Hashtag, ch. 3 (Patreon)

The walk to Duke’s was even better than Troy imagined.  Seeing Blane’s fattened cakes bouncing around their apartment was one thing, but watching the scantily clad, bottom-heavy jock prance down the street was another level entirely.  The altered man had put on a pair of lavender shorts, with the thin nylon fitting smaller than his usual boxer briefs and leaving his heaping cheeks mostly on display.  The supple mounds spilled out the top and bottom, exposing Blane’s turquoise thong as a prominent whale tail and rendering the shorts nearly pointless.  His thick package bulged out the front, pulling the waist low, but even his impressive endowment and accentuated obliques couldn’t pull focus from the shifting pillows at his back.  The rest of his athletic build was similarly exposed as his upper body was covered only by the top third of a sleeveless t-shirt that stopped just at the bottom of his sculpted pecs.  Blane’s broad shoulders, muscled arms, tapering waist, and ripped abs were all uncovered, and they all paled in comparison to his impossible rear.  Even his handsome face, with his pouty lips and deep, chocolate brown hair, couldn’t catch anyone’s eye.  

The formerly straight jock’s behavior, though, drew plenty of attention as the pair walked down the street.  It was Blane’s loud, exaggerated giggle that caused people to look in the fit young man’s direction in the first place as he clung to his friend’s arm.  The flamboyant display was so over the top that Troy started to feel embarrassed for the other man, an emotion Blane no longer seemed capable of experiencing on his own.  Troy knew the old version of his friend would be horrified at his behavior, and he wondered if any of the old Blane was still inside, watching himself as he made his friend, the blonde, gay jock, seem butch by comparison.  If there was it didn’t show, and Blane grinned proudly whenever he caught people staring at his expansive backside and exposed muscle.  

As much as he enjoyed studying Blane’s new demeanor as they made their way, Troy was more curious how Duke would respond.  He knew how Duke treated him, a relatively unassuming gay guy, and he couldn’t wait to see how the arrogant jock reacted to Blane’s new role as a bottom heavy queen.  From what Troy had seen the world should adapt, but he had no idea what the specifics of that adaptation would look like.  Not that it would matter for long.  Troy already knew what tags he was going to use on the dark-haired stud; he just wanted to give the old Duke a chance to see the new Blane first.  

Their friend’s reaction only further cemented Troy’s plan.  Duke threw the door open, fixing both of them with his smug grin.  “‘Sup, ladies,” he said, making sure to flex his chiseled arm as he motioned for them to enter.  He immediately reached down and gave one of Blane’s plump cheeks a rough squeeze, eliciting a loud giggle.  

“Heeeyyyy,” the bottom-heavy jock said with a limp wave.  “We were, like, soooo bored,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.  

Duke shrugged his brawny shoulders, making a show of flexing his prominent pecs in the process.  “Other than the view it’s not that exciting over here,” he said, nodding down at his straining tank-top and loose gym shorts with a slight grin, “but ya’ll are welcome to hang out.  We can put a game on or something.”  

The blonde jock hung back and watched Duke soak up Blane’s abundant attention, the dark-haired Adonis treating the altered man in the same condescending manner he’d always treated Troy.  It was as if their former relationship as straight peers had never existed.  To Duke’s credit, the towering jock didn’t seem overly bothered by the flamboyant hunk openly ogling and flirting with him, but Troy still bristled at the other man’s superior attitude.  Because he was straight, he knew that Duke still saw himself as the only “real” man in the room.  

Still, Troy couldn’t help but smile as he watched the now-flamboyant Blane hang all over Duke, staring at his friend with obvious lust in his eyes.  Not that he could blame him.  As much as he hated to admit it, there was a part of Troy that wanted to do the same thing.  Duke was striking.  At six-foot-three and 220 pounds of chiseled muscle the strapping jock was easily the most built of the group.  He had the kind of body most men considered ideal, with broad shoulders, powerful arms, a prominent, tapering “V” to his torso, and a set of legs that were strong without being bulky.  Coupled with his short, jet-black hair, smooth, olive skin, lantern jaw, and booming voice, Duke was basically an action figure come to life.  And by the time Troy was done with him, that comparison would be even more appropriate.  

