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***** Another story in progress about a cursed book that follows you home from the library.  This little tidbit is from the middle when the transformations really kick in.  Should have the completed version done soon, but hopefully this will tide you over in the meantime. *****

The crude drawing showed a strapping, muscled man with a broad smile on his face.  “Because Bryan spent all his time in the gym!  All that mattered to him was how pretty he was.  He didn’t have time to read books or think about anything other than how to make himself look good.”  

The now-taller man let out a hissing grunt when his body seized.  He could feel himself changing, a blissfully numb tingle while muscle and bone reshaped and settled into their new position.  The top half of his t-shirt tightened as his pecs and shoulders inflated, pushing outwards and forward, the sleeves threatening to split around his thickened, granite biceps, while the bottom half suddenly hung loose when his waist tightened and drew inward. His pants were sagging at the waist but plastered around his widened quads and the enlarged globes of his ample, muscled new rear.  

As shocking as his friend’s changing frame was, John’s attention was focused on the way Bryan’s features seemed to be refining.  The increasingly fit young man’s skin took on a deep, uninterrupted tan while the chocolate mop on his head shortened and reshaped itself into a perfectly gelled and styled coif that accentuated his sharpening cheekbones.  Even from his lowered vantage point, John could see Bryan’s jaw becoming more pronounced, his friend’s lips becoming full and pouty between the elevated ridges on either side.  Like the rest of his body, Bryan’s face took on the same golden tan as it became expertly blemish free, completing the formerly average jock’s transition into a groomed and primped pretty boy.  

Bryan blinked down at John in a daze for several seconds before he realized he was no longer frozen in place.  “Omigooodddd, like, what EVEN just happened,” he chirped, his eyes going wide at the words leaving his altered mouth.  “Um, do I sound, like, funny,” he asked, a puzzled look in his now-sparkling blue eyes.  

John couldn’t hold back a shocked laugh at the other man’s lisping speech, a sharp contrast to the perfectly proportional, shredded muscle that now covered him from head to toe.  “Uh, dude, you’re…” 

“HAWT!” Bryan cried as he lifted up his shirt to reveal his ripped new washboard.  “Do you see this?!  I’m sooooooooo cut right now,” the fresh Adonis giggled, too caught up in flexing his abs to be concerned about his altered vocabulary.  

John shook his head and looked away as Bryan continued to paw at himself.  Femme new speech or not, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the perfect body his friend had been given while he’d been shrunk down to half his size.  “Yeah, dude, great.  Good for you.  Can we please focus on figuring out what the fuck is happening?” he barked.  “There are still a whole lotta pages left.”  

As John spoke the words, the book flipped to the next page on its own.  This time it showed a man who looked like the new version of Bryan, but in a very different outfit.  “Bryan always wants to wear tiny shirts and little shorts to show off for the other boys.  He loves it when they stare at his big round bottom because it makes up for what he’s lacking in the front.”  

There was another gasp, from John this time, when Bryan’s shirt started to disintegrate.  The bottom half and sleeves fell away completely, leaving a small panel stretched tight across the bulging new pecs that hung half-exposed from what remained.  His jeans followed suit, vanishing from mid-thigh down while the remaining fabric thinned and lightened into a pair of white nylon running shorts that did nothing to conceal the bright purple jock underneath.  Even if the shorts weren’t so tight the straps lifting Bryan’s inflated new globes were clearly outlined, the white fabric was so thin as to be almost see through.  

Which left the most drastic change clearly visible.  Both men stared at the small lump in Bryan’s tiny new shorts, knowing that it should have been much, much larger.  

“IIIIEEEEEE!”  Bryan shrieked, ignoring his altered wardrobe as he frantically tugged the shorts down.  Instead of a wide, long organ and heavy balls, both men were greeted with the sight of a short little cock and petite balls nestled against a small patch of expertly manicured bush.  “Like what the hell?!  That’s soooo not fair!” 

“Fuck, man, guess those dudes in the gym really are compensating,” John laughed.  He knew he shouldn’t, but the sight of Bryan’s gorgeous new face and perfect body against the tiny nub was too much.  

