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Overcast, ch. 26: Like You
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 16:34:43 +0000 UTCDoug beamed as he walked through the door, his sharp, stubble-covered cheeks split by a broad grin. The olive-hued hunk could barely contain himself, more eager to see his roommate than he’d ever been in the past. It wasn’t that he and Billy didn’t get along or didn’t like each other, just that they didn’t really have anything in common. Doug was a jock through and through, far more focused on all things related to his body than to his brain, and Billy was the exact opposite. The wiry brunette was slim and scrawny, bookish and unassuming compared to Doug’s boisterous bravado. The dark-haired jock loved sports and fucking, whereas Billy had never so much as watched a single football game and could have still been a virgin for all Doug knew. While the strapping stud hooked up several nights a week, he’d never seen his roommate bring anyone home, nor had the waifish brunette ever talked about a partner or even a random sexual encounter, going all the way back to their freshman year in the dorms. Doug suspected that Billy might have a thing for him, he’d caught the smaller man stealing glances and the shy little nerd seemed to hang on his every word at times, but they’d never actually addressed it.
As far as he was concerned, they didn’t need to. Billy had never crossed any lines into creepy territory, and Doug was flattered by the attention, though he was careful not to lead the other man on. He wasn’t interested in taunting his friend with something he couldn’t have, but if Billy enjoyed the sight of him hanging out in his boxer briefs, then they both got something out of it as far as Doug was concerned. He got to be comfortable, and his uptight companion got a deposit for his spank bank. Doug had tried to coax Billy out of his shell around the apartment, and to include him in his trips to the gym and more physical activities. Likewise, the smaller man had tried to include his lumbering roommate in his gaming sessions and trips to the comic shop, but neither had much success. Instead, they’d landed at a mutual respect for each other’s lifestyle, sharing in them when they could and keeping them unobtrusive when they couldn’t.
It was an easy equilibrium to maintain. They both genuinely enjoyed the other’s company, turning the antagonistic relationship between Jocks and Nerds on its head. Despite being the same 23 years of age, Doug looked out for Billy like a big brother, justifying his actions by pointing to the seven inches he had over the brunette’s 5’7” frame. The smaller man did the same, only on an intellectual level, pointing to his membership on the honor roll compared to the sculpted stud’s barely-passing grades. Billy had tried to tutor Doug over the years, but it had worked about as well as the dark-haired Adonis’s attempts at getting the smaller man to lift weights.
The difference was that the wiry brunette didn’t actually need to lift weights, while his hunky companion did have to use his brain. Doug had started college on a baseball scholarship, but he’d quickly burnt out trying to keep up with practices and workout sessions and classes and homework and maintaining a social life. Unfortunately, having always relied on his athletic abilities to get ahead, the flustered jock floundered. Doug felt like he was starting from scratch in his senior year, determined to graduate but having neither a plan for what came next, nor any real confidence in his ability to achieve it. He certainly didn’t have the intellectual capacity for grad school or continuing education, and, after four years of college and a mountain of impending debt, he didn’t relish the idea of working as a waiter or in retail. He knew he had the looks and the body for something like OnlyFriends, but even that was a short term solution.
So when he stumbled across a link to a website selling affordable spells, Doug jumped at the opportunity. He knew the risks that came with less-than-reputable magic, the BMR had posters all over campus warning people of the dangers of unlicensed casting, but he was willing to roll the dice. He didn’t want anything massive or earth shaking, just a mental boost to make him smarter like Billy. And it wasn’t as if his roommate was a genius or had an astonishingly high IQ, which only added to Doug’s certainty that there wasn’t any harm in seeking some arcane assistance. He told himself he could have reached Billy’s level on his own if he’d had more time, so all he really wanted was a cosmic fast-forward. His friend had voiced vociferous opposition, and Doug’s affection for the other man had grown when the scrawny brunette offered to redouble his efforts and spend as much time tutoring the struggling stud as he needed. But Doug’s mind was made up, and he’d already gone through with it by that point anyway.
To both of their surprise, it seemed like the spell worked. Though it hadn’t yet been a week, Doug felt like his brain had been kicked into high gear. He could focus without the slightest difficulty, his thoughts no longer wandering after a few minutes, and his recall was spotless. Studying for the Economics exam he’d been dreading had been effortless, the test itself a breeze, and he’d just gotten word of his near-perfect score.
