Fitting the Ink (Patreon)

Let’s just say that my boyfriend wasn’t impressed when he saw the amount of ink that adorned my body when I returned home that evening, especially as that morning I’d only had a few small pieces on my left bicep. Now both arms had half-sleeves, my pecs were inked and even my neck featured some gorgeous artwork. It should have been impossible for one eight hour session to produce that much but the artist I’d visited was something special. His tattoos were beautiful too, although evidently that didn’t matter to my boyfriend. “You look fucking ridiculous!” he had exclaimed, eyes almost bulging out of his skull. “You’re a twink, for fuck’s sake! Those tats look like they belong on a thug!”

To be fair to Jamie, neither of his observations were wrong. I really didn’t have the kind of body to ‘pull off’ the ink that now adorned it: five-eight with slender limbs, a boyish face and not an ounce of hair anywhere other than my head. I suppose that innocent look I’d sported was what had made me so appealing to Jamie. He was an alpha jock, the kind of guy who could pass for straight without struggle and he loved the fact that he was about five times manlier than I was. It was his way of insisting to himself that he wasn’t too gay, although that notion was ridiculous because as much as he topped ninety-nine percent of the time, I’d discovered that Jamie turned into a quivering horny mess whenever I got my fingers teasing his hole.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll grow into them!” I assured him, although it did little to soothe the fury I could see bubbling under the surface. There was no doubting that I was in for a night of cold glares and scathing remarks about how I’d ruined my life with my poor decision. In fact, I wouldn’t have been surprised if there were threats to break up with me, or if Jamie actually went through with it. He was always obsessed with his own image and now that I had supposedly tainted my own, it was only a matter of time before he decided that it reflected poorly on him. That he’d failed to keep his twinky boyfriend in line like the subordinate lesser man I was supposed to be. As I stared at the hard lines of anger on his face I detected that those thoughts were already making themselves known.

Sure enough the atmosphere in our apartment remained frosty for the rest of the evening. The only surprise was that Jamie had only made a single comment about how my decision would reflect upon him, rather than the repeated remarks I had been expecting. It was clear that the matter still lingered on him though because he made the unusual decision to retire to bed much earlier than he usually did, turning in just after ten o’clock. He practically spat the announcement out before marching out of the room without giving me the chance to respond but I wasn’t too sorry to see him go. In fact it was privacy that I actively wanted.

Jamie had been so caught up in his anger and his desire not to look at me that he had failed to see the subtle changes that my body had undergone in the two hours since I had returned to the apartment. To just about anybody they were so subtle that they would hardly notice but somebody who was around me as often as Jamie was should have been able to see them if he’d bothered looking. My tee fit a little tighter around my torso and as I reached a hand under it to scratch at an itch, my fingers passed through chest hairs that certainly hadn’t been there that morning. My feet were also longer and wider than they had been before - Jamie’s shoes would probably fit me better than my own!

The artist had assured me that it would take at least twelve hours for the changes to fully take effect and while I wanted to stay up and watch as each little piece of magic seeped from the ink into my body, I was also aware of my own limitations and eventually had to retire to bed shortly before midnight. I was glad that Jamie was already asleep by that point because he surely would have noticed that I placed a much greater weight on the mattress as I laid myself down and that my arms weren’t quite so thin anymore as I wrapped them around his waist and pressed myself against his back, relishing the rare opportunity to be the big spoon.

That night was perhaps the most blissful night of sleep I had ever experienced but I was provoked into a sudden awakening by a loud yell right by my ear. Forcing my tired eyes open, I looked up into Jamie’s terrified face and felt initial confusion before my brain connected the dots and I recalled what I had done the day before. “What’s the matter, babe?” I asked, my words coming out as a deep rumble. “Surprised to see me like this? I did try and tell you that I’d grow into my new ink!” I pushed myself up into a seated position and glanced down at my barrel-like chest, the tattoos now covering thick pecs and broad shoulders rather than the slim physique of the day before. Even under the sheets I could feel that my thighs were thicker, legs longer and even my cock was harder than it had ever been! I rubbed a hand over my furry stomach and chuckled. It was going to be a lot to get used to!

Jamie continued to stare at me with wide eyes and an open mouth, his words failing to form. Thankfully I knew precisely what he was thinking at that moment. I could see the panic beginning to form behind his confused gaze. “Realizing that you’re not the man in the relationship any more?” I challenged, relishing every little moment I spent as my new self. The artist had warned me that there was no going back once I’d had the ink done but I knew that it was all going to be for the best. “Don’t worry, there’s always a place for a little dude like you in my bed… and on my cock.” Sure enough, as the smaller man between us, he wasn’t going to be able to control me anymore and our relationship was about to get a lot more interesting!