Overcast, ch. 16: Sprout (Patreon)

Aiden squirmed against Charlie’s furry chest, his lithe frame held tight in the older man’s brawny arms. The salt-and-pepper stud seemed like a giant, his thick, well-muscled frame towering over the slender blonde even in bed. At times the two were peers, with Aiden often looming slightly larger than his beefy lover, but the weather had been awful for days. Not only had the concrete sky and constant downpours kept Aiden trapped in the house, they’d kept him trapped in his diminished state as well. The short, supple body was far worse than the one he’d started with, at least as far as he was concerned, and he’d yet to develop a taste for it the way Charlie had.

“Mmmm…hey little sprout,” the older man grumbled, his deep, groggy voice rumbling against Aiden’s head as it rested on his meaty pecs.

Despite the immediate rush of embarrassment at the unwanted nickname, the smaller blonde’s petite cock throbbed. His soft little stomach fluttered when Charlie leaned down and kissed him on the top of his head, with the bigger man’s seemingly huge hands quickly finding their way to his plump rear. “I hate it when you call me that,” he said, his soft voice sounding all the more delicate against the older man’s bassy tone.

“I know. That’s why I do it,” Charlie grinned. He tightened his grip and rolled over so that he straddled Aiden, tossing the blankets aside in the process.

As much as he hated the sound, the slender blonde couldn’t hold back a giggle. The sensation of being so effortlessly manhandled actually was a turn on, as much as he might have wished it wasn’t. “You wouldn’t think it was so funny if this was happening to you,” Aiden whined.

“Probably not. But you would,” Charlie said, eliciting a gasp when his scratchy, stubble-covered chin brushed against the smaller man’s neck. “And does it look like I’m laughing,” he purred, locking eyes with Aiden before leaning in for a proper kiss. “I’m just trying to get you to enjoy it as much as I do. What can I say? I love these bony little shoulders…these skinny little arms…these cute little nipples,” he said, pausing to kiss each area as he referenced it. “And I especially enjoy this little guy,” he chuckled, reaching down and easily swallowing Aiden’s compact equipment. At its current state, the aching rod was barely a thin three inches and came with a set of appropriately sized balls, a far cry from Charlie’s thick seven and churning orbs.

Aiden shivered and arched his back, grinding the lackluster organ into the older man’s palm. “I’ve just never been this small for so long,” he said. “What happens if I go dormant or something and get stuck like this?”

“For starters, you wouldn’t get any complaints from me,” Charlie said, sitting back on his knees with Aiden’s legs pinned between his sturdy thighs. “I’d be perfectly happy with a cute little twink running around the house.”

“Ugh…don’t even say that,” the blonde sighed, his cock betraying him as it started oozing. No matter how much he wanted to protest, gazing up at the hairy, handsome hunk from his current perspective was a sensation like no other. At an even six-feet, Charlie currently had more than a foot in height on him, and Aiden could be swayed by the argument that there were worse outcomes than having his own personal mountain of muscle to climb whenever he wanted. The older man’s equally hard, seemingly massive cock pointing directly at him provided strong supporting evidence. “I mean…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” he said, reaching out and wrapping a dainty hand around the hefty club.

Aiden actually was well aware that things could have been much, much worse. He’d tried to cut corners by not hiring an official caster, to the point where he’d turned to another kind of magic entirely, and now he was paying the price. Casters, and their black-market peers, weren’t the only supernatural sources in the world, but it appeared that the fickle nature of the arcane was a common current regardless of which eldritch oceans they ran in. Aiden thought he’d be in good hands by hiring a practitioner of “natural” magic. The person didn’t call themselves a druid or a hedge witch or anything of the sort; they’d simply stated that their magic came from the earth itself. As someone who liked to keep things as natural as possible in his own life, from organic food to all-natural cosmetic products, the down-to-earth approach, literally, seemed like the safest option. The man was far, far cheaper than an actual caster, and the other limitations, like reality not being overwritten, weren’t deal breakers.

