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Turn The Key (vignette)
🕑 Added 2023-08-11 17:44:47 +0000 UTCDylan’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the ambiguous instructions. The stack of accordioned pages stretched taller than either his or Adam’s six-foot height when fully unfurled, the lack of any coherent text making the deciphering that much harder. All the flustered, dark-haired man had to work with was a series of crude, humanoid drawings, each one adorned with a series of dots and corresponding arrows. The symbols indicated where on Adam’s body he was supposed to put the key, and which direction he should turn the small Allen wrench depending on whether growth or reduction was desired. The process was deceptively simple on the surface, but, like when trying to assemble cheap furniture, ended up being far more complicated in practice.
“Okay, dude, wait,” Adam said, his voice strained. “Just flip back a few pages and look at that first diagram! I think that’s where you have to start! You always do this…you can’t just dive in without actually reading the…”
“Sweety,” Dylan interrupted, taking a deep breath. “I can’t read the instructions because there’s no goddamn writing,” he barked, waving the stack of papers in front of the naked brunette and pointing to the crude drawings. “And your constant nitpicking isn’t helping. Just give me a minute, okay?”
“You’re not the one frozen in place! This is terrifying,” Adam said, his eyes wide. The wiry brunette could still talk and feel everything, and he had limited movement of his eyes and facial features, but that was it. Ever since the key had been placed against the back of his neck and cranked, standing in place was the most he could manage. It would have been alarming under any circumstances, but the fact that his clothing had abruptly vanished as well only made things worse.
“Once again, babe…YOU’RE the one who insisted on doing this,” Dylan sighed. He shook his head and stepped closer, a sympathetic smile on his face as he put his hands on Adam’s deceptively broad shoulders. He ran his thumbs along the solid mounds, giving his boyfriend’s defined upper arms a squeeze before leaning in for a quick kiss. “I think you’re pretty spectacular as-is.”
Adam returned the kiss as best he could, but his expression was still flat. “Do we really have to go through this again?”
“No, no, I get it,” Dylan said, tracing a finger between the brunette’s modest pecs. Adam had spent his youth as a runner, and he’d thrown in a love for rock climbing in the years since finishing college, leaving his athletic frame tight and shredded with definition. While he could easily be mistaken for skinny at first glance, a closer inspection revealed the true nature of the wiry man’s granite frame, especially when he stood naked and on display. Such exposure revealed his other attributes as well, like his small, perky cheeks and an impressively adequate package. Adam wasn’t huge, either in terms of overall bulk or endowment, but he absolutely made the most of what he had. It certainly helped that his face was more than serviceable, maintaining its youthful charm even at thirty, just like his full head of short, chestnut hair. The problem was that Adam wanted more. He didn’t want to simply be ripped; he wanted to be big and ripped. He didn’t want a package that merely looked big against his lean frame; he wanted to sport a hefty bulge. The toned brunette was tired of being long and lean; he wanted some shape to his body. Adam was tired of people always immediately focusing on Dylan when they entered a room just because his boyfriend’s pecs were bigger. The dark-haired hunk was far from a meathead himself, but compared to his naked lover he almost looked like one. Dylan had tried his best to talk, and fuck, Adam out of his plan, but there’d been no going back ever since his lover had discovered “the key.” “So where do you want to start,” Dylan asked, holding up the small L-shaped wrench. “Top or bottom?”
Adam blushed as he spoke. “Uh…bottom, I guess. We can start there and balance things out?”
Dylan almost asked one more time if the other man was sure, but he bit his tongue and circled around behind his naked lover. His hands shook as he looked back and forth between the instructions and Adam’s bare little bubble, placing the wrench at the base of his boyfriend’s spine. “Here we go,” he said, giving the key a few slow spins. Though the tip only barely pressed against Adam’s smooth skin, Dylan felt a growing pressure, as if he actually was tightening a bolt of some kind, and he couldn’t hold back a shocked yelp when the compact cheeks suddenly swelled a moment later. “Fuck! Holy…holy shit, babe. You…you’ve got an ass,” he said with a shocked laugh.
“Let me see! Let me see,” Adam stammered, his face going pale, then pink, when Dylan positioned the mirror to give him a glimpse of an ass that had doubled in size. It was still far from huge by most standards, but significantly larger than it had been. “Oh…oh my god…” he sputtered, a grin forming as best it could on his partially frozen face. “How big do you think it can get?”
