Eye for an Eye (vignette) (Patreon)

“Which one, oh which one will it be?” The Man in the Green Suit sang, waving a slender finger between the two stunned young men.  Chase thought he was bringing an eager blonde for him and his roommate to share, though he hadn’t told her that last part on the way home from the bar.  When he’d walked through the door she’d been short and stacked, her curvy body spilling out of a short skirt and an even shorter top, but in the time it took for Chase to call out to Mack she’d somehow been replaced by a tall, thin man in a dark green suit.  

Chase had responded as he always did: with violence.  The burly, sandy-haired young man didn’t stop to ask who the man was or where his pretty new friend had gone, he’d simply lunged at him, figuring his overdeveloped arms would solve the problem.  When his body froze after only half a step he quickly realized he’d have to come up with a new strategy.  

Which isn’t to say he didn’t still try.  The Man in the Green Suit smiled from ear to pointed ear as he watched the well-muscled young jock strain.  Chase’s impressive chest stretched his tight black t-shirt near to breaking, veins standing out prominently on his thick neck as the arms he spent so much time on in the gym inflated to the size of small melons.  His square-jawed face began to turn purple from the effort, a film of sweat settling on his forehead while he grunted and glared at the garishly dressed stranger.  It all happened so fast that Chase was locked in place before Mack even made it out of his room.  He wanted to warn his friend when he heard the dark-haired man’s footsteps crossing the creaky wood floor of their apartment, but his vocal chords were as frozen as the rest of him.  

It didn’t take Mack long to realize their plan was not unfolding as intended.  To his credit, instead of lunging at the Man in the Green Suit as Chase had, he at least attempted a “who the hell are yo-” before he was locked in place next to his friend.  Where the sandy-haired man was broad and thick with muscle, Mack was taller and leaner, built like a swimmer compared to Chase’s stocky, wrestler’s physique.  Though not as built, the olive-skinned Mack strained just as hard, his dark, handsome features a mask of terrified fury.  

The Man in the Green Suit cocked his head to the side, tapping a finger against his narrow chin as he looked at the frozen men.  “Probably not how you thought the night would go, is it?  I understand your surprise...all those other times things went off without a hitch.”  His eyes flashed the same color as his suit when the men’s eyes quickly darted towards each other.  “What’s that?  Oh, right, this is the point where you try to lie your way out of this, yes?”  

Chase gasped, suddenly able to speak again.  “Look man, I don’t know who the fuck you are or what you’re talking about, but we…” he stopped and cleared his throat when his voice cracked, “...weren’t going to do any...thing…” his eyes went wide, crimson creeping back up his neck from embarrassment, not exertion, as he heard the increasingly high, helium pitch to his voice.  “Hey...what the hell...why do I sound like this?!” he squeaked, desperately trying to raise his frozen arms as if he could rub the deep bass back into his throat.  

The Man in the Green Suit shrugged.  “It’s more fun for me when you lie sounding like that,” he grinned.  “Now what were you saying?”  

“What...what happened to…” Chase paused, realizing he didn’t even know the blonde’s name, “...where’d she go?  Did she put you up to this?”  His face burned with the humiliating sound of each word.

“She never existed.  In fact, you were the only one who ever saw her.  Everyone else at the bar saw you pawing at me all night.”  The Man in the Green Suit sighed at the horrified look on the young stud’s face as he thought about a room full of people watching him hang all over another man.  “That’s an odd reaction considering what the two of you were about to do.  You’re embarrassed at being seen touching another man, but being up close and personal with each other like this is okay?”  

Chase gasped, his clothes vanishing with a slight wave of the man’s hand.  It was instantaneous; one minute they’d been clinging to his brawny frame, and the next he was entirely exposed.  He looked down in wide-eyed shock at his smooth, bare abs and the wide, stout hose and heavy balls that dangled above his meaty thighs.  He couldn’t turn his head to get a full look, but from his peripheral vision he could see Mack’s toned, hairy body equally on display.  “But...we weren’t going to do anything…” he stammered quietly, his squeaky voice shaking.  “We’ve never…” 

“Why do you think I’m here?  If you never did anything, we wouldn’t be talking,” The Man in the Green Suit said sharply.  “But I’m not here to argue or lecture...I’m here to prove a point.”  

Chase swallowed hard and tried to keep his rage in check.  “The fuck does that mean?”  

“Here’s a better question,” The Man in the Green Suit offered with a grin that was too wide for his thin face.  He caught the straining blonde’s gaze and nodded over at his dark-haired friend.  “If you could give your squeaky new voice to him and get your old one back, would you?”  

“What?  No, of course not,” the stocky blonde squeaked, his eyes darting over to his frozen friend.  

