles slowly melt as he shed inches in height should have been a nightmare. The shrinking blonde staggered as he followed Graham back to the house, already feeling his board shorts loosening their grip around his waist. He made it inside before they fell, though they rode significantly lower than where they’d started. His tank-top had likewise started to drape, but it hadn’t reached the gown-like proportions it would.

“I don’t know, dude. I’m not a shrink,” Graham said, giving an awkward chuckle as he set his box down and took the one from his friend. “Sorry, poor choice of words. What I meant to say is I’m not a ‘twink’.”

“Fuck you,” Luke squeaked, letting out a slow sigh when he heard the lightened tone to his voice. It was still higher and softer than it should have been considering his overall build, but at least it had settled on a pitch and stopped cracking. “Ugh. Listen to that shit,” he said, rubbing his thinning neck. He guessed himself to be close to 5’7”, down from his original 6’, with plenty still to lose. “This part’s the worst. I still feel like the old me, but I look…and sound…so weird.”

“You don’t look ‘weird’, dude,” Graham laughed, reaching out and running his hands along Luke’s bare arms. The shortened limbs weren’t the mighty pistons they’d been on the ride up, nor were the blonde’s pecs as prominent or his shoulders as broad, but he was still covered in lean, solid muscle. “You DO sound kind of funny. But in like an adorable way,” he said, ruffling his friend’s hair.

“It’s not funny,” Luke chirped, his board shorts finally landing at his ankles when he stomped a foot in frustration. His boxers went with them, leaving his dwindling, rapidly hardening cock on full display. Instead of a thick seven, the solid organ topped out at just under five inches, a size that would soon seem huge.

“I know you don’t believe me,” Graham said before the blushing blonde could stammer out an embarrassed exclamation over his diminished endowment, “but I mean it, dude. You’re so fucking cute when you’re like this. And I don’t even mean how you look, which, while we’re on the subject, is so hot, by the way. Have you seen your ass when you’re like this? And your face? You’re legit pretty, dude. You’re all curvy and soft and it drives me wild, man. But that’s not my favorite part,” Graham said, his gym-calloused hands seeming huge on Luke’s increasingly slender shoulders. “Maybe if you could see it from my perspective you’d understand where I’m coming from, but it’s not how you look, dude. It’s how happy you are. I’ve known you for as long as I can remember and I’ve literally never seen you happier, bro. You’re just, like, I don’t know…a bundle of joy when you’re like this. You seem free. Fully. If this really is somewhere inside you…I think you should find a way to let it out more often.”

Luke didn’t know what to say. He leaned his face into Graham’s rugged palm when the other man stroked his cheek, his softened stomach fluttering. He knew his abs were gone even before he lifted his thinned arms to let the tank-top be pulled free, just like he knew how flat his chest would be and how short his three-inch nub would look. The only parts of his reduced frame that still had any real size were his ass and thighs, but the ample flesh was soft and supple, not strong and solid. “You just want a way to get your dick sucked without leaving the apartment,” Luke grinned, his now-dainty hands toying with the waist of Graham’s shorts. He’d reached his final form, no longer a brawny jock but a waifish, curvy twink. He was barely five feet tall, with arms that his friend could fully close a meaty fist around and an ass that rippled at the slightest provocation. His mental transition was still unfolding, but Luke found himself dreading it less than he had in the past.

“We could call that a silver lining,” the bigger man shrugged. “It’s yours whenever you want it, dude.”

“Fuuuuck,” Luke groaned, shaking his head. “This is what’s so hard! I want you to fuck me, like, soooooo bad. But I’m still, like, mostly me! What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Were you not listening to a word I just said? I think we know what it means, man. Maybe we should give this a shot when you look like the bigger version of yourself, too,” Graham suggested.

“Wait…you’d…you’d do that,” Luke asked, a surprised look dawning on his softened features.

