Backfire, Part 3 (Patreon)

For the second day in a row, Brendan was confused when he woke up.  He  was back in Tyler’s room when the last thing he remembered was being on  the couch, and he felt fantastic.  He soon realized why when he saw  Tyler’s head buried between his legs.   
 

“Mmm…’mornin,” he yawned, folding his arms behind his head.  He  watched his giant pecs rise and fall while his grogginess faded.   Whatever Tyler was doing felt fantastic.  He started pumping his hips a  little, and as Tyler’s head bobbed in time he started to understand why  it felt so good.  His friend had swallowed his entire cock with room to  spare.  He didn’t like the thought of what that meant, but he was  content to wait until Tyler finished to check.  When he’d finished  shooting into his friend’s mouth he wished he hadn’t looked.  At first,  he couldn’t see it at all over his chest.  He had to raise his head up  higher to see the tiny nub standing up between his legs.  It couldn’t  have been more than a few inches.   
 

“Sorry,” Tyler said with a mischievous grin.  “You fell asleep on me  last night and I can only resist for so long.”  He crawled back up and  draped an arm over Brendan’s chest, sharing the pillow.  “You okay?” he  asked, kissing his ear.   
 

Brendan didn’t know what to say.  This was a legitimate shock.   Everything came crashing down in that moment.  Two days ago they’d been a  couple of very straight friends, and now they were naked in bed  together and his dick was almost gone.  He’d been fucked by a stranger  and couldn’t keep his hands still while he talked.  He’d sent a picture  of himself in nothing but a pair of non-existent underwear to random  guys from the mall.  And all he wanted to do was feel Tyler’s body next  to his.  “Yeah, just sleepy,” he said, shifting against his friend’s  solid frame.  Tyler held him tighter and stroked his chest, and Brendan  could feel his friend’s solid cock dig against him.  They didn’t need to  say anything for what happened next.  Brendan pressed his ass back and  shifted his leg, and Tyler slid inside.  “MMMMmmm…” he sighed as Tyler’s  throbbing cock slowly worked in and out.  This wasn’t the pounding from  the night before.  Tyler was slow and methodical, altering his rhythm  and technique.  And he never let go.  He clutched at Brendan’s chest and  kept kissing his neck or nibbling his ear.  It wasn’t just sex; it was  intimacy.  And Tyler was very, very good at it.  He knew his friend was  good in bed when it came to women, but that apparently translated.  His  dick didn’t feel nearly as big as Paul’s, and Brendan laughed to himself  in shock when it occurred to him that he now knew what different dicks  felt like inside him.  But he loved it.  Even after just two times, it  already eclipsed all the times he’d been on the plowing side with women.    
 

And Tyler had stamina.  He lasted long enough for Brendan to cum  again, something that brought Tyler no end of pleasure, especially when  Brendan let out a high pitch squeal.  He was actually disappointed when  his hairy friend finally came, unleashing a river into his insides.  He  could have stayed that way all morning.   
 

“Now that’s a way to wake up in the morning,” he sighed when Tyler finally pulled out.   
 

“Glad you liked it,” Tyler said, stretching contentedly on his back.   
 

“Oh, boo, I’m gonna be late for work if I don’t get up,” Brendan  pouted.  He stood and stretched his powerful new body and immediately  knew that things had changed.  When he looked at his reflection his  first thought was that he’d put on more muscle, but not everywhere.  He  still had the same sculpted upper body, but his legs had thickened and  his ass had inflated.  He looked like he did a lot of squats with those  monster thighs.  It made the tiny mushroom head between them look even  smaller, but as his enlarged globes tingled from Tyler’s fucking, he had  to force himself to really care.  He also knew, somehow, that the  physical changes were done.  In less than 48 hours he’d gone from beefy,  stocky straight guy to a sculpted, femme muscle bottom.   
 