Doug planned to swing by the apartment to deliver the good news, then hit the gym for a celebratory workout as he’d been feeling slightly off all morning. He wasn’t exactly tired, but he felt like he was swimming upstream as he trudged across campus, his bag seeming heavier than usual, and the hills winding him more than he felt they should. Doug blamed it on the marathon study sessions he’d crammed in at the beginning of the week, and a natural adrenaline crash from the initial high of the spell’s success, nothing that an hour or two of exertion wouldn’t cure.
“Bro! It worked! I got a ninety eight!,” Doug called, slinging his bag onto the back of a nearby chair. “I told you it was a good idea!”
“That’s awesome about the grade,” Billy replied from his bedroom, his tone hesitant. “But we might have a problem.”
Doug gasped when his friend emerged, his jaw dropping at the sight of Billy’s unfamiliar body. The other man was clad in his usual outfit of small t-shirt and khaki shorts, only now the straining garments looked two sizes too small. Billy’s broadened shoulders and thickened arms made the t-shirt look like a tank-top, a pair of budding pecs straining against the front while the bottom now left an increasingly-defined strip of abdomen exposed. Likewise, the brunette’s shorts were glued to his perky new rear and expanded thighs. Billy hadn’t reached Doug’s athletic Adonis proportions, but neither did he look as scrawny as he normally did. He had actual tone and definition, a layer of lean muscle like someone who ran and climbed on a regular basis. “Billy? Is that…what the fuck, man?! Look at you!” Doug let out a shocked laugh, blinking and shaking his head as if it would revert his friend’s altered appearance.
Billy spread his arms and turned in a slow circle, giving the dark-haired jock a full view of his now-tapering torso. “It just started happening! My clothes started to feel tight, but I thought maybe I just fucked up the laundry or something. Then I looked in the mirror and…and…” Billy trailed off, his own widening jaw falling open. “Doug! Dude! You…you’re smaller!”
“WHAT,” Doug shrieked, darting into his bedroom. “That’s not possible! There’s no way I’m…I’m..smaller…” he sputtered. He gasped as he stared at his reflection, his stomach dropping at the undeniable alterations. The reduction hadn’t been as immediately noticeable given the loose nature of his muscle shirt and mesh shorts, but a reduction had occurred. Doug’s shoulders weren’t as broad, the round caps adorning the wide shelf less prominent than they should have been, just like the pecs below. And while the arms on either side were still sculpted, they lacked the imposing heft they’d had earlier that morning. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Doug stammered as he tore out of his shirt and shorts to get a better view. His heart started racing at what he saw, or, more specifically, didn’t see, as his strapping physique had already dwindled significantly. Eight-pack abs had been reduced by half, meaty thighs now looked merely toned, and his heather boxer-briefs were nowhere near as tight and stuffed as they should have been. “What the fuck is happening?!”
“It’s gotta be that spell,” Billy said, his lingering eyes wide as he stared at his stripping, shrinking friend. “I told you not to mess with that shit, dude! What exactly did you order?!”
“Oh…oh no,” Doug whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. Whether due to his increased mental acumen or the benefit of hindsight, the flaw was immediately evident. “I told them I wanted to be like you. But I only meant up here,” he cried, his arm already a fraction of its normal size as he reached up and tapped the side of his head. “Not all over!”
“So why am I getting bigger,” Billy asked, squirming as his clothes continued their constriction. The ballooning brunette’s belly button was now exposed, the comically ill-fitting shirt making it clear that he was growing taller as well as wider.
“I’m not an expert…clearly…but I’d bet some wires got crossed. Or maybe there was some magical backflow? So I’m becoming like you, and you’re becoming like…”
“Does that mean I’m going to get stupid?!” Billy interrupted, the color draining from his face.
“Hey! I wasn’t stupid,” Doug countered. “It’s not like I was some illiterate neanderthal. I just needed some help focusing.”
“Goddamnit, bro. What the fuck did you get us into,” Billy sighed, finally giving in and struggling out of the tortured t-shirt before it exploded. He did the same with the bursting bottoms, his consternation forgotten at the first unobstructed view of the sprouting muscle. Instead of flat, his chest was solid and sculpted, the stomach below officially marked by a half dozen defined tiles while the arms on either side were approaching meathead proportions. But it was his lower half that truly caught Billy’s attention, specifically the heaping bulge wedged between his sturdy new thighs. Like the rest of his clothes, the comic-book briefs were stuffed beyond capacity by his granite globes and girthier package, his appearance having officially crossed into Athletic territory. “Oh, shit! Look at that! No wonder it feels like these things are squeezing my nuts off,” he laughed, gripping the large lump in an equally large hand before tugging them down without the slightest hesitation. “Theeeere we go. Much better,” he said, letting out a deep breath before catching himself. The now-brawny brunette blushed when it occurred to him that, for the first time in all their years together, he’d just casually stripped naked in front of Doug, whose stricken expression hovered between shock and hunger. “Oh! Uh…wow. This is wild, bro.”