“Hey!  This is so not funny!” Bryan cried, his face going red.  As he watched John stare at him he felt a strange thrill, and instead of covering up he left his shrunken poker exposed as it twitched and hardened to its full three inches, less than half the size it should have been.  He felt like he was forgetting something important, but was having a hard enough time just keeping his thoughts together from moment to moment.  

“At least you know it still works,” John said, his laughter trailing off as he recalled the other part of the passage.  “Wait...what did it say about showing off for the boys?”  

The book answered by flipping to another page, this one with a grinning John standing in front of a naked, micro-dicked Bryan.  “John doesn’t care how little Bryan is,” the passage read.  “It’s the perfect size for his mouth and he’d leave it there all day if he could!”  

John’s sudden groan was cut off as the shrunken man lunged forward and impaled his face on Bryan’s tiny member.  It was a reflex, like breathing.  It wasn’t until he’d been rolling his tongue along the other man’s rigid little nub for several minutes that he even began to process the fact that he had his face buried in his friend’s lap, voraciously sucking on Bryan’s cock while his tiny hands clutched at the sculpted man’s shelf of an ass.  He hadn’t realized just how small he’d become until he was pressed against Bryan and experienced just how much the whimpering Adonis towered over him.  His friend’s hands felt massive as they stroked through his hair and held his head in place, even though that last part was unnecessary.  Though he knew he should be repulsed, no force on earth could have pulled John away.  His own cock was solid and throbbing beneath his draping shirt but he couldn’t bring himself to let go of Bryan’s perfect rear to reach down and do anything about it.  

“OhhhHOOHHHhh...yeah, like, suck that little dick,” Bryan moaned, pumping his trim hips.  “It’s, like, so small and perfect for you…” The altered stud was just as confused.  He could hear himself flaunting his shrunken cock while gleefully getting blown by another man, but the obscured view of John’s small new body over his cresting slab of a chest turned him on like nothing ever had.  He should have been humiliated, a part of him was, yet all he really wished was that people could see them going at it.  

John kept slurping when Bryan came.  His friend’s little nub spurted down his throat, but he kept rolling his tongue and bobbing his head, sucking on the deflated balls in a desperate search for more.  

“Ba...babe...like, the book is...like...doing something…” Bryan panted, finally forcing John’s head free.  The shrunken man still made a few last attempts at wrapping his lips around the beckoning nub until his larger friend manhandled him the other direction in time to see another turned page settling.  

“And Bryan just loves how his little friend is big where it matters.  John fills him up just right!”  

John’s stomach dropped as he stared at the small, naked man on the page and his absolutely massive cock.  He heard himself grunt as his draping shirt started twitching and moving when his inflating member began pushing it outwards.  

“Awww, how come yours gets bigger,” Bryan pouted as he reached down and pulled John’s shirt free before his friend could protest.  “Ohhhhhh my,” he purred, shifting his weight from foot to foot at the sight of the thick, nine-inch club and low, heavy orbs that sprouted between the smaller man’s toned thighs.  

John was too stunned to speak.  The swollen organ would have looked huge on his former six-foot frame.  On a body half that size it was freakishly large.  He couldn’t even wrap a shrunken hand around it.  “Wha...what the fuck..?!”  he finally squeaked.  

“More like “when”, honey, and the answer’s now,” Bryan chirped, dropping to all fours and presenting his marble globes.  

“Dude...hold on…” John shook his head, dizzy at the rapid pace with which things were changing.  In a matter of minutes he’d gone from an average jock to a shrunken, horse-hung stud who was suddenly obsessed with blowing his ditzy, pretty-boy friend.  His ditzy, pretty-boy friend who also should have been an average straight man but who was too busy begging to get fucked to remember that minor detail.  

“No, YOU hold on,” Bryan laughed, backing up so that his enlarged cheeks ground against John’s aching beast, “to me.  With those sexy little hands of yours,” he winked, pursing his plump, full lips in John’s direction.