“Not that I mind the view but you’re gonna be late if you keep  staring little squirt,” Tyler yawned from the bed.  Brendan hurriedly  showered and slipped on a pair of bright green bikinis before squeezing  into his fitted new dress pants.  He’d bought them before the last round  of changes, and while they still fit, his ass looked positively  massive.  The pants were stretched almost to the breaking point around  his meaty new thighs but still hung loose around his trim abs as he  tucked his tight shirt in.  It left nothing about his shredded upper  body to the imagination.  He took one last look at himself, flashing an  even brighter smile at the reflection.  He looked like he could have  been a model.   
 

And people noticed.  He stopped for coffee and everyone in the place  stared at his ass huge new ass and bulging pecs.  He even caught the  guy in line behind him taking a picture, but he just smiled and posed  for him.  Work was just as difficult as the last two days had been.  He  was having a hard time focusing for any extended period, and Tyler kept  blowing up his phone.  He was also pleasantly surprised to get a text  back from the cute short boy from the store.   
 

“Wow.  Good choice, man.  Those look incredible,” the text read.  
 

“My ass or the underwear,” he sent back.  
 

“Both,” and a winking emoji.   
 

“Well?  I showed you mine,” Brendan sent back with the peach emoji.   It didn’t take long for him to get a picture in return.  The young man  was naked in his bathroom using the mirror.  He had his back turned,  showing a lithe, lean upper body that melted into a pair of large,  supple looking cheeks.  They weren’t the solid globes he had.  These  looked bouncy and squeezable.  He didn’t even need to ask for the next  one when a front shot came through.  The young man had a pair of small,  developed pecs, solid arms, and a flat stomach.  Most eye catching  though was the massive, wide cock sticking out from the patch of blonde  hair.  Brendan’s ass tingled at the thought.  “Can’t wait to see it in  person,” he sent with the squirting emoji.   
 

He tried to refocus on work, but no sooner than he got started on a project, Ian stopped by for their daily chat.   
 

“Hey maaaahhhh!  What the hell, dude?”   
 

“Heeeeyyyy,” Brendan said cheerfully.   
 

Ian just gave a confused laugh and shook his head.  It wasn’t just  the way Brendan talked that threw him, it was how he sounded.  His voice  wasn’t exactly higher, but it was softer.  And he’d made a waving  motion with his hand.  “What…I mean…you look…” Ian laughed awkwardly,  his wide eyes looking Brendan up and down.  “How long have you looked  like this?!”   
 

Brendan played it casual.  “You know I work out.  I just got tired  of hiding it under my old clothes.  I tried something new recently and  it really shows.”   
 

Ian dropped in the chair, stunned.  “I’ll fuckin’ say it does.  You look amazing, man!”   
 

Brendan blushed.  “You’re not so bad yourself.”   
 

Ian’s stunned expression turned into a cocky grin.  “Are you hitting  on me?”  He leaned back in the chair with a smug expression when  Brendan blushed harder.  “You totally are!  Oh man…I had no idea.”  He  locked eyes with Brendan and their new dynamic was cemented.  The  shifting balance of power from the day before officially fell into Ian’s  hands, and the young man was aware of it.  He shut and locked Brendan’s  office door.  “So what are we going to do about this?”   
 

“What do you…” Brendan stammered, his heart starting to beat faster.   
 

“Come on,” Ian motioned at himself, “this isn’t a free peepshow.   You’ve been into me and checking me out? Time to pay the toll.”  He  walked over to Brendan and pulled him to his feet.  He loosened the tie  between Brendan’s rigid pecs before starting to undo the buttons of his  tight shirt.  “You’ve been lookin’ at me. Now I want to look at you.”   He pulled Brendan’s tie free and untucked his shirt, letting it hang  open.  He ran his hand along the bumpy abs.  “Jesus man…these are  insane….”  Ian slid the shirt down Brendan’s impressive arms and let it  fall free, laughing when he saw how quickly the other man’s giant pecs  were rising and falling.  “You nervous?”  He poked and prodded Brendan’s  granite figure, tracing the taper of his torso with his hands.  “Damn  Brendan, I thought I had a big ass,” he whistled when he spun Brendan  around.  Without the shirt his inflated cheeks were even more prominent.   Ian didn’t waste any time.  He undid Brendan’s belt and had his pants  down, licking his lips hungrily at the sight of his friend in nothing  but the revealing underwear.  Brendan’s back was still to him, giving  Ian a full view of the firm, rotund globes that were barely concealed by  the bright green fabric.  “Whoa!”  Ian couldn’t stifle a surprised  laugh when he turned Brendan around and he saw the tiny bulge poking out  the front of the bikinis.  “Gotta be honest, I was NOT expecting that.”   Ian pulled on the waistband of Brendan’s underwear and looked down at  the small nub.  “Hey little guy,” he said condescendingly, sliding the  underwear down Brendan’s thighs.   
 

