Two Halves of a Whole, pt. 2 (vignette) (Patreon)

Kyle still couldn’t believe his luck.  It had been a week since he’d written in the book, and every day just seemed to get better.  Cocky, alpha Brandon hung on his every word and Kyle doubted that he’d ever get tired of watching his buff, muscular friend strut around in his new panties.  It was even better when they were in public.  Kyle loved watching guys at the gym do a double take when they finally noticed the lack of a bulge between Brandon’s impressive quads, or when the sculpted man’s shorts would slide low enough to expose the top of his lacy underwear.  He knew his friend was aware, but since he was helpless to do anything about it he acted like everything was perfectly normal.  Kyle hadn’t gone so far as to make him strip down in the locker room yet.  Even he knew that might be too far for the other guys in the room, but he wasn’t ruling it out entirely.  

So far, he was the only one to have seen Brandon in his altered new glory.  They’d hung out with the guys a couple times, and everyone definitely noticed a change in the usually cocky man’s subdued demeanor.  No one was going to complain about the athletic stud being less of an asshole, though, so no one said anything.  They all stared at the way he literally hung off Kyle while they were out, not knowing what to make of the bizarre behavior.  

Kyle savored every second of it.  As soon as he walked through the door every day it was usually only a matter of minutes until he was buried deep inside his moaning friend.  One thing that hadn’t changed was Brandon’s insatiable lust.  If anything, the changes to his body and the increasing intensity of his orgasms seemed to make him hornier than ever.  If Kyle didn’t immediately give in it wasn’t long until Brandon was begging him for it.  He took full advantage of it.  He made his formerly smug friend do strip teases, or finger himself, or describe in humiliating detail all of the things he wanted Kyle to do to him.  

And when he wasn’t begging for Kyle’s dick, Brandon was waiting on him hand and foot.  He cleaned the apartment, he did the laundry, he cooked the food and did the dishes; and he did all of it while making doe eyes at Kyle like a lovestruck teenager.  

It never occurred to Kyle that Brandon might find the book.  In his arrogance, he didn’t even think to hide it.  He was so caught up in his victory that he’d almost forgotten entirely what made all of this possible in the first place.  

When it happened, like Brandon had been, Kyle was caught entirely off guard.  He’d gotten home from work to an elaborate meal that Brandon had prepared for him.  They’d eaten, then had a vigorous fuck as was becoming their routine.  After, while Kyle lounged on the couch in his boxer briefs, Brandon flitted around the apartment cleaning things up.  His attention focused on the game, Kyle only barely registered Brandon going into his room to get the laundry.  He didn’t pay attention at all to how long the other man was in there. 

Kyle had wondered what it felt like when Brandon changed, and now he got to experience it firsthand.  One second he was watching the game like always, the next the room was spinning.  His vision blurred and he felt like he was falling.  In reality it only lasted a moment, but to him it felt like hours.  He blinked dazedly a few times when the room finally settled, shaking his head and looking down at the strange weight he felt on his chest.  

“OH MY GAWD!” he squawked at the sight of the two large, ample breasts where his sculpted pecs should have been.  He jumped frantically to his feet, blushing when he felt the gravity defying mounds shake and jiggle.  “Like...what is EVEN happening?!”  He reached up and grabbed them instinctively, his knees going weak at the electric sensation that shot through him.  “OOOHHHHH….!” he gasped and whimpered, horrified at the way his soft, inflated chest filled his hands.  

“So that’s what watching me felt like, huh?”  

Kyle spun at the sound of Brandon’s smug voice and saw his friend watching him from the bedroom doorway.  His stomach fluttered at the sight of the other man’s iron biceps folded across his perfectly solid pecs.  Brandon looked the same as when he’d entered, complete with his lace panties, but to Kyle the other man was practically glowing.  “Brandon!  What...what did you do?”  

Brandon was silent as he crossed the room and roughly kneaded Kyle’s full new bosom.  His smile was evil as Kyle squirmed and whimpered, frozen in his grip while he thumbed his friend’s huge new nipples.  “I found your book,” he finally said.  “Looks like it works for me, too.”  

Kyle went from a humiliated red to a terrified pale.  He reached down, fumbling to feel the crotch he couldn’t see over his new additions.  He was relieved when he felt his solid cock, but that relief was tempered by confusion.  His underwear felt different, and the rigid pole inside it seemed larger than it should be.  “You...did you….” 