Doug didn’t know how to respond. The sight of his friend’s buff new body was captivating on a level he’d never experienced before. He was used to seeing ripped men in various states of undress, he’d spent countless hours in shared showers and locker rooms, but he’d never been so turned on by the sight before. He knew it was the spell, that his earlier suspicions about Billy’s attraction towards him had just been confirmed; he just wasn’t prepared for how potent the feelings would be. He also knew what it meant for himself, that as soon as he was able to tear his eyes away from the growing god in front of him he’d find his own withered body waiting, a cost his twitching cock was increasingly willing to pay. “Billy…you’re…you’re huge,” he said, his stomach fluttering. It wasn’t just the other man’s appearance, it was his behavior. As would be expected under the circumstances, Billy was already acting and talking like him. The naked hunk didn’t appear embarrassed or insecure at his exposure, and he didn’t carry himself with a cringing, head-down attitude. He was calm and confident, displaying almost none of Billy’s original uptight inhibitions. The inflated brunette had also already sworn and used the words “dude” and “bro” more times in one conversation than Doug could ever recall, while he’d yet to say them once himself.
“I really fuckin’ am, aren’t I,” Billy chuckled, his fat cock twitching as he ran a hand over his newborn abs. He reached down and gripped the lengthened organ, not trying to cover it as the swaying snake surged to its new eight-inch length. “Guess you really did become like me,” he said, his bashful smile looking out of place against the rest of his statuesque new features.
“What do you…oh! That’s…that’s disappointing,” Doug said when he finally looked down and noticed his rigid state. The meager tent was merely another disappointing destination at which his eyes arrived, the journey there a head-spinning trek over a flattened chest and a softened stomach. “I don’t want this to sound judgemental, but, uh, how big were you,” he asked, his whole body going crimson. A part of him wanted to strip out of the oversized underwear with the same casual ease that Billy had displayed, only now he found himself hesitating, a sudden shyness having crept in to fill the void left by his missing confidence.
“Somewhere between four-and-a-half and five,” Billy said, his deepened voice sympathetic as he watched Doug’s hands hovering at the elastic of the drooping boxer-briefs. “You can look, bro. It’s just us. I mean, fuck, dude…you’re seein’ all my shit. Let’s just get it out of the way.”
Doug quivered at Billy’s gentle encouragement, swooning at the unfamiliar sensation of being the one who needed it. His hands trembled as he pushed the underwear down, his short, thin new cock and shrunken balls looking petite between his now-supple thighs. His newfound attraction for Billy grew when he looked up and saw the now-bigger man’s soft smile waiting, completely devoid of any mockery or pity. The view, specifically the tilt of his head, made Doug aware of what else he’d lost, the evaporating inches forgotten in the terror of his melting muscle. “I…I really did shrink, didn’t I? I didn’t just get thinner, I actually did get…shorter…I…oh god…what am I going to…how do I…this can’t…I can’t…” Doug stammered, the weight of it all slamming into him at once. He’d gone from a strapping, olive-skinned stud to a tiny, olive-tinted twink, his abundant muscle replaced by slender curves. The only part of himself that still had any mass to it was the surprisingly cute backside he’d never noticed on his friend before, but it was nowhere near solid. Even his face had softened, losing the lantern jaw and razor cheeks in exchange for pouty lips and a button nose. And while he’d acquired Billy’s brilliance, he’d also apparently taken on his friend’s anxieties, leaving him flustered, mortified, and painfully aroused as he stood naked and hard with his altered proportions on full display.
“Just breathe, bro,” Billy said, swallowing the shrunken stud’s now-slender shoulder in a meaty paw. ‘It’ll be okay. I promise.” When Doug didn’t look up, the bigger brunette pulled the smaller man in for a hug, surprising himself at how easy physical contact had become.
The trembling twink bit back a groan at the sensation of Billy’s thickened club wedging between them as he clung to the ripped stud. He let out an awkward laugh after a moment’s silence, his hands resting just above the other man’s ample new rear. “You really DID carry a torch for me, didn’t you?”