Brendan could only imagine how this looked.  His ripped new body  totally on display, including his tiny cock, standing behind his desk.   He was mortified.  But worse, despite his humiliation, he was so, so  turned on.  And even though it was totally inappropriate at work and he  was terrified that someone would see them, having his clothes off felt  leaps and bounds better than on.  He was starting to question what he  was even doing in the office anymore.  Ian made him flex for a few  minutes, which he did eagerly.  The whole time he watched the solid  outline of Ian’s cock grow and grow in the younger man’s pants.  When he  was done flexing he reached out to start undressing Ian, but the young  man stopped him.   
 

“Whoa…no…hold on, now,” Ian said, stepping back.  “This is a ‘look  but don’t touch’ situation here.  I’ll do the touching, so why don’t you  just turn around agains the desk there.”   
 

Brendan was almost giddy as he leaned against the desk and thrust  his ass out.  He heard Ian unzip his fly and then the next thing he knew  the blonde man was jamming it inside him.  He bit down on a loud moan,  letting out a soft whimper instead.  He had another moment of clarity.   Instead of two regular guys sitting around talking about sports, his new  bodybuilder frame was bent over his desk while Ian fucked him, hard.   And worse, he was desperate to see what Ian looked like under those  clothes.  He pictured it in his head while the other man hammered away.   The toned pecs beneath his shirt, the tight bubble in the back of his  pants.  Was he smooth or hairy?  What kind of underwear did he have on?   He didn’t even get to see what the cock looked like that was currently  buried to its base inside him.  It felt long, but not overly thick.  It  also felt good.  As Brendan added another size and shape to his mental  collection, he knew he was experiencing his future.  He thought about  the morning he’d spent at his desk, unable to concentrate on anything  for more than a few minutes at a time, feeling trapped and miserable in  his clothes.  Then he thought about what he was currently feeling.  This  is what he wanted.  His powerful new body free and unconfined, his  muscles tense and flexing while he had another man inside him.  He  didn’t want to sit a desk all day.  He wanted to be used.  The idea that  Ian was using his tight, solid ass to get off was the most arousing  thing he’d ever felt.  Just thinking about the young blonde ordering him  around caused his tiny mushroom to spray onto his desk while Ian  finished.   
 

“Oh come on,” Brendan said coyly when he turned back around.  Ian  had already put himself back in his pants.  “Can’t I at least a get a  peak at what’s under there?”   
 

Ian’s flush face just grinned.  “Maybe next time, little guy.”   
 

He cracked the door and slid out, leaving Brendan with his underwear  still halfway down and a trickle of fluid leaking out of his ass.  He  stared down at the puddle on his desk and caught his reflection in his  computer monitor.  Had it really only been a couple days?  He could  remember how things should be, he just couldn’t feel those things like  they were real anymore.  Whatever anger and resentment that had driven  him to this in the first place was gone entirely.  He was head over  heels for Tyler now.  He knew the spell hadn’t gone according to plan,  but he couldn’t bring himself to think of things as going wrong.  This  all just felt so right.  Somewhere in the back of his head was a stocky,  angry straight man screaming that this wasn’t the way things should be.   But what he saw reflected back at him was a gorgeous, carefree hunk.   The old Brendan couldn’t get guys off like this.  The old Brendan  covered himself up and worried about things too much.  The new Brendan  knew he didn’t have to worry about anything, he just needed a man to  tell him what to do.  He made his decision on the spot.  He reluctantly  got dressed and walked out with no plans to return.   
 

