Decisions, Decisions (Patreon)

Luke’s emerald eyes were wide, his boy-next-door features pale. Everything was happening too fast, it was all too impossible, for his spinning brain to keep up. One minute he and Adam had been in the living room of their rented cabin, and the next they’d been whisked away to some nightmare courtroom. When his friend had suggested they try summoning the Appointor, Luke never imagined that it would actually work. Or that it could go so wrong. It was just supposed to be an internet urban legend and nothing more, a silly way to pass a drunken evening in the woods with his buddy.

“But…I…I can’t! Please! You can’t make me choose one of those,” Luke sputtered, trying not to look directly at the looming figure. He had few other options as the darkness around them was impenetrable after about ten feet or so, which, unfortunately, still left enough of a dim, sourceless glow to illuminate the horrifying creature. The only other presence was Adam’s, but the sight of his naked, frozen friend hovering in two places was far from comforting. Though Luke had no idea where they were, the air was warm and humid, with a subterranean tang that suggested a deep cave. It was an odd setting for what appeared to be a judge’s bench straight out of a courthouse, complete with a seated judge, but the longer they were in the thing’s presence, the less certain Luke was of the being’s true nature. The “judge” was only visible from the mid-torso up, with androgynous, almost unfinished facial features, a robe that appeared far too flesh-like in texture, and what looked like a dirty powdered wig. The eyes never blinked, the gash of a mouth never moved when it spoke, and the motions of its arms were random and spasmodic, like a cat with a twitching tail. The overall impression of the seated “judge” was vestigial, and Luke couldn’t shake the thought that, at any moment, the thing’s lower half, the boxy carapace of the “bench”, would sprout legs like a centipede and skitter off into the darkness. “Look…we clearly made a mistake. Isn’t there something we can…”

“Choose,” the judge-thing interrupted, its arms waving. The voice was deceptively human overall, though a static white noise buzzed at the edges. “I was summoned. You were appointed. A decision must be made or the outcome will default to both. These rules will not be repeated. Choose,” the thing said again, its voice growing louder.

Luke swallowed hard, his throat going dry. Two different versions of his friend floated on either side of the bench, neither one displaying what he considered a positive outcome. On his left, Adam was more or less as he should have been. His friend’s wavy, raven hair hung just past his ears, framing in the sharp, stubble-covered features that had made him a hit with all the ladies on campus during their college days, while the naked body below stood in all its ripped glory. Adam had been an avid soccer player since his youth, leaving his somewhat compact frame covered in lean, ample muscle. He was broad-shouldered and tight-waisted, with toned pecs, toned arms, and toned abs, his trim upper body serving to emphasize the bulk that loomed below. After so many years of intense leg workouts, the dark-haired hunk had reached the end of his twenties with a plump, solid bubble and thick, sturdy thighs, their oversized nature attracting even more attention than his pretty-boy features already did.

The problem was what lurked between those meaty thighs. Instead of the thick, seven-inch club and churning balls his friend should have had, Luke stared at a thin, short little cock half that length, complete with petite balls that looked as lost against the muscled legs as the tiny organ above them. Unfortunately, the image to the blonde’s right was no better. This version of Adam had the girthy package intact, but the rest of his friend was half the size he should have been. The wiry jock had always lamented his 5’7” stature, so Luke knew that winding up less than three-feet tall would have been a nightmare, but he was equally aware how fond Adam was of his thick tool, and the response it got from his many partners. Though somewhat modest overall, the other man never hesitated to parade it around a locker room, and all of Adam’s friends had been on the receiving end of countless dick-pics over the years. Still, one option struck him as preferable to the other, regardless of how terrible they both were.

“That one, I guess,” Luke said, his stomach dropping as he nodded at the pitifully endowed version of his friend. He looked down at his own stuffed bulge when the images vanished, a pang of guilt punching him in his firm stomach. His brawny frame was clad only in a pair of cobalt briefs, he and Adam had been drinking and winding down after a long day of hiking and swimming, but he didn’t have room left in his overloaded brain for embarrassment. Though they no longer lived together as they had in their younger years, the pair still got together several times a year for trips to the beach or the woods or the city. Sometimes they brought girlfriends when they had them, and sometimes, like now, it was just the two of them on a Boys Trip. Loving the outdoors, Luke had looked forward to spending a week in a tidy little cabin on a private lake tucked away in the mountains outside of Fir Hollow, but now he wished they’d gone for a more urban environment. The isolated location was what sparked Adam’s imagination in the first place, the fog-shrouded forest making him want to attempt the summoning. From what he’d read, if two people conjured the Appointor correctly, one of them could make the other’s dreams come true. If successful, the creature would grant a person the power to change another a certain number of times, and Luke and Adam had each given the other a drunken wishlist beforehand just to be safe. If summoned incorrectly, however, the options would be presented to them, and one of them would have to change the other accordingly.