“Of course, dude,” Graham said, as if it should have been obvious. “I care about you, not what you look like. Also, what’s the big deal? It’s just fucking, dude. We’ve never switched roles either, but I’m game if you want to take a crack at me. You make it look fun enough,” he grinned. “In fact, while we’re on the subject of switching roles…”

Luke let out a gasp when Graham suddenly dropped to his knees and swallowed the entirety of his diminished package. He wanted nothing more than for them to reverse roles, but his friend’s hands were clamped on his yielding cheeks, holding him in place. Though he hated to admit it, Luke absolutely loved the sensation of being putty in the bigger man’s hands, loved how Graham towered over him, a sensation that he didn’t know how to process. He’d always been told he was supposed to want to be big and strong and aggressive, and he struggled to wrap his head around the idea that maybe it wasn’t what he wanted at all. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…Graham…I’m gonna…” Luke broke off in a quiet whimper, his shrunken cock already exploding in his friend’s mouth. It would be ready to go again in minutes, and the bottom-heavy blonde could ride a dick for hours in his current state, but he still felt a stab of embarrassment at how quick he was to pop off.

“How’d I do,” the kneeling hunk asked, wiping his chin as he grinned up at his flushed friend.

“Fuckin’ great,” Luke panted, feeling dizzy as his slender fingers stroked through Graham’s dark hair.

“Gotta be honest…I wouldn’t hate being able to do that all the time either,” the strapping stud said, flashing a bashful grin as he blushed. “Or this.”

Luke was roughly spun around before he could ask what his friend meant, going up on his toes when the kneeling jock spread his plump cheeks and buried his stubble-covered face between them. He grabbed the nearby bed frame for support and marveled at how thin his arms were as he writhed against Graham’s rooting tongue, once again confronted with an uncomfortable truth. As he watched the meager muscles tensing, Luke didn’t miss his stolen size. Like Graham had said, his slender frame didn’t feel weak and helpless, it felt light and nimble. He wasn’t burdened with the expectations and assumptions his other body brought him, and he was quickly realizing that he might actually resent more than enjoy his bigger frame. It wasn’t lost on the groaning twink that he was thinking of his strapping physique as his “other” body as opposed to his “real” one, but he didn’t have a chance to pull that mental thread. “OOOOHHHHHHHhhhh yyyeeeeesssss,” he howled when Graham worked a pair of stubby digits inside. He rooted back against the probing fingers, unable to hold back the increasingly loud moans. “Wait…I want…I want to see you,” he finally whimpered, his face desperate as he looked back over a bony shoulder.

“All you have to do is ask,” Graham purred. He stood and slowly peeled out of his t-shirt, flexing his arms, abs and pecs in the process, before just as slowly working his shorts and briefs down.

“Oh my god you’re so fucking hot,” Luke whimpered as he watched the olive-hued hunk flex. His whole body vibrated with desire at the sight of Graham’s thick, solid cock, the longing so intense that the drooling blonde barely noticed his own absent envy. In his current state he normally felt embarrassed and jealous at the sight of his friend’s comparatively massive member, but now he simply wanted it. “Keep…keep flexing…” he chirped. “Stroke it for me.”

Graham grinned and started to do as he was told, but stopped after a single pump. “Okay, but only if you do the same.”

“Deal,” Luke nodded, his shrunken frame going crimson as he flexed a thin arm and started tweaking his shortened poker. The actions finally brought the rush of embarrassment he’d been expecting, but not in the way he’d anticipated. Luke wasn’t humiliated or mortified as he went at his softened body, it was the kind of fun, mutual embarrassment that accompanied most intimate acts in their early stages. The look of pure hunger in Graham’s eyes kept the withered jock from feeling anything close to self pity, as did the steady stream oozing from the bigger man’s aching organ. “Okay…I reeeeaaaaaally need that thing inside me,” Luke chirped after a few moments. He’d started shifting his weight from foot-to-foot as he squirmed, the motion causing the aching at his rear to grow.