“What if he didn’t know?”  The Man in the Green Suit waved a slender hand, eliciting a sharp gasp from Chase as the room around them was obscured by a dense fog.  Everything seemed to melt away until all that was left was the naked blonde and the garishly dressed man.  “Don’t panic...we’ve just sidestepped reality a bit so we can talk in private.  Now...if he thought I was the cause and not you, would you do it?”  

Chase didn’t even hesitate.  “Yes!  Give me my fuckin’ voice back,” he chirped.  

The Man in the Green Suit gave an almost imperceptible nod.  “That’s what I thought.”  

“Look, I don’t know how you’re…” Chase paused, relief washing over him at the return of his normally deep tone.  “Oh thank god,” he sighed, unaware that The Man in the Green Suit was having a conversation with Mack at the same time.  

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“Man, I don’t know what kinda drugs you slipped us, but if you think you’re gonna get away with this you are outta your fuckin’ mind!” Mack growled, his lean frame covered in sweat at his relentless struggling.  “I know this fog isn’t real...none of this is!  The second I can move you’re dead, you hear me?  Fuckin’...dead...hey!  No!  Why do I sound like Chase?!”  The dark-haired stud cleared his throat, his olive skin turning a deep shade of red as he heard his high-pitched chirp.  “Bet you think you’re real funny,” he spat, glaring.  

The Man in the Green Suit put a hand on his chest in a gesture of mock-offense.  “Me?  Oh, no.  This was all your friend.”  He held his other hand out, palm up, and a spectral image of his exchange with Chase replayed for the frozen man.  

“That mother fucker!” Mack barked, his lightened voice sounding significantly less intimidating than it should.  

The Man in the Green Suit cocked his head, a thoughtful finger resting against his chin.  “It’s interesting...you didn’t even stop to consider the possibility that I made all of that up.”  

Mack glared at the ghostly image of his friend.  “It’s exactly what that asshole would do,” he said, looking up at the thin man.  “Can I give it back?”  

“I’m afraid not.  These things can’t just bounce back and forth forever.  But what would you say to the possibility of revenge?

**********

“So what now?  We just stand here staring at each other?”  Chase had stopped struggling, the return of his masculine voice enough to calm him for the moment.  

The Man in the Green Suit gave a short, cold laugh.  “I thought you liked showing off that impressive body?”  

“Not to freaks like you,” the naked blonde spat.  

“You really are incapable of learning from your mistakes, aren’t you?” 

Chase wilted under the smaller man’s glowing eyes.  “I didn’t mean...I’m sooooOOOHHHH!”  The stocky hunk broke off in a gasping moan, a sudden sensation of falling making his stomach turn upside down.  “What the fuck just….happ...aaaAAAHHHH!”  Chase screamed when he suddenly found himself looking at the shorter man’s midsection instead of his face.  He frantically looked at himself as best he could, grateful to find, at least from his own perspective, that everything looked the way it should.  “What is this?!  What did you...do...to me…” The shrunken blonde trailed off, moving his mouth and pursing his lips.  “Why does my mouth feel funny?”  Chase went a mortified shade of purple, then a terrified pale when he was suddenly confronted with a reflection of himself.  As his perspective had suggested, though he was smaller overall the buff blonde’s chiseled frame still had the same proportions, with one minor exception.  Where his thin, average lips used to be, Chase now found himself looking at a puffy, botox nightmare that was a sharp contrast to his lantern jaw and otherwise masculine features.  “What did you do to me?!”  

“Me?  This was all Mack’s idea,” The Man in the Green Suit said.  “He wasn’t too happy about the voice thing.” 

“You said he wouldn’t know!”  Chase shrieked while trying to guess his new height.  Without any landmarks other than the thin man in front of him it was hard to estimate, but he knew it couldn’t be more than four feet, if that.  

“I did say that, didn’t I,” the man said with an evil grin.  He waved his hand and Chase’s reflection changed to the image of an angry Mack.  

“He wants his voice back?  Let’s see how much talking he gets done with all those dicks in his mouth,” Mack squeaked furiously.  

“Guh!”  Chase gave a loud grunt at the sight of his naked friend, his cock rocketing to life.  His mouth watered and he began unconsciously pursing his altered lips as he stared, a painful longing like he’d never felt rocking him to his core.  “Oh...oh god...what is this…” he moaned, his eyes landing on the Man in the Green Suit’s crotch when he was finally able to tear them away from Mack.  

“You heard him,” the man shrugged.  

“But...I’m not...you can’t leave me like this!  He can’t do this to me!”  Chase stammered.  

“And yet here we are,” The Man in the Green Suit said, smiling down at the flustered little blonde.  “So are we done here?  Are you going to let him get away with this?”  