Brandon cut him off.  “Do you have any idea what it felt like?  To know that something impossible...horrifying...had happened to me, but not be able to acknowledge it,” he spat.  “One second I’m standing there like normal and the next I’m in panties with a pussy where my dick should be?  I bet you loved that.”  

Kyle’s foggy mind was racing.  “Brandon...honey…” he was just as confused by the way he sounded as the way he looked, but he kept going.  “...I can fix this, babe!  Just let me…” he trailed off as it finally occurred to him that Brandon still had the alterations Kyle had given him.  “Wait...why didn’t you fix yourself?”  

Brandon’s tight lipped smile was missing any humor.  “I couldn’t.  Because of what you wrote I couldn’t bring myself to undo what you did.  I’m in love with you, remember?  You said you wanted me this way, so I physically couldn’t write the words to fix it.  I tried.  But,” now his smile was genuine, “if I have to be fawning all over you, it turns out I could make you closer to my normal type.  You know how much I love those blonde, big titted bimbos.”  He laughed when Kyle reached up and grabbed his hair as if he could feel the color.  “Come on...let’s give you a look at yourself.”  

Kyle let Brandon take him by the hand and lead him into the other room, blushing at how his chest swayed and bounced.  He hated how good it felt to have his hand swallowed by Brandon’s, and how he tingled just being near the angry man.  He wasn’t ready for what he saw.  “Like...NO WAY!” he chirped in his valley-girl drawl.  He felt like he would pass out.  The man in the mirror looked mostly like him, except for the huge, perky breasts where his sculpted pecs should have been.  He still had the same broad shoulders, developed arms, and firm abs; it was all just offset by the soft, bouncing pair protruding out of the top of his torso.  

The other major modification was, like Brandon, between his legs.  His boxer briefs had somehow turned into a bright blue thong that exposed his toned, built quads and was tented out by an absolute monster.  His six inch cock looked closer to a widened eight and a half.  The contrast between his enlarged organ, masculine muscles, and soft chest was dizzying.  Throw in the suddenly platinum blonde hair and ditzy attitude and Kyle was reeling.  

“Let’s take a look at this,” Brandon said eagerly, tugging Kyle’s thong down and letting his mammoth cock bounce free.  “I figured since I’m the one who’s gonna be gettin’ that most of the time I’d make it more my speed.  You weren’t bad before, but it felt a little small.  

Kyle just stared at his naked, altered reflection in shock.  His brain was trying to process everything but it was like swimming through molasses.  “Wait...wait...I can fix this!”  

“I don’t see anything that needs fixed,” Brandon said, eyeing Kyle hungrily.  “Come on...wait’ll you see the rest.”  Kyle stumbled along as Brandon pulled him back to his bedroom, the duel sensations caused by his bobbing rod and bouncing chest sending jolts of pleasure through him that made it even harder to concentrate.  “Check this out,” Brandon said proudly, opening a dresser drawer.  

Kyle’s face went crimson.  Like he’d done to Brandon, his wardrobe had changed.  In place of his boxer briefs, he saw bright thongs and jocks, but more alarming was the array of bras and corsets.  And unlike what he’d done, Brandon had changed the rest.  All of Kyle’s clothes were meant to be revealing now.  His shirts were tiny tank-tops that would show off his new chest, while his pants and shorts were as small and tight as possible to show off his enlarged bulge.  

Brandon pulled out a lace bra that matched the panties he had on.  “We can match,” he said cheerfully as he slid the straps over Kyle’s beefy arms and hooked it in place.  

Kyle felt part of himself shatter when he looked in his mirror, his buff, athletic frame now sporting a tantalizingly full bra.  He tried to ignore how good it felt while Brandon had put it on him.  “O...okay...like, you’ve had your fun.  You got me,” he stammered with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.  “Now give me the book and I’ll put us both back to normal…” 

Brandon looked Kyle up and down slowly, his head cocked to the side.  “You know,” he said, a thick arm inflating as he scratched his head thoughtfully, “my plan was to leave you like this for a few days and then have you fix everything.  But...I dunno…” he licked his lips and shrugged, looking down at himself and then over at his friend.  “I never thought I’d say this, but, uh,” he blushed and slid a hand over his flattened crotch, “this thing actually feels pretty good.  And that’s a way better look for you than I thought it’d be.”  