Billy blushed again, holding Doug out at arm’s length. “How could I not? You’re fuckin’ hot, bro.”
The dark-haired new waif struggled to meet his friend’s eyes. “At least you’ll always have the memories…”
“Oh, fuck no, we’re not doing that,” Billy grunted, holding Doug’s chin in place so that his friend couldn’t look away. “What’s with this ‘did’ bullshit? Does it feel like I stopped,” he grinned, batting his inflated cock against Doug’s softened side before his expression went serious. “I’m really sorry, bro. If you got all my bullshit along with the brains, I know how that feels. Like, literally. Is this what it’s always been like for you? This all feels so…easy…all of a sudden. I would’ve been way too embarrassed to ever do any of this before.”
“But..if you became like me, doesn’t that mean you’re into girls now,” Doug asked, fighting the urge to reach out and start stroking the bigger man’s aching club.
“Huh. Maybe? I’ll have to think about it,” Billy shrugged. “Right now, the only person I really want anything to do with is standing in front of me,” he purred, taking Doug’s hand and guiding it to his cock. “Since we both know what you want right now, why don’t we worry about the details later? For once in my life, I just want to have some fun and not over think it.”
Doug didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry as he started tugging on Billy’s cock, so he settled on letting out a low moan. He was having a harder time wrapping his head around the confident charm oozing out of his friend more than the size discrepancy between them. His flattened chest heaved as he leaned in and started kissing the muscle that used to be his, the solid flesh at once familiar and entirely foreign. His years of “horsing around” with teammates had given him a certain familiarity with the sensation of bare, masculine flesh, even in more intimate areas, but Doug never imagined that it could ever feel like this. As Billy towered over him, the bigger man’s eager hands gliding along his own softened frame, he wondered if this was how his previous partners had felt in his strong, sturdy arms - safe, secure, and painfully aroused. Like the original Billy would have in his shoes, Doug found himself letting someone else take charge for the first time. He was the one being guided and coaxed. He was the one with tentative, hungry hands. When he dropped to his knees and swallowed as much of his stolen girth as he could, he was the one beaming up at Billy with bright, doe eyes. “This is…I don’t even know what to say…you feel incredible,” he panted, nuzzling the bigger brunette’s spit-slick cock.
“Fuck, bro, so do you. I didn’t think it was possible for me to be MORE into you, but here we are,” Billy chuckled with a drunken laugh, flexing his new pecs as Doug gazed up at him. “Want me to give you what you really want?”
Doug let himself be pulled to his feet, uncertain how to answer. “Sort of thought that’s what we were already dooOOOHHHH!” He went up on his toes when Billy adjusted the grip on his plump bubble, slipping a pair of fingers into his surprisingly eager hole. “What…what is…oh fuck…” he groaned, his slack-jawed mouth meeting Billy’s as the bigger man rooted around inside him.
“You’ve never looked in my third dresser drawer, have you,” the burly brunette asked with a bashful grin.
“Well look…at you…” Doug sputtered as he writhed. “Guess someone wasn’t as…uptight…as I thought…”
“I’m actually a little jealous,” Billy shrugged. “We’re definitely switching things up at some point. But you can let me practice eating pussy until then.”
Doug gasped when the other man effortlessly lifted him off his feet and playfully tossed him onto the bed, manhandling his hips up into the air. The stunned former stud barely had time to look back over his shoulder before Billy’s stubble-covered features were obscured by his bouncing bubble, his vision blissfully blurring as the bigger man’s tongue went to work. Doug could barely process any of it, from how good it felt, to how much he enjoyed the smug way Billy referred to his pussy, to the way he’d loved being manhandled and tossed around. A part of him was still in shock, he knew that much, but Doug was content to leave that part alone and focus instead on the ecstasy ripping through him.
That ecstasy reached new heights when Billy finally pulled his mouth away and went to work with the meaty organ Doug had really been craving. The former ladies man had been mortified at the shrill cries he’d been unable to hold back, and at the way his rippling bubble slammed and clapped while his shapeless arms struggled to hold him upright, but only at first. He had Billy to help hold him, and the way his softened frame shook and rippled was clearly a turn on for the bigger man.