Graham hopped onto the bed and patted the tops of his muscled thighs, wrapping his powerful arms around the smaller man the blonde bounced onto his lap. He fell back against the mattress as their lips met, holding Luke in place for a deep, lingering kiss. “Fuuuuuuck you feel good,” he groaned, arching his back when the eager twink sat up and expertly impaled himself.

“Boy saaaaaame,” Luke grunted, his dainty jaw going slack. He started squirming and rocking his hips, with Graham’s thick, warm rod lighting him up from the inside. “Go…goddamn I love that dick. Want you to…to…beat this pussy…up…” he moaned, the hunger flashing in his eyes. Luke felt dizzy as he started bouncing in earnest, the now-familiar weightlessness draping itself over his thin shoulders. It was that filter-free, uninhibited abandon that Graham loved so much, only this time Luke was more aware of it. He was more aware of everything. Normally by this point of his transformation he’d more or less been kicked out of the driver seat, but now his hands were still on the wheel. Though the mental road was slippery, and the wheel fought against his grip, it gradually occurred to Luke that he was still in control this time, that maybe he really did want to be doing all this after all. “Oh fuck…oh…oh fuck! Gra…Grammy! It’s…I’m me! I’m…I’m still meeeEEEEE!” Luke broke off in a shrill wail as he came, spurting all over his friend’s sculpted pecs. As worked up as they both were, it wasn’t long before Graham followed suit, his strapping frame shuddering as he unloaded into the blonde’s supple bubble.

“Whoooooooo,” the bigger man whistled, his sticky chest heaving as he caught his breath. “That was intense. Shit. Off to a killer start, bud,” he chuckled, giving Luke’s thighs a squeeze. “What was that you were saying?”

“I’m…I’m still me in here! Like, I still feel mostly like…like me!” the blonde cried, his eyes wide.

“Wait…so you’re saying you still feel like Big Luke,” Graham asked, his arms inflating as he propped himself up on his elbows. He raised an eyebrow and grinned, displaying none of the blonde’s concern. “Does that mean it was you who just called me Grammy?”

“This isn’t funny!” Luke squeaked, his whole body going crimson. “What does this mean? What if I don’t turn back?! What if I…” The smaller man was cut off when Graham sat up and pressed their mouths together again, busying their tongues. He maintained the kiss even as he rolled over, effortlessly shifting Luke’s lighter weight beneath him. When he finally did pull his mouth away it was only so he could start working his lips and tongue over the rest of the blonde’s lithe frame, keeping him pinned in place until Graham had once again swallowed the shrunken organ and sucked a fresh load out of it. “You…you really ARE great at that,” Luke panted, his frantic expression having melted into a mask of dazed bliss.

“Thank you,” the chiseled jock said, his tone proud as he slid back up and positioned his arm for Luke to nestle against him. “But you forgot the ending. ‘You really are great at that…’” He trailed off expectantly, eliciting a sharp giggle when his strong fingers began tickling the blonde’s side. “Come on…say it. You know you want to,” he goaded, his relentless fingers still in motion.

“Fine! Okay…okay…” Luke panted, his whole body purple with embarrassment. “You really are great at that, Grammy.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” the bigger man sighed, giving Luke a peck on the cheek. “Why is it so hot when you call me that? Now I’m confused,” he laughed, leaning in for another kiss.

The pair lingered in each other’s arms until sunset, when their growling stomachs finally forced them from the bed. As with his previous transformations, Luke appeared entirely eager as he pulled Graham outside to the shower, but, unlike before, now the giddy twink had room for a rush of embarrassment. It didn’t stop him, just like it didn’t stop him from commenting on how nice his friend’s dick looked when the bigger man slipped into nothing but a pair of mesh shorts, nor did Luke hesitate to slip into one of his bright little thongs. While Graham cooked, he still danced around the cabin, shimmying and twerking with the same giddy eagerness while he unpacked their things. A part of Luke was mortified at his behavior, but, with each little giggle, as his smile refused to fade, it slowly started to occur to him that the emotion was born out of expectation, not reality. He wasn’t actually horrified or humiliated at all; he was having a blast.

