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From the Archives: Only A Dream
🕑 Added 2023-11-02 12:50:37 +0000 UTC*** This was posted as a vignette way back in 2018. I can't remember if it ever got posted for everyone? Either way, enjoy! ***
Kyle was having the nightmare again. He’d been having it for as long as he could remember, which wasn’t really all that long if he’d ever stopped to think about it. But that’s not how his brain worked. Kyle lived like a goldfish; moment to moment, day to day. He never thought much about what came before.
The dream was always the same. He’d open his eyes and see an image of himself on a large screen. There was an image of Mike next to him, only neither of them looked the way they should. They were both naked, with solid, athletic builds. Mike at least looked close to how he should, though he appeared too small overall and his dick too big. Kyle was the opposite, appearing larger and more muscular than he should, with a dick that was far too small.
Every time, the dream started with the feeling of panic. Kyle would try and move, only to find himself frozen. He and Mike were floating in separate tubes, suspended in some kind of greenish fluid. He would try and gasp, waiting for the suffocating rush of liquid. It never came. Eventually, when he realized he wasn’t drowning, he would calm down enough to start noticing the room around them. It was tall and felt like a warehouse, with exposed metal and brick on the walls. There were the two large screens and a metal scaffolding that ran for several stories next to them. It was dimly lit with no windows, and despite the cavernous feeling, Kyle couldn’t help but feel as if they were underground. He didn’t know if Mike was aware too, but if he was, his bigger friend was clearly just as frozen.
Immediately in front of the tubes, standing by a bank of smaller monitors and a terminal that looked like a recording studio’s mixing board, were two men in lab coats. Kyle could never see their faces clearly. All he could see in the dream was that one was tall and one was short.
“Alright, last two and then we can get outta here,” the tall one said.
The short one looked at a chart and up at the monitors. “Should be easy. Both 23...about the same height, so nothing to mess with there, really….” he tapped a stylus against his lips absentmindedly while he thought something over. “No need to reinvent the wheel,” he said, pointing at the image of Mike on the screen. “Blondie’s already bigger. A little beef on him, so I say we swap it out and call it a day.”
The tall one laughed and shook his head. “Do you take no pride in your work?”
“I’m not gettin’ paid to take pride. Me and Linda are supposed to take the boat out this weekend...the sooner I can clock out, the better. You wanna get all fancy, do it on someone else’s shift.”
“Fiiine,” the tall one sighed, turning to the mixing board in front of him.
Kyle had no idea what they meant by “swapping out” as he watched the man adjust a few of the levers. Then the tingling started. It didn’t hurt, but felt like a wave of pins and needles washing over him. He couldn’t move his head to look down at himself, but he could clearly see what was happening on the screen.
This was the point where Kyle always felt like screaming. On screen, he watched his foreign, athletic body start changing. His modest, sculpted pecs deflated while his shoulders seemed to draw inwards. Thickly muscled arms withered into a set of lanky twigs. His flat, firm stomach sucked inwards against a visible ribcage and his sturdy thighs were gone entirely. Even his face was drawn and taut. It hadn’t been exactly right before, with it’s strong chin, thin lips, and prominent nose, but it was closer than the floating skeleton he’d become.
Kyle never understood the memories he experienced while this stage of the dream happened. He saw himself spending countless hours in the gym, playing sports and working out. He deftly ran across fields and caught footballs. He tackled other guys his own size. He was naked in locker rooms with men who had bodies like the one he’d just lost. It felt devastating but didn’t make any sense.
Then he’d see Mike. While he’d been losing mass, his friend had been gaining it. Mike’s already meaty frame had inflated to the point where he barely fit in the tube. His shoulders and lats were a wide, broad slab of muscle, forcing his enlarged, steely arms out at an angle. His powerful pecs shot out from his chest above a thick, lumpy stomach and his stocky legs were pistons of flesh that fought with each other for space.
“Alright fellas, here comes part two,” the short one said, adjusting more levers.
Kyle started tingling again as he watched his image on the screen begin to fill out. He always felt a wave of relief when his visible bones faded while he grew, but that relief never lasted. Instead of filling back out with firm muscle, Kyle was inflating with jiggling, supple flesh. Instead of abs he had a soft little belly. Instead of his round, solid pecs, he had a shapeless chest with enlarged nipples that raised up slightly. His arms were no longer lanky twigs, but they remained thin and undefined draping from his slight shoulders. While his top filled out slightly, most of the growth was centered on his lower half. His bony legs had puffed out into a set of round, thick thighs, and what should have been a tight little bubble with firm, small cheeks was a large, rotund set of globes. His face had filled back out into the one that looked more familiar, with thick, pouty lips and a button nose. The strong, athletic young man was gone, replaced by a soft, feminine version.
As with before, Mike had been changing at the same time. His friend was still a huge wall of muscle, only now the lumps were all gone. Instead of looking beefy and burly, Mike was sculpted. His bowling ball shoulders popped above arms that showed off each and every one of the muscle groups that lurked underneath the veins running across their surface. His pecs were bulging, symmetrical mounds of muscle above a tapering, shredded eight-pack waist. Mike’s thighs were still every bit as powerful, only now they looked less like tree trunks and more like marble carvings above his rocky calves. His inflated cheeks were almost as large as Kyle’s had become, but where the softened man’s were bouncing and squeezable, Mike’s were rock solid. His entire body was. He looked like a competitive bodybuilder, seemingly without an ounce of fat on him. Even his face was sharp, with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a beakish nose.