“Uh…should we really find out,” Dylan asked, despite the desperate throb from his cock begging him to. “What did that feel like?”
“Just pressure, really. Like you were squeezing. No pain or anything,” Adam said, his tone going bashful. “And, I mean…we can always go back the other direction, right? Let’s see what this thing can do.”
“If you say so,” Dylan shrugged, not actually wanting to talk his boyfriend out of it. He repositioned himself so that Adam could watch while he turned the key and started slowly cranking again, the other man’s cheeks gradually swelling in time. The formerly tiny mounds puffed and swelled with each rotation, going from noticeable, to ample, to thick, and were rapidly approaching ballooning proportions. “Baby…this thing is getting really hard to turn,” Dylan said, feeling slightly guilty for how turned on he was by the sight of his lover’s colossal cakes. The heaping mounds had long since become far too large for the rest of Adam’s tight frame, but the other man seemed transfixed. “Should I keep…”
“Keep going,” Adam grunted, his eyes locked on the supple pillows in the mirror. “I want toooOOOHHH!” He broke off in a yelp at the exact same moment that Dylan’s arm jerked in the mirror, the pressure suddenly evaporating. “What…what just happened?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know,” the dark-haired man said, trying not to sound panicked as he put the wrench back into position again and again. No matter which way he turned, nothing happened. The pressure was gone, there were no changes to Adam’s bloated bubble; just a small metal wrench rubbing against smooth skin. “Fuck! It’s not…it’s not working!”
“What do the instructions say?!” Adam wanted more than anything to be able to reach around and feel the mountainous melons, or at the very least to rip the instructions from Dylan’s hands and read them himself, but all he could do was stare.
“Nothing! They don’t say anything! Just these goddamn pictures,” Dylan cried, holding the instructions up for Adam to see. “Maybe we should just stop and see if we can…”
“No! You can’t just leave me like this! Look at me! I’m a freak,” the brunette spat, his stomach dropping at the thought of lumbering around with the oversized trunk.
“Okay…okay…let’s just think about this,” Dylan said, pacing in a small circle as he spoke. “Maybe it really IS like putting furniture together, and we just tightened one part too much, and now it’s bound up until we do the others,” he offered.
“Or we stripped a screw,” Adam countered. “Oh god…”
“Don’t even go there,” Dylan said, giving the panicked man a quick peck. “But, I mean, no matter what…I’m definitely not complaining,” he added with a grin.
Adam rolled his eyes, a slight smile creeping through his anxious expression. “Let’s do the legs next, I guess? See if we can at least balance this out a little.”
Dylan nodded and dropped to his knees, giving the instructions another quick glance before placing the wrench against Adam’s thigh. This time he was slow and methodical as he turned the key, a few rotations on the right leg, then the same amount on the left, making sure that one never outgrew the other. He stopped as soon as he felt the slightest pressure, but gave a few final turns when Adam’s eyes met his own. The tightness was nowhere near what it had been at the brunette’s thickened rear, nor had the frozen man’s thighs reached the same hulking proportions. “Oh…oh wow, babe,” Dylan stammered when he stepped back and saw the full effect of the changes. Instead of long and lean, Adam’s legs now officially had some meat to them. His thighs had become sturdy and solid, certain to strain the brunette’s running shorts if his fattened rear hadn’t made fitting into them an impossibility.
Adam was silent as he stared at the inflated quads. Their proportional, natural bulk was what he’d been hoping to achieve with the process to begin with, if he hadn’t let himself get carried away at the start. “Muuuuuuuch better,” he finally said. “Let’s leave them there for now…can you tweak the calves a little?”
Dylan just nodded and went back to work, an aching throb pulsing through him at the thought of literally reshaping his lover. He ran his hands along the other man’s thickened legs when he was done, resisting the urge to lean in and swallow the dangling cock that loomed in front of his face. “Maybe you were right,” he nodded. “This IS pretty incredible.”
Adam’s eyes dropped to the obvious tent in Dylan’s shorts. “I can see how much you’re enjoying yourself.”