After all, Aiden was only seeking a slightly improved physique. The blonde hadn’t been in terrible shape to begin with, sporting a squarely average, 5’10” frame, but he’d always struggled with body image issues. As a gay man in his mid-twenties, Aiden felt like all of his peers were ripped and shredded. Whenever he went to a club or a party, all he saw were sweaty six-packs and scantily clad studs. He’d tried to build a similar physique the old-fashioned way, but no matter how much he hit the gym and tweaked his diet, the results just wouldn’t come. Steroids were out of the question given his preference to keep things as natural as possible, and while he took fistfuls of herbal supplements, they might as well have been sugar pills. So when he’d found the listing online for a natural, super-natural option, he’d jumped at the chance.

At first, everything seemed like it had gone exactly the way he’d hoped. After a few awkward, naked minutes in the woods with a stranger, his body had swelled. His shoulders had broadened, his pecs had plumped, his arms had inflated; his whole body expanded. Aiden’s non-existent ass ballooned into a set of muscled globes, his thighs became meaty pillars attached to rocky calves, and his barely-average endowment stretched out to a swaying, eight-inch hose with a pair of heavy knockers hanging underneath. Coupled with the rugged refinements to his face, like enhanced cheekbones and a widened jaw, Aiden had actually feared that things might have gone too far. His body was too perfect, he’d become too pretty, to pass the results off as simply hitting the gym more. He’d even shot up nearly six inches in height, something that no amount of supplements or exercise would explain. Still, he’d told himself he’d figure it out. The high of his immaculate physique was too good to waste on such simple worries. He’d tell people he’d hit a growth spurt, and if they didn’t believe him all he’d have to do is lift his shirt and flex his tank-tread abs to change the subject. Worst-case scenario they’d suspect he’d used magic, but arcane enhancements had become as common as plastic surgery. People could silently judge him all they wanted.

After only a few hours, though, Aiden was horrified to discover that other people catching on to his mystical makeover was far from the worst-case scenario. When his beautiful new body started shrinking and losing its perfect shape, his initial thought was that the spell simply hadn’t taken hold the way it should have. His newly acquired muscles started melting and his height steadily slid back towards its starting point, but his concerns became much more immediate when he’d reduced beyond where he’d started. As his frantic pacing around the apartment had finally caused his shorts and underwear to land at his ankles, his once-tight t-shirt fitting like a gown, Aiden didn’t know how small he was going to get. His desperate calls to the man he’d hired had gone unanswered, and it wasn’t until he’d happened to stop in front of a window that he’d started to understand.

As soon as he stood in the warm pool of sunlight, he started to feel better. Aiden couldn’t pinpoint the sensation exactly, but he’d felt energized and refreshed, like he’d just woken up from a full night’s sleep. More importantly, the shrinking had appeared to stop. Acting on a new impulse, the panicked blonde had stumbled out onto his balcony, sucking in lungfuls of the fresh, open air like a drowning man. Coupled with the afternoon sun, he’d immediately felt a familiar, if slower, swelling start to take place from head-to-toe. His modesty forgotten, he’d peeled out of his t-shirt and let the sun hit his naked body in full, sparking a sudden growth spurt similar to the one he’d undergone in the woods.

A period of frenzied experimentation had followed. Aiden learned that he could essentially store the fresh air and sunlight in his broader, buffer form for a while, but it would inevitably drain, taking his Adonis physique with it. The more he covered himself and prevented his body from absorbing the free-floating air and sun, especially indoors, the faster he burned through his reserves. He’d been especially mortified to discover that, unless he slept outside on the balcony, he now greeted each new day at a significantly smaller size. Even if he went to bed supercharged, Aiden still woke up more “twunk” than “hunk”.

To make matters worse, the man he’d hired said there was nothing he could do. Aiden was officially tied into a “natural” cycle, and there was no way to untie him that wouldn’t likely prove fatal. The alternating blonde’s existence wasn’t as literally precarious as that of a plant, thankfully the magic had only been cosmetic in nature, but he was still stuck in a constantly shifting frame. If he wanted to be a big, beautiful flower he’d need plenty of sunlight and fresh air on exposed skin. Otherwise, he’d be spending his time as a small, slender sprout.