The pair took their time after their first frenzied session, getting to know themselves as well as each other. Grunts and whimpers turned into laughs and giggles as they flexed and posed and pawed at their altered body while the other watched. Doug was still mostly mortified as he tugged away on his shrunken rod, but the look of pure adoration on Billy’s hardened features let him not only go through with it, but enjoy it. And when it was the buff brunette’s turn, the olive-tinted twink was so captivated by how well his friend wore the stolen muscle and his purloined package that he didn’t actually want it back. Watching Billy flex and stroke and exude an overwhelming amount of masculine charm, Doug was already more than happy to experience his former body vicariously. He didn’t know how the rest of the world would respond to their swapped roles, him the timid twink and Billy the buff beauty, but, like his friend had said, they’d figure it out together.
They began that process hours later, when they’d finally run out of steam. They scrubbed down in the shower, Doug adjusting to both his shortened perspective and the way his anxious insecurities wanted to come surging back now that the lustful haze had faded. Billy appeared entirely unfazed at strutting around the apartment naked, exactly as Doug would have, but insecure or not, the smaller man wasn’t going to complain about the view.
Neither was Billy. “Wow. That’s a fantasy unlocked,” the bigger man laughed as he watched Doug slip into a pair of his former briefs. The red-and-blue Spiderman print showed off the smaller man’s plump bubble and lackluster bulge, now fitting the former hunk’s shrunken frame like a glove. “I’d picture you squeezing into my underwear sometimes, but I never thought about you looking like me when you did it. That’s, uh…yeah,” he chuckled, blushing as his cock started twitching to life again. His smile grew when Doug blushed in return, and he pulled the shrunken man into his arms before he could open another drawer. “Uh-uh. You’re staying just like this until you get used to it,” he purred, giving the brief-covered bubble a swat. “Like you always said…I needed to come out of my shell a little.”
Doug searched his friend’s eyes as he lingered in the bigger man’s arms. “How ARE you doing, by the way? I really, really like this new you, but how’s everything up here,” he said, running his hand through the other man’s short, soft hair.
“Seems fine,” Billy shrugged. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier…I was kinda freaking out. I know you’re not stupid.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t on your level, either. Are you lying to me right now,” he asked, pinching Billy’s nipples.
The burly brunette yelped but didn’t pull away. “I mean…it feels a little weird, not gonna lie. But not bad! Just kind of…fuzzy? Maybe distracted is a better word. This fucker’s got a mind of its own, I can tell already,” he chuckled again, grabbing his twitching cock for emphasis. “But I’ll get used to it. To all of it. Carrying all this meat around feels so, so weird,” he said, squirming, “but you’ll just have to help me through it. And with this, obviously,” Billy purred, guiding Doug’s hand back to his now-rigid cock.
“Obviously,” the smaller man said, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Weird to think that I’m going to be tutoring you noowwooOOHH!” Doug yelped when Billy tossed him over a shoulder and stood up from the edge of the bed in one easy motion, a large hand kneading his rear as he was carried back to his own bedroom.
“You’re going to give me pointers for all sorts of things,” Billy grunted, pulling the back of Doug’s briefs down and giving one of the cheeks a kiss. “We’ll start with the pussy eating, then you can tell me how to wear one of your old jockstraps. After that, maybe you can finally walk me through lifting those weights like you’ve always talked about.”
Billy swallowed hard and nodded, only interested in the first part at the moment. “Deal.”
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Voting Options
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Option 1: A BMR agent’s regular visits to a magical massage parlor take a turn when they grow tired of him blackmailing them, resulting in him joining the staff. (muscle growth, cock shrink, stripped)
Option 2: A man goes to one of the viewing booths at a specialized porn shop, only to wind up on the wrong side of the glass. (pec growth, butt growth)
Option 3: A pair of friends rent a room at a seedy “magical motel” that sells fantasy encounters, but things don’t go as planned when they find themselves on the receiving end of more than a good time. (p2v)
Option 4: A fit hunk on his way home from a triathlon has a chance encounter in the woods behind a rest stop, literally taking on the weight of his expectations. (muscle growth, hairy, weight gain)
Comments
The Screaming Moist
This was another one that wasn’t going to go the happy ending route originally, but it felt right once I started working on it.
LuciferDragonshift
Nawww, this was was sweet. I'd love a check back in on them after they've lived with their new selves for a while. Hopefully they can balance each other out both start going to the gym and sharing their smarts and talents while falling further in love with each other. I'm a sucker for a happy ending, as much as I enjoy a good bad ending for the deservingly bad.
