Lamplighter (vignette) (Patreon)

(This one's a bit shorter than usual, but the virus craziness has the day job in a whirl and it's cut into the writing time.  Stay safe everyone!)

“Can we be done with this shit already?  How long do we have to stand around with our thumbs up our asses?”  Brandon rolled his eyes, annoyed, the anemic flickering from the lamp on the floor giving the dim room the impression of motion as the shadows swayed along the walls.  The stuttering movements were wild and epilleptic, a dull, red and orange glow splashing against the four young men through the inky darkness like they were being tie-dyed.  

Steve sighed and shrugged, shooting the grumbling, auburn haired jock a dirty look before turning his effortlessly handsome face in Adam’s direction.  “I think what Brandy’s so politely asking is how do we know if this is going to work or not?”  The chiseled blonde hooked his thumbs in the loose waist of his otherwise straining jeans, his thick arms flexing in the process as he rocked on his heels and looked around the room.  “I mean this is spooky and all, but we’ve been standing here staring at each other for like fifteen minutes.”  

Directly across from the charming blonde, Jason blew a kiss in Steve’s direction.  “What?  You don’t like the view?”  The dark-haired stud batted his eyes and pursed his lips, flexing his olive-hued biceps as he folded his arms behind his head.  

Eyes still closed, Adam raised a slender hand to silence his three friends.  Looking at the group, the wiry young man, with his sharp, angular features, shaggy brown hair, and thin, toned frame immediately stood out from the trio of strapping, lantern-jawed meatheads.  He was nothing like the brawny athletes, which is precisely why they kept him around.  Adam served as their punchline, the butt of all their pranks and the one they made fun of to boost their own egos.  While he did most of their coursework, Steve, Brandon and Jason spent their time either at the gym or fucking their way from one end of campus to the other, constantly reminding Adam that he should consider himself lucky to get their scraps.  Now that he had the lamp, things were about to change.  

“Seriously though, dude, this has been great, but I’m done,” Jason said.  “We played along with whatever weird...thing...this was, but enough’s enoooOOOHH FUCK!”  

The raven-haired hunk yelped when the flickering flame went completely still before flaring to life.  The sudden illumination was blinding, bringing with it a wave of heat as though the small flame had grown to bonfire proportions.  There was a roaring burst of wind that howled around the room, but the formerly flickering glow was unmoving, casting a steady beam of light against their screwed-down eyelids in the gale.  

“What...what the fuck was that?!” Brandon spat, shaking his head and trying to blink his eyes back into functioning.  

“Very funny,” Jason said, his tone flat.  “Okay...you got us.  Good for you.” 

“Yeah man, you’re gonna have to tell us how the trick lantern works,” Steve said with an awkward laugh.  “I seriously didn’t see that coming...no pun intended.”  

Adam remained silent, a hand still in the air.  A sheen of sweat glistened across his forehead as he focused his will and fought the urge to open his eyes and see how his friends looked in their new outfits.  He knew their eyes had to be clearing any second, and he grinned as he imagined the stunned looks on their faces.  

“Wait...what the hell is...WHERE THE FUCK DID MY CLOTHES GO?” Steve roared as he finally registered that his tight t-shirt and fitted jeans were nowhere to be seen.  Even his shoes, socks and boxers were gone, having been replaced by a pair of paper-thin shorts.  The tiny, bright green bottoms were smaller than a pair of briefs and left none of his girthy package to the imagination as the rest of his sculpted muscle stood proudly on display.  The stunned jock went to poke at the shorts but instead found himself locked in place, barely able to even move his head as he frantically looked to his friends for help.  “WHY CAN’T I MOVE?!”  