This presented several problems. Aiden’s job required him to be in an office three days out of the week, and he was certain that people would notice him showing up nearly a foot shorter on his office days, while presenting as a hulking hunk on his work-from-homes. There was also the social side of things, where his friends and potential partners would undoubtedly catch on to his altered appearances. Aiden doubted that someone who went to bed with a strapping stud would be eager to wake up with a tiny twink, to say nothing of the potential legal ramifications of such an overt display. If the BMR caught on, which they likely would if word got out about the cute little twink who blossomed into a shredded stud and then back again, things could go from bad to worse.

Fortunately, Aiden had Charlie. The two had met a few years prior on a rec league volleyball team that catered to gay men, and the younger blonde had been immediately smitten. Charlie was almost twice Aiden’s age, creeping into his mid-forties as opposed to his mid-twenties, and he’d become something of a mentor to his flustered new friend who, at the time, had just recently come out. Not only did the mature meathead have a brawny, ruggedly handsome frame, he was confident, successful in business, independently wealthy, lived on a large, isolated estate outside the city, and generally appeared to have his life together in a way that Aiden could only dream of. So it only made sense that the stricken blonde would turn to the older man for help. If anyone knew how, and had the necessary resources, to fix his current circumstances, it would be Charlie.

What Aiden hadn’t anticipated was how excited his friend would be. He’d known that Charlie wouldn’t judge him too harshly, and that the dark-haired hunk would at least be sympathetic, but he hadn’t expected the other man to so fully embrace the unfortunate outcome. While Aiden saw himself as a freak, Charlie saw anything but. It wasn’t that the older man didn’t understand where his younger companion’s perspective came from; it was just that, like always, the hairy hunk saw possibilities where Aiden saw only obstacles. Without the slightest hesitation he’d told the stunned smaller man to quit his job and pack his things, that he’d be moving out to the country with him until they could figure things out.

In the weeks since, their relationship had shifted significantly. Charlie fully adopted his role as Sugar Daddy, while Aiden had, somewhat reluctantly, fallen into his role as Live-In Boy-Toy. It didn’t help that the blonde had to spend most of his time naked if he wanted to maintain his muscled frame, or that, once achieved, such a state left him brimming with virile energy. He’d become huge, hung and horny, his modesty forgotten in the giddy haze that accompanied his full bloom. It wasn’t until he started to shrink and whither that the anxiety and embarrassment came creeping back, but, even then, Charlie wouldn’t let it linger for long. The older man loved to juice Aiden up, to get him brimming with vascular vitality, only to then take him out for a night on the town and steadily watch him shrink. The melting blonde would be mortified as his clothes steadily grew larger and looser, but the corresponding hunger in Charlie’s eager eyes kept any real fear at bay. The increasingly tiny man knew he was in good hands, and the blissful things those hands did to him when they returned home only further reassured him. They’d do the opposite as well, with the tow-headed twink’s expanding frame slowly shredding a pair of tiny briefs and a too-small t-shirt while Charlie watched, but those changes didn’t have the thrill of a larger, unwitting audience.

Either way, it was an adjustment. There were pros and cons to his inflation and reduction in equal measure, and while he was slowly learning to appreciate both, Aiden couldn’t forget his original goal. Even now, with his tiny twink frame quivering as Charlie’s brawny, beautiful body loomed over him and the older man’s thick cock filled his shrunken hand, Aiden couldn’t wait to replenish his missing muscle. “I wish those grow lights would’ve worked,” he sighed, giving Charlie’s cock a few tugs.

The older man shrugged. “Kind of feels like cheating, doesn’t it?”

“Who cares! If it works, it works,” Aiden spat, flexing a shapeless arm. “I don’t care how I get it back…I just want it back.”

“You can always borrow mine,” Charlie purred, mirroring the pose with his hairy piston of an arm. “Ooorrrrr, we can just go outside.” He shifted his weight, letting the slim shaft of sunlight slipping in around the curtains behind him land on Aiden’s chest instead of his own broad back, chuckling as the smaller man’s face lit up, both literally and figuratively. “They said the clouds were supposed to clear out today.”