Later that night, when Graham fucked him under the bright, full moon along the water’s edge, Luke started to think that his friend might have been right all along. That suspicion continued to grow when he woke up in the other man’s arms the following morning, and as they hiked, swam, fucked, and basked in each other’s presence all day. With his previous perceptions still intact, Luke was discovering that just because he was smaller didn’t mean he was weak or helpless, and just because he was flirty and silly didn’t make him less of anything. He could do things with his new body that his old one couldn’t, could have things done to his new body that couldn’t be done to his bigger frame, and Luke was starting to feel like it was a fair trade. His short, wiry frame was nimble and light, easy to heft and manhandle in a way that his strapping physique wasn’t. And his supple, bouncing bubble, slender hands, and soft lips could pleasure Graham in a way that gym-calloused mitts, a stubble-covered chin, and granite cheeks couldn’t. True to his word, the dark-haired hunk let Luke take a crack at his own ample rear, but while it was a fun experiment, they quickly came to the conclusion that they preferred the status quo. Luke’s shrunken rod didn’t have the reach or the staying power, and while Graham’s tight, virgin hole felt fantastic, the thrusting twink felt more jealous than anything.

As the following day passed much like the one before it, Luke actually began to dread the thought of returning to his old self. Just thinking about it felt heavy and restricting, like he was wrapping himself in a straightjacket, not a hunky, athletic frame. With his wits about him this time, he and Graham had already started to fall into a new rhythm, and his larger friend seemed just as reluctant for things to come to an end as he did. Luke’s eager attitude was infectious, bringing out a similar response in the brawny brunette in a way he never could as a stoic stud.

But when the afternoon turned into evening, Luke still hadn’t started to change back. They’d been going at each other in a frenzy, trying to squeeze out every last drop of their temporary bliss, so focused on each other that they didn’t even notice when the evening crept past midnight. Graham was the first to catch on, and he tried to keep his tone gentle as he broke the news.

“Luke…uh…how’re you feeling,” he asked, stroking the smaller man’s soft blonde hair as his friend rested his head against his chest.

“After what you just did? Fantastic,” he chuckled, his eyes going wide when he looked up and finally registered the darkness outside. “What time is it? How long have we…we…oh,” he said, reluctantly peeling himself from Graham’s torso and sitting up on the bed. He kicked his shortened legs as they dangled over the edge above the floor, blinking rapidly as he looked down at his lithe little frame. “I guess that’s that,” he finally squeaked in his permanent new voice.

“You don’t know that,” Graham offered as he sat up and threw an arm around the smaller man. “Maybe this moon is different? Maybe it’ll just take a bit longer?”

Luke shook his head. Normally he could feel things building on either side of the full moon, but now there wasn’t the slightest pressure. “No…I think this is really it. Wow. I don’t…I thought I’d be more freaked out than this? I mean, I have noooooo idea what we tell people, but…”

“Who cares,” Graham shrugged. “We’ll figure it out. The important thing is how YOU feel. You’re really good with this?”

Luke blushed but nodded. “A couple days ago? No way. But now? The big guy’s pretty convincing,” he grinned, reaching over to squeeze Graham’s thick hose. “The guy he’s attached to isn’t so bad either,” he said, slipping over so that he straddled the brunette’s lap on his knees. He eagerly returned the kiss when Graham leaned forward, still relishing the sensation of his friend’s bigger hands kneading his supple cheeks.

“Oh, hey…I just thought of something,” the burly brunette said when he broke off the kiss. “What if things just, like, switched? Maybe the next full moon you’ll turn into a big ‘ol meathead or something?”

Luke grinned, grinding his tiny cock against Graham’s stomach. “Guess we’ll find out,” he shrugged.