******
 

“OOHHHHH! Fuuuck…fuck yeah….uuhh…uhhhhhh….” Brendan gripped the  sides of the chair and bounced up and down on Tyler’s dick, his powerful  thighs flexing to the point where his own minuscule cock was nearly  swallowed.  He faced his computer so the guys on the other end could get  a good view.  There were many, many guys who loved the contrast between  this strikingly handsome, perfectly sculpted stud and his tiny little  cock while he got fucked senseless.   And they were willing to pay.   He’d quit his job a few months prior after his first pounding by Ian,  and it had been Tyler who thought to set up a website.  Their looks  alone were enough to garner attention, especially Tyler.  With his dark  features, hairy muscles, and gorgeous face, people would have lined up  for him alone, even with his below average endowment.  The oblivious man  had topped out at an even five inches, picking up where Brendan had  started.  It wasn’t freakishly small like Brendan’s had ended up, but  considering that it had started at close to seven and a half inches, it  was a significant reduction.  None of the customers knew that.  They  just knew that Tyler was a gorgeous man with a slightly smaller dick.   But then when you threw in Brendan, an equally sculpted, micro-dicked  muscle-bottom, it opened up a whole new segment of customers who got off  on the size difference.   
 

Tyler and Brendan would record multiple videos a day.  In some they  were flexing in their underwear.  In others they were naked and jerking  off.  There was a huge contingent of guys who loved Brendan’s jerk off  videos.  He’d be massaging a protruding pec with one hand while using  the fingers of the other to stroke and tug on his few inches, the whole  time moaning and groaning about how small it was.   
 

The majority of the videos were like the one they were wrapping up,  with the two of them going at it.  This suited them just fine since that  was going to happen anyway.  They were actually making more money now  than they had when they’d both been working, and that was before any of  their dancing or in-person visit money was factored in.  And they both  got what they wanted.  Brendan had only worn pants twice since quitting  his office job, and he wasn’t sure Tyler had at all.  He and Tyler spent  their days recording videos and going to the gym.  Several nights a  week they worked as dancers at a local club, but again, that was  something they’d have done for free now anyway.  They’d gone dancing  that first night like they’d discussed, and by the end were on stage in  their underwear and had the crowd so captivated that they were hired on  the spot. Like the spell intended, guys still found them irresistible.   Trips to the gym usually ended in a random hook up, as did trips to the  grocery store, and the mall, and the park.  Any time they were out in  public it was a constant occurrence.   
 

They’d managed to maintain all their friends, who quickly adapted to  the new dynamic.  Now when they came over to watch the game they knew  they’d be getting laid, or at least a blowjob, as well.  A lot of the  guys started finding excuses to come over more often, with Ian being a  near daily occurrence.  Brendan hadn’t had to wait long before he got  his wish to see what the young blonde looked like under his fitted  business clothes.  Now he saw Ian’s built, hairy chest, bouncing ass,  and thick cock several times a week.  At first Ian had tried to talk  Brendan into staying at the office, but it quickly became apparent that  wasn’t going to be an option.  Once the physical changes stopped, the  mental and behavioral ones settled more fully into place.  They hadn’t  exactly lost any intelligence; their focus was just limited.  And very,  very short.  “Flighty” was an understatement.   
 

Tyler was oblivious to it, but much to Brendan’s horror at first,  their hyper-stereotypical behavior grew worse.  At fist glance they were  a pair of handsome studs.  If they didn’t move or speak they were the  picture of masculinity.  Especially Tyler, with the prominent layer of  dark hair that covered his ample muscles.  But then, instead of the  deep, bass-filled voices they’d had, a soft, high sound would come from  their thick, sturdy necks.  Once they started walking they had a sway to  their hips and an arch to their backs.  The two former straight men had  blossomed fully into a pair of ditzy, horny muscle queens.   
 