“The first choice has been made. Three remain,” the creature said, the images of Adam fading. “You and your friend enjoy lustful activities, but which is more important: the partner, or the act?” Despite the images that appeared, Luke felt a wave of relief at seeing his friend again. Adam’s expression was still blank and he had no idea how much awareness the other man had, but he was just happy to have him present. “Would your friend prefer to struggle with women, or excel with men?”

Luke felt the color return to his face as he stared at the options. To his left, Adam stood surrounded by women with his shrunken cock soft and lifeless, while to his right, Adam’s little rod was rock hard in the presence of several men. It was a much easier decision than the first. “That one,” Luke said, nodding towards the grouping of men. More than anything, he knew that Adam just liked to fool around. His friend wasn’t anything close to a homophobe, neither of them were, and they’d actually jerked off together a few times over the years. It would be an adjustment, but Luke had seen firsthand the number of men that routinely hit on the dark-haired hunk and he knew his friend would be just fine.

“The choice has been made. Two remain,” the creature repeated. Luke gasped when the next set of images formed, barely recognizing the Adam to his left with the rough, blunted face. From the neck down his friend appeared as he had, but instead of sharp and symmetrical, the other man’s features had been twisted out of shape. Adam’s nose was flat and wide, his forehead high beneath a receding hairline, with his lips looking thin and crooked as they nestled between offset cheekbones and a weak, softened jaw. To his right, Adam looked untouched, but the catch was revealed when the creature spoke again. “Would your friend prefer to sound attractive instead of appearing as such,” the thing said, speaking through Adam’s deep, smooth voice. “Or would he prefer to keep his current face in exchange for a new voice,” the creature finished, speaking through the unaltered Adam in a high, cracking tone.

Luke had another knee jerk reaction, but that didn’t make the choice any easier. “That one,” he sighed, nodding towards his now-chirping friend. The brief-clad blonde guessed that Adam was just vain enough to value his face over his voice, though it was a trait he’d never once considered. It was the choice he would have made for himself, they all were so far, and all he could do was hope they’d been the right ones.

“The choice has been made. One remains,” the creature said, its limp arms flailing again. Luke let out a low groan when the last set of images formed, dashing any hopes that it would be an easy decision. To his left stood an Adam clad in his friend’s usual wardrobe of jeans and a t-shirt, only the body that the wardrobe covered was significantly larger. A doughy midsection pushed against the thin cotton beneath a set of softened pecs, a pair of pudgy arms sticking through the short sleeves, while the jeans strained around now-chunky legs. On the other side, to Luke’s right, stood the currently-ripped version of his friend, only this Adam was clad in nothing but a pair of ridiculously small, hot-pink jogging shorts. Their overall size wasn’t much larger than the briefs Luke currently wore, especially considering the way they split all the way up the sides, and the tissue-thin material left none of Adam’s shrunken package to the imagination. Nor were his thick cheeks obscured, as most of the plump globes hung exposed through the slit sides or spilling from the bottom. “Would your friend prefer to cover an unremarkable body, or flaunt the one he has?”

If the choices had been presented in a different order, Luke’s decision may have been different. If he hadn’t already slashed Adam’s package in half and warped his friend’s voice, a few extra pounds might not have been a deal breaker. As it stood, though, Luke couldn’t bring himself to make another change to the other man’s fit frame, regardless of how embarrassed the bottom-heavy jock would be by the chosen outcome. While Adam had no problem horsing around in a locker room or sending explicit selfies to his closest friends, he was surprisingly modest overall. There were only a few shirtless photos of the dark-haired pretty-boy on the internet, and his choice of clothing always tended towards the loose and comfortable over the tight and revealing. Jeans, t-shirts, boxers, and baggy gym shorts were the staples in his wardrobe, nothing like the bright little bottoms his image currently spilled out of. “The right,” Luke said, hating himself as he nodded at the barely-clad jock.

“The choices have been made,” the creature said, fading from view as the sourceless lights were abruptly extinguished. “Do not summon me again.”

The last thing Luke heard before the inky vertigo overtook him was the sound of countless legs clattering on stone as the monstrous “judge” skittered off into the void.