The dark-haired man blushed and shrugged. “It’s still really, really nerve wracking, but goddamn is this hot.”
“Then why don’t you give me something to look at while I’m just standing here,” Adam said, his limp cock aching even as it remained as soft as ever.
Dylan wasted no time in peeling out of his straining t-shirt and shucking his shorts and briefs, his rigid cock springing free. Already, Adam’s altered legs had grown larger than the sturdy trunks his own athletic frame sported, and Dylan was surprised at how much the thought of being the “smaller” one in the relationship turned him on. “Better,” he purred, giving Adam’s limp snake a quick lick. “Can you feel that?”
“I sure can,” the frozen brunette grunted. “That’s such a weird sensation…it’s like it wants to get hard, buuuUNNHHhhnn…” he broke off in a groan when Dylan fully swallowed him for several agonizing moments, the inability to reach out and stroke the other man’s raven hair, or to pump his hips, only adding to the intensity. “No…no fair,” he gasped.
“Couldn’t help myself,” Dylan sighed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the slick, soft organ. “Should we…?”
“Let’s save that for last. I want everything else in place so we can, uh, size it appropriately,” Adam said, blushing.
Dylan climbed to his feet and wedged his solid log between them as he went in for another, longer kiss. His hands reached around to grip and knead his lover’s expansive new bottom as their tongues met, the ample flesh eagerly bouncing and rippling. “Reeeeaaaaaally don’t hate that,” Dylan laughed when they finally came up for air.
“It feels so, so weird,” Adam said, his eyes wide. “Don’t get too attached.”
“Too late…I’ve already named them,” Dylan pouted as he slipped around behind and placed the wrench between Adam’s shoulder blades. “Tell me when,” he said, sounding like a server in a restaurant as he started turning. Like with his lover’s lower half, Adam’s back immediately started swelling, adding a noticeable taper after only a few cranks. Instead of looking like a rectangle, the stunned brunette officially sported the inverted triangle he’d sought for so long.
“Okay…let’s stop there for now,” Adam said, fighting the urge to give in and let Dylan keep going. The coiled muscle had started to look like a hump, but it was quickly balanced out when his boyfriend placed the wrench on his shoulders, broadening and bulking each one until the formerly wiry torso reached bodybuilder proportions. At least in part. “Whoa…that…that looks weird,” Adam laughed as he gawked at the spindly arms and flat chest that now looked entirely out of place against his widened wingspan.
“Already on it,” Dylan said, cranking the other man’s left tricep up a few notches. He went over each arm in exacting detail, making micro adjustments to the various muscle groups until Adam sported a set of chiseled, precision-crafted pistons.
“Just wait ‘til I can actually move them,” the brunette purred as he watched Dylan practically drooling over the altered arms.
The dark-haired hunk flexed one of his own impressive biceps, shaking his head as he realized how much larger Adam’s would be. “Really going to have to hit the gym and catch up,” he said, giving his cock an absent tug.
“Maybe focus on the squats so I’m not alone back there,” Adam said, lowering his eyes to his comically flat chest. “How about running me through some chest days?”
Dylan planted the wrench in the small channel of definition between Adam’s pecs and started turning, each crank inflating the compact mounds like an air pump. After a few rotations, an unspoken question passed between them as they stared at each other in shocked silence, but the dark-haired man shook his head. “I really, really want to, babe. I get it. But I feel like I need to be the voice of reason here.”
“Just one more. Two more. Come on,” Adam whined, his eyes wide as he looked down at the jutting shelf. The plump, prominent pecs were already massive, especially compared to where the brunette had started, teetering just on the edge of being too big for the rest of him. “We can always go back and make everything else bigger, right? To balance it out?”
Dylan gave another turn and moved the wrench lower, making a few quick adjustments to Adam’s already-shredded waist. “Maybe we should think about calling it. You…you’re stunning, babe,” he said, taking a step back to get a full look at the altered Adonis. Instead of toned and wiry, Adam was sculpted and strapping. He had the frame of a bodybuilder who abstained from chemical enhancements, his now-ample muscle looking naturally proportioned, save for a still-oversized rear.
“What?! No! We can’t stop now! There was still room to go, right? We hadn’t reached the max,” Adam stammered, sounding slightly desperate.