Chase’s heart raced as he stared at his friend.  He knew on logical level that they were being played by the stranger, but all he could think about in the moment was getting even.  “The hell I am!”  

**********

“There we go...let’s see how big a man you are now you little fuck,” Mack laughed, remembering all the times that Chase had lorded his excess muscle over him.  He was still horrified at his altered voice, but the image of his shrunken friend, complete with thick new dick-sucking lips, was helping to ease the pain.  “He’s kinda cute at that size.  Wonder what got him all worked uuUUUUOOOOOOHHHHH!”  The dark-haired jock let out a piercing wail when a sudden throb exploded at his waist.  He felt his cock go rigid in a flash, his eyes suddenly locked on the foggy image of his buff little friend.  There was a strange weight at his back as the image of Chase came to life, his friend’s voice dripping with anger when he spoke.  

“He wants me to suck dick?  Then let’s see how much that fuck like’s riding them,” the brawny little stud said, his deep voice seeming as out of place against his smaller body as Mack’s squeak did against his.  Before the addled man could ask what happened the image shifted to a reflection of himself, his lean, sculpted body now offset by an impossibly large set of cheeks where his toned little bubble should have been.  

“FUCK!” Mack shrieked, his eyes going wide at the fleshy, oversized mounds.  They were bigger than anything he ever could have built in the gym, jutting out from his back like a supple, silicone injected shelf.  The gravity-defying globes would have looked huge on anyone, but their excessive size was accentuated by the lean jock’s tight waist and tapering torso, causing them to look like an explosion of flesh erupting at his hips.  “That bastard!  He can’t do that!” Mack cried, the aching throbs slowly beginning to pierce his shocked haze.  Staring at his friend’s solid cock made his inflated rear burn with a hunger that pushed aside any other thoughts.  

The Man in the Green Suit watched Mack wrestle with the latest round of changes, his grin never fading.  “Do I even need to ask at this point?”  

**********

“Ha!  Fucker always was an ass man,” Chase laughed as he watched Mack’s toned rear balloon to it’s obscene new size.  “Good luck fitting that thing into your pants, asshole,” the shrunken jock sneered.  “Gotta say...the look on his face right now almost makes all this worth iiiiiiiiIIIIIIII!”  Chase broke off in hiss, his puffy mouth falling open as his rigid cock began pressing outwards.  Frozen as he was, he was helpless to do anything other than watch as the formerly proportional organ stretched, growing longer and thicker until it looked like a wine bottle was strapped to his waist.  The mammoth member was so wide that Chase couldn’t even come close to wrapping a shrunken hand around it, and it was so long that it would dangle halfway down his stubby new legs when soft.  Like his friend’s altered rear, it was impossibly large, beyond anything that human biology could create on its own, and looked even more freakish on his pint-sized frame.  

Mack’s voice caused Chase to look up, the sight of his friend’s ample bottom causing his enlarged beast to ooze.  “He wants me to ride a dick?  Okay...let’s start with his, then,” Mack said, a hungry glint in his eyes.  

“GODDAMN IT!” Chase bellowed, wincing at the way his equally inflated balls squished between his sturdy little thighs.  He’d always been proud of his seven inches; the last thing he’d ever want is a package twice that size.  “Fine,” he growled at the image of his friend, “you want me to fuck you?  You can at least look the part.”  

**********

“Wow.  That’s...something…” Mack said, breathing heavily as he watched Chase’s impressive cock expand into a girthy monster.  The oozing organ made his aching hole scream with hunger as he watched it bob and sway on the squirming little man.  “Good luck finding someone other than me to take that thing,” he spat, failing to recognize how odd and out of place his words were.  “Hope you’re happy now you little...wh...hoa…” Mack stuttered as his body began tingling from head to toe.  He braced himself for the worst, but the bottom-heavy hunk was still unprepared for what he saw when he looked down.  Instead of his usual olive complexion, Mack’s skin had become a pale, ruddy pink, the wiry hairs coating his muscled frame switching from jet black to a reddish-purple.  “Shit!  The fuck is this?!” Mack squeaked, feeling somehow more naked and exposed by the sudden transition to a pale ginger than he did by the changes to his voice and ass.  

“Bitch knows I like redheads,” the spectral Chase said, his deep voice dripping with arrogance as his image switched back to a mirror of Mack’s new look.  The formerly dark-haired stud now found himself looking at a pale, flushed face offset by a head covered in crimson hair that was nearly a deep shade of maroon.  

“Well...I think we can call this a successful evening,” The Man in the Green Suit sighed.  With a soft clap of his hands, the fog cleared.  

**********

There was a tense silence as the two altered friends stared at each other in shock, seeing their handiwork in person for the first time.  

“You fucker!” Mack chirped, blushing as he was able to move and felt for the first time just how much his inflated rear bounced and shook with the slightest movement.  