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“Guuuhh…!” Luke gasped awake, a bolt of pleasure ripping through him. He was groggy and disoriented in the darkness, the crimson, sunrise sky casting a dim glow through the wall of windows on the other side of the A-Frame. He blinked as he struggled to get his bearings, gradually recognizing the sensation of a fist sliding up and down his throbbing cock. “Wha…? What is it? Everything okay,” he finally asked, slow in shaking off the lingering slumber.

“I got up to piss but was too horny to go back to sleep,” Adam yawned, his smoldering features looking bashful as he continued stroking. “And this guy was already hard, soooo…sorry,” he said, his squeaky voice sounding sheepish.

Luke let out a long, low breath, his panic steadily fading. Since their impossible encounter a few days earlier, the buff blonde had to reassure himself that he wasn’t in a dark cave with a monster every time he woke up, especially unexpectedly. “Don’t apologize, I told you it’s yours whenever you want it,” Luke said, feeling a reflexive surge of guilt at how huge his fat six inches looked next to Adam’s rigid little poker. “Guess I’m still just rattled.”

“You and me both,” the dark-haired jock chirped. He nestled against Luke’s strapping frame when the bigger blonde slipped an arm under him, loving how it felt to be pressed against his friend. He’d always envied Luke’s 6’2” height, but now the thought of the other man’s looming muscle made him squirm. “It’s crazy how it’s already starting to fade…like it really was just a bad dream,” he said, blushing at the peaks and valleys in his warbling tone. “I mean, I don’t really remember much to begin with. One second I was the old me, then I kind of remember you looking stressed out, and then I was like this.”

“Lucky you,” Luke said without thinking. “For that part, anyway. That judge was fucking terrifying,” he added, a pained expression on his sleepy features.

“Dude, I told you. I don’t blame you for any of this,” Adam shrugged. “Believe me, I’m not stoked about some of it, but it was MY idea to summon that thing, remember? I’m glad I’m the one that got tagged for this and not you. I can’t even imagine how bad I’d feel if I’m the one who wanted to do it and then you ended up getting hosed.”

“I just wish there was something I could’ve done,” Luke said. “But it all happened so fast, and it told me I had to make a choice or you’d end up double fucked, so I…”

“You made the right choices,” Adam interrupted. “Bro…there’s no one else I’d trust more to make those calls than you.”

Luke blushed, his stomach fluttering at his friend’s soft squeak. “Wait…why are YOU trying to make ME feel better right now,” he grunted, rolling over so that he had the smaller man pinned beneath his broader frame. “We’ve got this backwards,” he purred, leaning down for a kiss. Though he primarily identified as straight, Luke had always appreciated how handsome his friend was, and that appreciation had turned into genuine attraction since the other man’s changes. The blonde’s best guess was either that the alterations to Adam’s interests had a corresponding effect on the men around him, or that his own guilt was strong enough to break down the walls that told him the most they could do was jerk off together. Either way, the end result was some of the best sex either of them had ever had.

“What can I say,” Adam grinned, his hands sliding up and down Luke’s wide upper back. “I love the way you guilt-fuck me.” His face went crimson after he said it, but that didn’t stop a bashful grin from forming. “Holy shit that sounds weird,” he chuckled.

The equally-blushing blonde flashed a smug smirk. “Guilt-fucking is all we’ve done. Just wait til you get a taste of the real thing.”

“If you’re telling me the dick gets better, then you really need to hurry up and get over it,” Adam chirped, grinding his shrunken cock against his friend’s thick log. “We’ll make this work.”

“Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Luke laughed, hating himself for actually enjoying aspects of his friend’s altered existence. While Adam had been as mortified as he’d expected upon discovering what happened, the other man was rapidly settling in. Already, the embarrassment the altered jock felt seemed to be more of a reflex than an actual emotion, as he appeared all too eager to go along with things. The humiliation Adam displayed upon seeing what had become of his once-modest wardrobe for the first time hadn’t stopped him from slipping into a bright purple thong, nor did the shorter man even attempt to cover his petite new bulge. Whether they were swimming, hiking, or lounging around the cabin, Adam now did so wearing as little as possible, fully embodying the “flaunting” aspect that had been chosen for him. And that same eager energy applied to the dark-haired hunk’s voice and behavior as well. Luke had worried that Adam would stay quiet to hide his lightened tone, but the chirping jock was more talkative and flirtatious than ever, especially when aroused. Much to the blonde’s still-present embarrassment, he found himself on the receiving end of his friend’s aggressive advances, getting a detailed breakdown of exactly what the other man enjoyed about his cock, his meaty rear, or his soft, supple mouth. Adam would also routinely try to dance with him, or on him, twerking his ample bubble and swaying his trim hips at the slightest provocation. It was all entirely new for his formerly-reserved friend, and Luke didn’t know what it said about himself that he loved it. He was well aware that the old version of his friend wouldn’t be planning an erotic internet empire, or casually strutting naked around the woods with his hefty cheeks and shrunken cock on full display, but he suddenly wished the other man had. The new Adam was unique and fun and infectiously uninhibited, and Luke was starting to wonder whether they’d messed up the summoning after all. It wasn’t what either of them would have chosen, but, looking at the end results, maybe that was for the best. “Let me say hi to the little guy,” Luke purred, working his lips across his friend’s chest and down the other man’s abs before swallowing the diminished organ.