Dylan kept his tone calm and sympathetic. “Since when did you want to? You specifically said you DIDN’T want to get too huge when we started. I think we’re there.”
“But what about my ass? It’s still way too big,” Adam barked. “We can’t just leave it!”
“I don’t think we have a choice,” Dylan said, putting the wrench at the base of his lover’s back again and giving it a few futile cranks. “I think we broke it. And I really, really don’t want to break the rest of you.”
“But…but…”
“Think about it,” Dylan interrupted. “What if something else breaks? What if your right leg gets stuck bigger than the left? Or your left tit? Or one of your arms, or half of your back? You are so, so hot right now…do you really want to toss all that and risk ending up as some lopsided meathead?”
Adam’s stern expression gradually faded. “No…no, you’re right,” he sighed.
“So you’ve got a booty? Who cares? It’s not nearly as jarring as it was…and trust me, no one who sees it from this angle is going to view it as a negative,” Dylan grinned.
“So that just leaves…” Adam trailed off, his eyes dropping to his unaltered package. The compact equipment officially looked small against his brawny new build, but he knew that wouldn’t last long.
Dylan flipped to that section of the instructions and held up the pages, pointing to a series of pictures. There were several crude drawings of a man’s package, with a corresponding face above each one. The first was small and limp with a flat expression on the face above, and they went all the way up to a huge, hard organ with heavy balls and a grinning, ecstatic mask. “If I could have some input here…if we’re going to keep switching off, we can only go so far,” he said.
“I know, I know,” Adam sighed. “I’ll let you call it, then.”
Dylan’s hands shook as he lowered the wrench into place at the base of the brunette’s cock. He slipped the key into Adam’s trimmed, chestnut bush and gave a slight turn, jumping at his lover’s loud moan. “What? What? Are you okay?”
Adam turned crimson. “Holy fuck that felt good,” he laughed, a wave of relief washing over him at the sight of a cock that had started to finally harden.
“Don’t scare me like that,” Dylan chided, turning his attention back to the swelling organ. He gave a short series of discrete cranks, inspecting the inflating cock and swelling balls with each one. There seemed to be a corresponding increase in Adam’s arousal as the rigid member grew, and Dylan couldn’t help but smile at his lover’s unfiltered desire. The now-buff brunette sounded almost drunk with lust, his altered pecs heaving as he gazed longingly at Dylan.
“This is so fuckin’ incredible…I can’t believe we did this,” he panted. “I can’t believe you did this for me…fuck…I’m so fuckin’ lucky to have someone like you. Fuck I love you so much,” he whimpered. “You can do whatever you want when we’re all done. All this new meat? It’s yours, baby. Can’t wait for you to fuck this fat ass senseless…gonna make that shit bounce,” Adam groaned. “What are people gonna think when they see all this? Fuck…can’t wait to show this shit off…never…wearing…clothes…again…” he grunted.
“That a promise,” Dylan asked, pulling the wrench away. Adam’s cock had reached an impressively thick nine inches, with equally heavy, churning balls looming below. “How’s it look?”
“If you like it, perfect,” Adam said, his voice low and sultry.
“You happy with the end result?” Dylan stepped back and eyed his lover’s sculpted, bottom-heavy new body, the sight of the other man’s desperate arousal just as much of a turn on as the enhanced features.
“I’m happy with everything,” Adam chuckled. “I don’t remember the last time I felt this good. How about you unlock me and we see what this baby can do?”
Dylan batted his cock against the other man’s, his respectable seven inches now seeming small by comparison. “What if I played with you like this for a while? Kinda fun having you all frozen.”
“I’ll stand here all day as long as I get to watch you play with yourself, too,” Adam countered, catching Dylan off guard with his uninhibited desire. Normally the frozen hunk was modest and reserved, but now he appeared anything but. “Orrrrr, YOU can stand there and watch me play with myself once you unlock me.”
“When you put it like that,” Dylan purred, placing the wrench against the back of Adam’s neck and giving it a turn.
Comments
welan
Best news!
The Screaming Moist
Story’s not over yet!
LuciferDragonshift
Oh man that's a hot concept. Needs a part two where things either go wrong or Dylan gets improved as well or both. So good.
gotacoolname
Hot, but I was hoping for a dark twist. :)