Kyle’s new chest rose and fell quickly, his heart racing as he watched Brandon step back and open the book.  “Wait, like, what’re you writing in...there…” Before he could even finish the sentence, Kyle watched the book seemingly blink out of existence.  “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” he shrieked.  “Now we’re totally stuck like this!”  

Brandon nodded.  “Sure are,” he said, cutting off any further protests by shoving his tongue in Kyle’s mouth.  He felt his friend tense, then relax against him.  

Kyle wanted to fight, but he couldn’t believe how good Brandon’s solid body felt pressed against him.  He pushed his chest into the other man’s pecs, his enlarged cock oozing at the intense waves that washed over him.  He gasped when Brandon unhooked the bra and he felt his perky chest fall free.  

“Almost forgot how much I like doing that.”  Brandon’s tone was cocky as he pulled the bra free and shoved Kyle down on his bed.  

“OOOHHHHHHHHH yyyyesssss….” Kyle screamed when Brandon fell on top of him and buried his face in his chest.  He bucked and writhed and clutched at the sheets as his friend’s scratchy stubble and soft tongue motor-boated in the deep new valley where his pecs had been.  He saw stars when Brandon wrapped his lips around one of his large, solid nipples, feeling more turned on than when his friend did the same to his cock.  He was so out of it from Brandon kneading his chest that he barely noticed when the other man lowered himself down onto his thickened, throbbing rod.  

“MMMMnnnnnmmmm….that IS better…” Brandon sighed, rocking his hips and working the enlarged cock inside him.  “Hits...unnn...all the...right...spots…” he moaned blissfully.  

Kyle was beyond speech.  All he could do was open his mouth and gasp wordlessly at the overwhelming pleasure he felt sandwiched between Brandon’s strong legs as the other man writhed on top of him.  He knew that he wasn’t the one in charge anymore.  He wasn’t fucking Brandon; Brandon was just using his inflated dick to get himself off.  His plan had backfired spectacularly.  

In the coming weeks, Kyle learned just how badly his plan had backfired.  He was the constantly horny one begging to get off.  What started out as his attempt at making Brandon feminine and submissive had ended up the opposite.  Now, between the two of them, Brandon was still the macho, masculine one.  As long as he had his pants on, the sculpted young man could pass as though nothing had happened.  Kyle wasn’t so lucky.  There was no hiding his huge, out of place chest, or his thick, always eager hose.  He was almost always hard, and in the revealing new outfits that Brandon had turned his wardrobe into, everyone saw it.  And then there was his attitude.  He wasn’t dumb, exactly, but Kyle found that his attention span was significantly shorter, and his interests had changed entirely.  Instead of being into sports, cars and electronics like he had been, he found himself interested in clothes, and shopping, and pop music.  Where once he’d been your average straight guy, now he was like a walking bachelorette party.  It was made all the worse by the knowledge that he shouldn’t be acting this way, but to the people around him it’s just how he was.  

That was where his friend had gotten creative.  Before writing the book out of their possession, Brandon added a clause where the world would view them as normal.  It wasn’t perfect.  They still got odd looks when they went out and their friends had initially reacted with shock, but it worked well enough that Brandon could parade around the locker room in his panties and Kyle could do the same half-hard in a thong and bra.  In fact, they soon had guys knocking on their door.  It started one drunken night with a couple of the guys.  After a few beers, Brandon was getting plowed by Chad and Kyle was getting tit-fucked by Derek.  Since then, Kyle had learned to appreciate having his perky bubble filled while simultaneously blowing someone else.  He loved how his shaking chest felt, bouncing and slapping around while he was filled from both ends.  

No matter who else came to visit, they were still each other’s favorites.  Brandon still hung on Kyle’s every word, but now the vacant Kyle did the same, leaving them in a kind of feedback loop.  Brandon would still parade around the apartment in just his feminine underwear, but now he made sure Kyle joined him in a matching bra in some twisted version of a couple’s outfit.  Their friends all commented on how well the two complemented each other.  Ever since the change, everyone said they were like two halves of a whole.