Two Halves of a Whole, pt. 1 (vignette) (Patreon)

Kyle winced as Brandon gave his shoulder a rough punch.  At twenty five, his roommate had yet to outgrow his alpha-jock immaturity.  Since it hadn’t happened yet, Kyle was starting to think Brandon never would, and he was fed up.  Living together had been fun at first.  Brandon was always the top dog, but Kyle had been content to live in his friend’s shadow.  After all, Brandon’s attitude wasn’t entirely undeserved.  He was striking.  At just over six feet tall, he was a walking sculpture.  His perfect pecs, huge arms, tiny waist, bubble butt, and long, thick banana hang would have been impressive enough, but throw in his sharp, symmetrical features, wavy, dark brown hair and brooding eyes, and Brandon was impossible to ignore.  And he knew it.  He lorded his genetic superiority over everyone as much as he could, bragging about all of the women he hooked up with constantly.  Kyle had been content to land Brandon’s cast-offs in their younger days, but while he’d eventually started to grow up, Brandon showed no signs of moving on.  

The handsome, athletic man had just gotten home from the gym and was freshly showered and manscaped, lounging around the apartment in a pair of light grey boxer briefs like he always did.  Kyle had just gotten home from the office and had started to talk about a problem he was having with his boss when Brandon cut him off with his standard epithet.  Kyle was always being a “pussy.”  No matter what the problem, Brandon would find some way to put him down and then call him a pussy.  It was like clockwork, and Kyle was sick of it.  He was still every bit as good looking and in shape as his friend, and he had the added advantage of actually acting like an adult.  

He shook his head and went into his room to fish out the book.  He’d found the plain, brown volume while digging through an old storeroom at work.  He’d been searching for a file when the book literally fell in front of him.  At first he thought it was an old ledger until he flipped through it.  The various writing styles were interesting on their own, but it was what they described that really caught his attention.  Angry wishes filled page after page.  He’d thrown it in his bag and had almost forgotten about it, until now.  

Something told him that this was the exact scenario the book was good for.  He flipped it open to a blank page and the words seemed to flow out of his pen on their own.  His hand moved like lightning, frantically scribbling out his desire.  He was out of breath and sweating when he finished, slamming the cover shut.  

Kyle stared at the worn, brown leather of the cover, a chill creeping down his spine.  He knew he’d somehow crossed a line, he just didn’t know exactly how until he walked back out into the living room.  

Brandon stood there, looking down at himself with a puzzled expression.  The athletic hunk still looked the same.  He had the same carefully trimmed hairs running across his thick pecs and down his washboard abs, only instead of disappearing into the waistband of his boxer briefs, the trail led down to a pair of tiny, pink lace panties.  The sheer material left most of Brandon’s perky bubble exposed, and just barely covered the tiny mound where his meaty package used to be.  

Kyle gasped.  It was exactly what he’d written in the book.  Since Brandon was so obsessed with calling him a pussy, Kyle felt that it was only appropriate for his hunky friend to actually be one.  

“Everything okay,” he asked from his doorway.  

Brandon looked up at Kyle, then back down at himself.  “I...I don’t know…” he stammered.  “Do I...I mean...do I look okay?”  

Kyle cocked his head and looked Brandon’s sculpted body up and down, loving how his muscular friend looked in the feminine underwear with his feminine new endowment.  He didn’t want to deal with a shrieking, hysterical Brandon, so Kyle had written that his friend would be aware but helpless to do anything about the changes.  “Looks good to me, Brandy,” Kyle said casually.  

Brandon blushed at the name but seemed to relax.  He absently scratched at his firm, still-hairy pecs.  “Yeah?  I just...I dunno...I feel like I’m forgetting something?”  He laughed awkwardly and shrugged his sculpted shoulders.  “Must not be that important. I’ll probably…” he trailed off, blinking at Kyle for a moment before lunging forward.  “Shit!  What am I thinking?  Look at you!  Let’s get you out of these clothes.”  

Kyle beamed triumphantly as Brandon’s strong fingers loosened his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt.  He let his friend strip the shirt free and undo his pants.  This was all part of what he’d written.  He didn’t want Brandon to just look the part; he wanted the other man to be submissive and eager to wait on him hand and foot.  He stepped out of his pants when Brandon worked them down and stood in his thin undershirt and boxers.  Kyle loved the hungry look in Brandon’s eyes when his friend looked him up and down slowly, his eyes lingering on Kyle’s strong chest bulging against the tight shirt, and the prominent lump pushing out the front of his boxers.  

“Sorry...let me go throw these in the laundry and I’ll start dinner.  You’re probably starving!”  

Kyle felt his cock throb at the sight of Brandon’s built, athletic body flitting around the apartment.  The small pink panties accentuated the way his friend’s large, round cheeks bounced when he hurried from room to room.  Kyle thought of himself as straight, but the sight of his friend was increasingly turning him on.  

“I’ll have dinner done in no time!” Brandon chirped, hurrying back into the kitchen.  

“Take your time Brandy,” Kyle said, emphasizing the name as he snapped the waist of Brandon’s panties, causing the muscular man to giggle and squirm.  Up close, the small lump where his friend’s thick cock should have been was even more impressive.  

Kyle resisted the urge to linger and went to explore Brandon’s room.  As he’d written, his friend’s wardrobe had changed entirely.  His underwear drawer was now filled with a variety of panties and thongs in all manner of bright colors, and all of them lace or sheer.  His baggy gym shorts had all been replaced by small, tight women’s versions that would show off exactly what he was lacking between his exposed, powerful thighs.  He got hard just thinking about it.  