“FuuUUUuuccCCkkKKK…” Adam groaned, his voice shrill and cracking as he arched his back. He clutched Luke’s skull as the blonde worked his entire package at once, feeling himself rapidly racing towards the edge. “Come…come on…that’s not…not faaAAAIIiirrRRR…” he bellowed, a fresh throb pulsing through him. As with everything else, Adam had been mortified to discover that his stamina had been halved along with the tiny organ’s size, which, when coupled with the extreme arousal he felt just being around another man, meant he popped off with a hair trigger. “Oh fuck…oh fuck…fuuuuck your mouth…feels…good…” he whined. “Gonna…gonna cum already…dude…gonna…” Adam broke off in a high yelp, his diminished rod launching a meager load down his friend’s throat.

“That novelty’s not wearing off any time soon,” Luke chuckled, grinning at his friend’s twitching little package as it fell from his mouth.

The panting, flush-faced hunk had a dazed expression as he blinked up at the bigger blonde. “Good…’cause you’re going to be doing it a lot,” he finally squeaked. “How are you so good at it?”

Luke blushed, uncertain how to feel about being told he was good at blowing another man. “You’re just easy to please.”

“Sure am,” Adam chirped, squirming his legs free and casually hefting them up onto the bigger man’s broad shoulders. “Get to it, stud.”

Luke didn’t waste any time. He lubed himself with the leaking remnants of Adam’s load along with his own copious pre-cum and plunged inside, eliciting another cracking howl. The dark-haired jock’s eyes went wide, his toned pecs and plump bubble both rippling from the impact of Luke’s thrusting. Despite the overwhelming ecstasy, a part of the brawny blonde still felt guilty, and he had to remind himself of what Adam had said earlier, that none of this was his fault. He’d done the best he could to help his friend in the moment, and that’s what he was doing now. Like the thing in the cave said: choices had been made. Now all they could do was deal with them.

And deal with them they did. Flat on his back with his friend towering over him, face down on all fours throwing his bubble back against the blonde, pressed against a wall with his legs around Luke’s waist, bouncing up and down on the bigger man’s lap; the pair “dealt with it” over and over again. They’d made their way outside by the time they finally ran out of steam, their sweaty frames sticky with cum and detritus from the forest floor. There weren’t any other cabins nearby, but Luke doubted that the potential presence of neighbors would have stopped them anyway. It certainly wouldn’t have slowed the new Adam down, and as his friend pulled him over to the outdoor shower at the back of the cabin, as he felt the early morning sun and crisp air hitting every inch of his naked frame, the blonde beefcake knew it wouldn’t be slowing him down any time soon, either.

“Well…what now? It’s early, but I’m officially awake,” Luke said as they sauntered back inside. They’d let themselves air-dry by the edge of the lake, and the blonde was surprised at how overdressed he felt when he slipped into a pair of navy briefs. He was further surprised when Adam pulled on a pair of skimpy orange shorts like he’d worn in one of the visions, the thin fabric accentuating his tiny cock as it poked against the front and his plump bubble spilled out the back. He followed it up with one of the cropped, pink tanks that had replaced his t-shirts, looking more like a go-go boy than a once-straight jock.

“Breakfast, obviously. I’m fuckin’ starved after that fuckin’,” he laughed, rubbing his exposed abs. “There’s still a couple trails we need to check out. And we haven’t made it down into Fir Hollow yet. I saw a couple bars on the way in that looked like fun,” he chirped with a shrug. “Oooorrrrr, you can take those briefs right back off and we can just hang around the cabin again.”

Luke blushed under his friend’s hungry eyes. He hadn’t expected Adam to be so eager to be seen in public in his new state this soon, but he took it as a good sign. He didn’t know how it was going to go once they were back around larger crowds and people they actually knew, and all he could do was hope that the excitement would continue. “I’m game for whatever,” Luke said, giving his friend a peck on the cheek as he headed for the kitchen. “You decide.”