“Let me up! Let me up,” Aiden cried, trying in vain to squirm out from under his bigger friend. “Come on, Charlie…please,” he whimpered.

The older man let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. “Fine…if you insist,” he said, rolling off the bed. Before Aiden could get up, though, he scooped the little blonde into his arms and slung him over a shoulder, giving the smaller man’s plump bubble a swat as he carried him through the house.

Aiden felt like he should protest, but he was too busy staring at Charlie’s shifting cheeks to focus on much else. He actually did love being tossed around just as much as he loved being big enough to do the manhandling himself, an internal schism that he told himself he’d figure out later. For now, he’d spent enough time being a heftable size. He was ready to grow.

Aiden could feel it as soon as they crossed the threshold onto the patio. His lithe frame started to tremble even before Charlie set him on his expanding feet, an involuntary gasp pulled from him as he started to surge with vitality. Like his floral brethren, Aiden would have slowly grown even on a wet, gloomy day, but standing naked in the freezing rain wasn’t any more pleasant for him now than it ever had been. The morning sun beating down on his bare shoulders, however, had never felt better. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yes,” Aiden moaned, his light voice cracking as it slowly deepened.

“Before you get too big…want to have some fun,” Charlie asked, dropping to all fours on a nearby chaise and wagging his meaty bubble in the blonde’s direction.

Aiden let out a drunken laugh and sauntered over. “Is that even a question?” He was inside before Charlie could respond, his petite cock feeling small between the older man’s muscled mounds. The sensation didn’t last. With each slow, steady thrust, Aiden grew. His swelling body stretched towards the sky as his legs filled out, his ample rear solidified, and his rolling abs began to reappear. Missing pecs popped, shoulders broadened, arms inflated, and the tiny meat nestled inside his lover began to split the older man wide.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…fuuuuuuuuuck,” Charlie whimpered, his deep voice taking on Aiden’s once-desperate tones. “Feeling you grow…like that…so…so good…” he grunted. “You’re…you’re incredible…”

“Flatterer,” Aiden purred, his rumbling voice now booming with bass. “Happy to hear you…like it…too…” He gave a few deep thrusts before pulling out and roughly flipping Charlie over, swapping their earlier positions as he now loomed over the older man. “This is more like it,” he barked, easily hefting his lover’s legs into the air and onto his shelf-like shoulders. As easily as the other man had done to him earlier, he pulled Charlie towards him onto his waiting rod, his now-hulking hands latching onto the prone hunk’s hairy chest. “Can’t tell me you didn’t miss this.”

Charlie responded by letting out a sputtering groan, the only sounds he was capable of until the freshly bloomed Adonis had finished with him. It wasn’t quick, Aiden took his time in relieving the pent up energy from being trapped in his tiny form for so long, but the howling hunk wasn’t in any hurry.

Afterwards, once Aiden had taken the older man again and again, it was Charlie who nestled against the blonde’s smooth slab of a chest as their meaty frames spilled off the lounger. It was his turn to feel small in the younger man’s arms, a role that he was happy to play for as long as he needed to. “I’ve been thinking,” Charlie said, pointing to the far end of the patio on the opposite side of the pool. “There’s room for an addition back here. We could knock down that wall in the living room and put in a greenhouse. Might make this,” he purred, reaching down to heft Aiden’s now-massive member, “a little easier to maintain on those gloomy days.”

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Voting Options

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Option 1: An inexperienced caster inadvertently creates a cursed video by posting the recording of a ritual online, causing any man who watches it to become a thicc power bottom (butt growth).

Option 2: A “luxury” brand offers an old-fashioned catalog full of mail order magic to wealthy clients, but sometimes the customer becomes too much like the picture (muscle growth, stripped).

Option 3: A caster posing as a personal trainer uses his magic to help his clients reach their goals, but an eclipse causes things to spin out of control (muscle growth, pecs).

Option 4: A man who’d been busted for hiring a bootleg caster, and whose spell went very wrong, gets sent to a BMR colony until things can be fixed (hairy, shrinking, various).