“Me?!  Look what you did to me!” Chase shot back, his massive cock throbbing as he stared up at his tall, pale friend.  

“You started it!  Listen to me!  I sound like a freak!”  Mack squeaked, rubbing his throat and pawing at the ginger fur on his chiseled pecs in disgust.  

“You didn’t have to turn around and do this to me,” Chase pouted, his puffy lips exaggerating his expression as he hefted his oversized organ with both hands.  

“I was just supposed to let this go?” Mack said, turning and causing his pillowy globes to ripple like a waterbed.  “Fuck, man, you...you…” he clutched at his rust-red hair, gawking at how different his pasty biceps looked without their olive-hue.  “Why the fuck am I a redhead?”  

“Why not?” Chase shrugged.  “Seemed like a good idea at the time.”  

“You little…” Mack broke off and lumbered towards his shrunken friend, his balance uneven as he adjusted to the constantly shifting new weight at his back.  “I’m gonna fuckin’ murrrrruuuunnnngggg!”  Chase also lunged forward, meeting his friend halfway and cutting the taller man off when he wrapped his altered lips around Mack’s aching cock.  “FFFFFfffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” the now-ginger moaned, his squeaky voice cracking as Chase’s small hands clutched and kneaded his sensitive new backside.  As he’d wanted, the blonde’s new height was perfect for swallowing him, the puffy lips forming a vacuum seal as he pumped his hips.  

“MMMmmphhhfffmmmmm,” Chase moaned around the blissful cock, bobbing his head until his nose was buried in Mack’s crimson bush.  Far from the disgust he should have felt, the sensation of his friend’s warm, musky cock sliding against his tongue filled the tiny meathead with an ecstasy he’d never felt before.  He loved the way Mack towered over him, and how his friend’s hands felt sliding through his hair.  

“Cha...Chase...bro...I need you to...need…you inside me, dude,” Mack stammered, reaching around and slipping a hand between the deep valley of his ruddy cheeks.  The handsome jock was humiliated at the thought of the toying with his hole while begging another man to fuck him, but he’d do whatever it took.  “Please, man...fuck...I need it…” he whimpered, sounding even more pathetic with his helium pitch.  

Chase let him squirm for a few more moments before slowly sliding his altered lips off Mack’s oozing cock, licking around the leaking head.  “I can’t reach it all the way up there,” he said.  

The pale ginger was on all fours in a flash, burying his blushing face against the floor while Chase clapped and bounced his mammoth cheeks together.  He felt his friend lining himself up, but nothing could have prepared him for the lightning bolt of sensation that nearly caused him to black out.  “.....IIIIIIIIIiiiiiieeeeee!”  Mack came back to his senses shrieking, his trim hips bucking his fat cheeks against the blonde little muscle man.  He was like a beast, grunting and snorting wordlessly while he clutched at the worn floorboards of their apartment.  His untouched cock exploded over and over again as Chase pumped his massive log in and out, forming a sticky pond between his knees.  

Behind, though the altered blonde had lost nearly half his height, he’d lost none of his technique as he rolled his abs and flexed his muscled rear to jam his throbbing girder deep into the wailing new redhead.  Like his own altered lips, Mack’s inflated cheeks swallowed his cock like a glove swallowing a hand, working every extra inch he’d gained.  The sound of his friend’s high chirp in place of his normally deep voice only drove him on as Chase thought back to all the times he’d heard Mack’s bassy grunts, thinking now that he much preferred the new tone.  Chase was nearly blown out of his friend from the force of his exploding monster when he finally came, unleashing buckets into Mack until the sticky torrent poured down his pale thighs like a waterfall.  

“Guuhh...go...goddamn…” Mack panted, collapsing against the cum-slick floorboards in a spent heap.  He blinked up at Chase as the blonde’s softening monster dangled heavily to his stubby knees before the tiny stud dropped down into his friend’s arms.  

The two lay in silence for a long while, gradually forgetting why they kept looking expectantly around their apartment.  “Were we...what were we even fighting about?” Chase asked, kissing the patch of wiry red hair on Mack’s pale chest.  

The taller man tousled Chase’s hair, loving how his friend’s monster cock felt draping against him and dwarfing his own.  “Search me,” he said with a shrug.  “Whatever it was must’ve been a hell of a fight for makeup sex like that.”  

Chase slid up and pressed his inflated lips against Mack’s, loving how the scrubby red stubble felt scratching against his face.  “You mean I’m not always that good?”  

Mack just laughed and scooped Chase into his muscled arms as he stood.  “Uh-uh,” he said, giving the blonde’s bottom a squeeze.  “I’m not taking that bait.  I don’t feel like arguing anymore.”