“Food’s just about done…” Brandon laughed when he looked down and saw Kyle’s tented boxers.  “But I’m not sure if you’re still hungry,” he said wryly.  

Kyle stood behind Brandon and wrapped his arms around his friend’s trim waist, grinding his hard tent against the other man’s firm backside.  He felt Brandon shiver in his grip as his fingers danced on the front of the pink underwear.  “We can save that for dessert,” he whispered.  

Brandon squirmed against him until he finally pulled away.  A few minutes later and they were both sitting in front of the TV watching a recap of last night’s game.  Or at least Brandon was.  Kyle was watching his friend, trying to wrap his brain around the contradiction.  In some respects, Brandon was still the same athletic bro he’d always been.  From the waist up talking about sports, you’d never know anything was different.  It wasn’t until Kyle so much as blinked too hard that the submissive new Brandy was falling all over himself to see if he needed anything.  

When they were done eating, Brandon immediately started cleaning up the dishes.  Where he once would have let them sit until Kyle forced him to clean or the smell got too bad even for him, now he was meticulous in his attention to detail.  Kyle watched, feeling drunk with power.  By the time Brandon was done his aching rod was ready to explode. 

“So about dessert,” Brandon purred, reaching down from behind the couch to massage Kyle’s shoulders.  Kyle sighed and let his head fall back to gaze up at Brandon.  He was slightly confused why the sight of a man’s face and the feeling of a man’s hands on his shoulder would turn him on so much, but he chalked it up to the knowledge that he was responsible for his friend’s new behavior.  He raised his sculpted arms when Brandon tugged and let his friend pull his shirt off.  The altered man let it drop as he came around front.  Without prompting, he fell to his knees and fished Kyle’s long, thick hose free.  Brandon grinned when Kyle gasped as his fingers danced up and down along it.  

“Whooaaa...ooooaahhhhh….” Kyle groaned when Brandon dropped his head and wrapped his lips around him.  He couldn’t believe how good Brandon’s mouth felt.  He’d written that his friend would be good with his new parts, but that apparently included using what he already had in new ways.  He stroked Brandon’s thick, wavy hair, still shocked that the sight of a man’s broad, bowling ball shoulders and meaty, flexing arms could turn him on so much.  “Fuuuck Brandy...how are you...so good...at this…” 

Brandon lifted his head and beamed at the compliment.  “Practice,” he said, before giving the underside of Kyle’s cock a long, slow lick.  Kyle moaned and clutched at the cushions as Brandon stood.  Even though he’d been responsible, his eyes still went wide when Brandon slowly worked the pink underwear down and stood naked in front of him.  After so many years of seeing his buff friend’s hefty package, even Kyle was shocked when confronted by the flat, womanly gap.  He numbly let Brandon pull his boxers free and push him back down on the couch to straddle him.  

“GGGuuuuhhhh….” Kyle arched his back when Brandon dropped, impaling himself on his throbbing pole.  “OOOHHHhhh...yesss...yes...Brandy…” he whined as Brandon squeezed with his sturdy thighs and started rocking his trim hips.  “Fle...flex for me…” Kyle grunted, clutching his friend’s hairy quads.  

Brandon’s expression was smug as he broke into a double bicep pose, his washboard abs flexing while he continued to squirm and writhe on Kyle’s dick.  The buff adonis locked his hands behind his head, popping his pecs and licking an inflated bicep while his new lips worked Kyle like a fist.  

Kyle thought about what he’d written.  Brandon didn’t seem submissive now.  His friend was back in his element, the alpha, the stud.  He may not have had a dick anymore, but it was clear that Brandon was fucking Kyle, not the other way around.  

“mMMMMmmm…” Brandon let out a long, deep moan.  “I fuckin’ love...havin you...inside me…” he panted, his heavy pecs heaving.  His expression faltered for the first time as he said it, as if hearing the words out loud triggered his mind to let him know this was all wrong.  His rocking slowed and he opened his mouth to speak.  “Kyle...I...oOOOOHHHH!” Brandon yelped when Kyle bucked his hips, hitting a sweet spot.  Whatever he was about to say was forgotten as Kyle continued to pump up into him.  He rocked in time and soon they were both grunting and sweating.  He fell forward, their lips locking just as they each exploded.  They clutched each other tightly, grunting into the other’s mouth as their bodies were rocked by shuddering spasms.  

“Oh...oh shit…” Kyle panted from under Brandon’s heavy frame draped on top of him.  He ran a hand through his hair and stroked Brandon’s glistening, sweaty back.  

“Did I do good,” Brandon asked, nuzzling Kyle’s neck.  

“Yeah,” Kyle laughed, giving his friend’s ass a swat, “you sure did.”  

Almost like flipping a switch, Brandon seemed mousey and submissive again.  “Good!” he chirped, rolling off Kyle.  He reached down and pulled his flushed friend to his feet.  Standing naked next to each other, Kyle watched Brandon look him up and down with another pained expression.  His eyes traveled from Kyle’s softening hose to his leaking hole and back.  Kyle knew what his friend was thinking and loved it.  

“Everything good, Brandy,” he asked, stroking Brandon’s sweaty hair.  

Brandon smiled and leaned his head into Kyle’s palm.  “Just admiring the view.”