Kyle understood what the men had meant by “swapping out” when he looked at what they’d become. It was as if all his muscle had been sucked out and given to Mike, while all of the other man’s excess flesh was then given back to him.
“You’ve gotta let me have at least a little fun here,” the tall man said as the two surveyed their work.
The short one shrugged. “Just make it quick.”
More levers were pushed, followed by more tingling. This time the changes weren’t as many, but they were just as dramatic. When the levers were flipped, both he and Mike became rock hard. In the dream, Kyle’s package had been small and below average. It didn’t even look like it reached a thin six inches. Mike’s, on the other hand, was a wide, throbbing eight. As Kyle watched, that started changing. His rigid little pole started pushing outwards from his soft thighs, growing longer and thicker by the second while his friend’s did the opposite. Mike’s powerful cock looked like a deflating balloon, thinning and shortening until he was left with a tiny few inches on his massive body and Kyle was left with a thick monster on his soft, curvy frame.
“Feel better,” the short one asked with a laugh.
“I do, actually,” the tall one said proudly. “Okay, so just the head stuff and it’s weekend o’clock!”
The dream always gets fuzzy for Kyle here. He felt his head start spinning when the men adjusted different levers. He’d get confused and panicked again until, eventually, it felt like someone flipped a switch. Out of nowhere the sight of Mike’s sculpted, naked body suddenly became the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He was desperate to get out of the tube and get his hands on it. He still felt foggy and dazed, but that didn’t matter. He just needed the other man.
There’d be another wave of terror and panic, and then he’d wake up.
******
“Gah!” Kyle shot up in bed, panting and sweating. His thin fingers were clutching the sheets and his heart was racing.
Next to him, the slumbering giant stirred. “Wha’s matter…” he blinked sleepily, rolling over and looking up at Kyle. “You have the dream again?”
Kyle took a deep breath and dropped back down into Mike’s meaty embrace. He buried his face against the other man’s prominent chest while Mike’s strong fingers stroked through his short brown hair. “Yeah...that’s, what, three times this week?”
“It’s just a dream, babe,” Mike said, giving Kyle a kiss on the forehead.
“I know, it just feels so real…”
Mike laughed, rubbing a thigh against Kyle’s rigid monster. “THAT feels real enough.” He grabbed Kyle and rolled over, pulling the smaller man on top of him.
“I don’t know why I’m always so horny after,” Kyle said, shivering as he ground his solid cock against Mike’s ripped stomach.
The blonde adonis reached down and gave Kyle’s large, soft cheeks a squeeze. “I’m not complaining.”
Kyle grinned. “Of course you aren’t.” He dropped his face and started working his mouth across Mike’s granite chest. The big man beneath him sighed and flexed his enormous arms behind his head while Kyle worked steadily down his tank tread abs.
“MMMMMmmmmhhmm…” Mike groaned and tensed when Kyle’s thick lips swallowed his rigid three inches. It was one of the few times when he wasn’t humiliated by his tiny endowment.
Kyle was perfectly content with Mike’s tiny size. He loved how he could reduce the other man into a squirming, whining mass of muscle by taking the entire thing in his mouth as he was doing now. His vacuum seal never faltered as Mike writhed and bucked underneath him. The only hard part was holding himself up on his thin, weak arms.
“Oh...ohhh...ooohhhhkay,” Mike said, lifting Kyle’s head from his lap. “Let’s get to the good stuff.”
The good stuff involved Mike flipping over onto all fours and wagging his firm globes eagerly in front of Kyle. The smaller man loved to tease him, running his hands up and down the insides of his muscular thighs and all around his hungry hole before finally giving him what he wanted. Mike was one of the few guys who could handle Kyle’s size, and he loved it.
“Ready?” Kyle asked, lining himself up. He worked himself in slowly, loving Mike’s long, low grunt as his friend’s tight rear grabbed him like a fist. He pumped slowly at first, building up a rhythm they could both follow.
“Fuuuck yes,” Mike moaned, grabbing a the bed, his entire body flexing. “Come on...let me see them shake,” he said into the mirror. They’d arranged a set of mirrors so Mike could watch Kyle’s reflection from behind as the other man pummeled him. He loved watching Kyle’s ample rear and thighs jiggle and shake wildly while they went at it. There were times when Mike wished he was big enough to top Kyle, but he had to settle for using his tongue and fingers on the other man. “OOOHhhh yes...yeeesss…” he grunted as Kyle picked up the pace and sent his backside to clapping and bouncing.
Kyle could only pant and whimper while he rode the bucking giant like a bull in a rodeo. It took all his concentration not to blow right away at the sight of Mike’s broad body going wild. He understood why his lover was such a hit at the club. Tiny dick or not, Mike was a sight to behold, especially in his element like this. He knew there were plenty of guys who liked him just as much, with his stockings, heels, corsets, and massive hose. There were a surprising number of guys who liked to be topped by someone dressed like their wives.
Already Kyle had almost forgotten about the dream again. That’s how it always went. He’d wake up scared and horny, they’d fuck, and then go back to sleep. He just hoped he wouldn’t have it again tomorrow night.