“FUCK!  I...I can’t either…” Steve grunted, his impressive frame flexing as he struggled against the invisible bonds.  With the bright light blasting away the shadows, the handsome blonde’s embarrassment was obvious when he forced his eyes down and turned crimson at the sight of his new outfit.  Like Steve, his jeans and t-shirt were gone, replaced by a pink lace bodysuit that looked like a mix between a wrestling singlet and a woman’s bathing suit.  The sheer fabric popped against Steve’s tanned muscle, accentuating the tapering shape of his torso as it stretched across his prominent pecs and clung to his shredded abs.  The embarrassed jock could feel the air on his perky bubble as the back wedged into the valley between his solid cheeks, and he tried his best to squirm and work his exposed balls back inside the painfully tight front.  “You better make with the answers...NOW,” he growled at Adam, dropping his nice-guy facade.  

“Where...where did a jockstrap come from…” Brandon stammered, his usual blustering absent in the face of the impossible transition.  They’d only been blinded for a few seconds, and he hadn’t felt any of his clothes being removed, but even if he had that wouldn’t explain how someone could have swapped out his boxer briefs for a jockstrap.  The burly young man’s eyes were wide, unable to accept that he really was looking down at his bare, hairy pecs and bulging muscle gut above a stuffed, purple jock.  “How did you…” 

“HOW isn’t as important as WHEN he’s going to turn off whatever the fuck this is,” Steve barked, cutting Brandon off.  “You’re fuckin’ dead, bro,” he seethed, his deceptively charming smile now a furious sneer.  

Adam didn’t need to open his eyes to know he’d be looking at the real Steve.  The handsome blonde liked to pretend that he was a nice guy until it was no longer convenient, at which point his true personality would shine through.  Adam was used to it by now, but people, especially many an unfortunate coed, were always caught off guard by the inner ugliness that was such a jarring contrast to the gorgeous packaging.  

Since Steve loved attention so much, Adam was happy to start with him.  He made a slight flicking motion of his raised hand in the blustering blonde’s direction, loving the sharp gasp that followed.  

Steve wanted to cry out, but he was entirely frozen.  He’d barely registered the quick motion of Adam’s hand when something slithered in through his constricted pupils and worked its way down his spine, sending tingling veins of pleasure shooting through his frozen system.  His exposed flesh broke out in goosebumps, his heart racing and his stomach fluttering as the unseen swarm buzzed beneath his skin.  His cock throbbed when the vibrating horde seemed to settle between his sturdy thighs, the thick, seven-inch organ snaking long and solid against his abs while the heavy orbs that had spilled free began to churn.  Even through his confused daze Steve was mortified at the sight of his proud rod twitching and pulsing beneath the pink lace, but that humiliation quickly turned to nausea when the impressive member began to recede.  It only took moments, the scant seconds passing in slow motion as the helpless Adonis could only watch his thick cock and full balls dwindle like a deflating balloon until he was left gawking at a horrifyingly familiar orifice.  He was well versed in the workings of the flat, eager opening, but not on his own strapping body.  

As his mind was reeling from the way the pink lace now perfectly fit between his muscled thighs, Steve didn’t notice the buzzing tendrils worm their way back up towards his chest.  It wasn’t until the inflating pecs began to obstruct the view of his unwanted new pussy that the stunned jock realized the nightmare wasn’t over.  He had a brief moment of hope that the cresting mounds were expanding with muscle as they pushed outwards, until they began to round and soften.  Like balloons filling with helium, the formerly granite shelf appeared to defy gravity as it settled into a matched set of heaping, supple breasts.  

When the buzzing finally stopped, Steve didn’t know if he should be relieved or horrified.  The rest of his handsome face and sculpted, gym-built body was unchanged, making the unwanted additions all the more obvious against his otherwise masculine frame.  Like the two sides of his personality, the soft, D-cup mountains were a sharp contrast to the strong, lantern jaw above and the iron pistons that were his arms on either side, just as the gaping, empty space looked out of place beneath his washboard abs and ripped obliques.  

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?!” Steve roared, his voice coming back when the changes stopped.  “I’VE GOT FUCKIN’ TITS!  You...you turned my dick into a pussy!”  

It took all of Adam’s strength not to open his eyes and look, but he couldn’t break the connection.  He knew he’d have plenty of time to explore each of their new looks when they were all done, but there were still two more to go.