Being helpless to do anything other than watch it happen, Brendan  had been absolutely horrified at first.  His shrunken dick was bad  enough, but in return he at least got an amazing body out of it.  But  his voice and mannerisms?  That was him becoming an entirely different  person.  Tyler was blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.  His  transition to a docile, femme gym bunny was practically seamless.  But  every time Brendan was around straight men he knew that they were how he  was supposed to be.  None of this was supposed to be happening to him,  too.  Only Tyler should have been squealing and bouncing on dick after  dick.  Only Tyler should have been prancing around in revealing  underwear.  Only Tyler should have had a shrunken cock.  But he had, and  did, all of those things and then some.   
 

“Whew…Damn, Bren.” Tyler sighed and palmed one of the massive globes  of Brendan’s ass and gave it a squeeze while his friend shut off the  camera.  Though the spell had given him the body he wanted, he’d  continued to work out, focusing on his lower half.  The spell had  already given him an impressive backside, but in the intervening month’s  he’d built his cakes and thighs to epic proportions.  It only made his  tiny dick look even smaller, which drove guys wild.  “Have I mentioned  how much I love this ass?”   
 

Brendan smiled bashfully, blushing at the compliment despite how  often he heard it.  “Only, like, eeeevery five minutes,” he said with a  wave of his hand.   
 

“I can’t help it!” Tyler giggled, checking his phone.  “Don’t forget hon, we have to be at the club by 9.”   
 

“Set the alarm in your phone, silly…you know I won’t remember that.”   Brendan felt like it was something he should be able to do, but he  knew better.  He watched Tyler fumbling with his phone, absentmindedly  stroking his granite pecs.  Already he’d forgotten what they were just  talking about.  His own phone had beeped with a text saying that Ian was  on his way over.   
 

“On my way little squirt,” it read.  He’d taken to calling Brendan  that after hearing Tyler say it.  As Tyler had femmed out he’d stopped  using it, but all their straight friends had quickly taken up the slack.   He’d attached a picture of himself in his office, his pants down and  his shirt lifted to show his flat stomach and a pair of stuffed green  briefs.  “I’m wearing the ones you guys like,” he said.   
 

“Yay!” Brendan clapped, showing Tyler the picture.  Even though he  and Tyler had just finished, he was already horny again.  He knew Tyler  was too.  “He’s wearing the cute ones!”   
 

“We are gonna work that boy over,” Tyler said with a toss of his  head and a hand on his hip.  His stance was a complete contrast to his  hairy, statuesque body.   
 

“OMG we have to figure out what to wear before he gets here!”  Brendan squealed.  “Hurry!”   
 

The two giggling men scampered into their shared bedroom like  excited teenagers, a flurry of muscular, waving arms and rapid speech.   They were acting like it had been months since they’d seen Ian, not less  than 24 hours.  Each of them pulled on pair after pair of underwear,  unable to decide on which was best as though they were getting ready for  a date.   
 

“Ugh, I look sooo fat in these,” Brendan scowled, turning in the  mirror.  His thick lower body stretched the tiny purple bikini’s near to  breaking.   
 

“Shut.  Up.” Tyler pushed Brendan out of the way of the mirror and  checked out his own pink and black striped briefs.  “You’d have to BE  fat to LOOK fat.”  He turned away from the mirror and put his giant arms  on Brendan’s shoulders.  “You’re big in all the right places,” he said,  leaning in for a kiss.  They fell on the bed locked in each other’s  arms and making out, forgetting all about Ian until they heard a knock  on the door.   
 

Without giving their outfits a second thought they bounded from the  room.  Brendan had a momentary flash that something wasn’t right when he  felt his huge cheeks bounce, but it passed as soon as he saw his former  coworker. It was hard to tell, but his tiny dick was rock hard already  and his ass tingled at the thought of what was about to happen.   
 

What could be wrong with that?