With the brawny hunk distracted, Troy had no problem snapping a picture.  He caught Duke flashing his smug grin, puffing out his powerful chest while he looked slightly down at Blane’s giddy face.  Troy was surprised that his hands were so steady as he brought up the Facets app and tagged the photo with #tinytop, #minimuscle, #liljock, #hung, #boytoy, #underoos, and #thottysquad, giving the unsuspecting stud one last look before hitting submit.  

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Duke wanted to scream, but all he could do was blink at the purple bulge staring him in the face.  Just seconds before, he’d been looking down at Blane from his usual perspective of standing a few inches taller.  Then there’d been a strange tingling sensation, his vision blurring, and when it cleared he found himself looking directly at his friend’s thick package.  

His first thought was that he’d fallen to his knees, but a quick, horrifying look down confirmed that he was still standing upright, just on a pair of legs that were significantly shorter.  Adding to his confusion were his missing shorts and boxers, as well as the sudden appearance of a thin t-shirt with tiny, matching briefs.  He forced himself to look down again, his eyes going wide when he saw a shirt that looked like Captain America’s costume.  The paper-thin cotton accentuated the ripped muscles of his torso as it clung to his tapering waist and disappeared into a pair of low-riding blue briefs, complete with a red elastic waistband to look like a belt.  From what the stunned jock could see his body looked mostly the same, there was just less of it.  As he poked at the unfamiliar clothing with tentative, trembling hands, Duke felt himself moving as he always did, and he felt a slight rush of relief to discover that the body underneath seemed to have the same proportions it should.  The only thing that looked even remotely out of place was the thick, heavy bulge that threatened to spill out of the tiny briefs at any moment.  

As soon as he looked away from himself, Duke was immediately reminded that things weren’t as they should have been.  It wasn’t just Blane that towered over him, but everything.  His eyes darting around the room, the tiny hunk’s stomach sank as he realized just how much he’d lost.  He could no longer see his counter or tabletops, nor could he see over the back of the couch, and based on what he knew to be Blane’s height, Duke was horrified when he guessed himself to be no more than three feet tall, if he was lucky.  He still had his shredded, athletic physique and adult, jock body; he’d just somehow been cut in half.  

And for some reason, he wasn’t panicking.  His heart was racing and he was well aware that something frighteningly impossible had occurred, but he wasn’t shrieking with blind terror the way he knew he should have been.  Neither were Blane or Troy.  As he looked at the two, now-towering jocks, there wasn’t the slightest bit of shock or fear in their faces.  Blane looked down at him with the same lustful, giddy smile, and while there was something in Troy’s grin that didn’t feel right, as soon as he looked at his friends all Duke could think about was how attractive they were.  A confusing punch of lust hit him in his fluttering stomach, his embarrassment and anxiety over being so much smaller than the other two fading into an aching desire.  

“Did...what just happened…” he stammered, surprised to find his voice just as deep and booming as it always had been.  It had always been imposing, but coming out of his pint-sized new body it just felt ridiculous.  

“What do you mean, hon?” Blane asked, reaching down and tousling Duke’s hair.  

“I...I don’t know…” Duke said.  He wanted to scream that it should be obvious, but he couldn’t bring himself to form the words.  Instead, he leaned into Blane’s hand, shivering at the now-taller man’s touch.  

“You feeling okay, big guy?  You’ve got a weird look on your face.”  Duke gasped when Troy stepped up behind and scooped him easily into the air.  He tensed as the other man turned him around, Troy’s hand feeling huge against his solid, perky rear while the blonde jock supported him with one burly arm.  Duke reached out instinctively to steady himself, feeling another confusing pulse of lust at how large and solid Troy’s pec felt against his shrunken hand.  His shortened legs dangling, the formerly several-hundred-pound giant literally couldn’t remember the last time he’d been held in such a manner, but it all felt surprisingly natural.  Instead of fighting it or trying to pull away, Duke settled into Troy’s grip as if being hoisted in someone’s arms was a common occurrence, and based on how his body was lighting up in the other man’s arms, he couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.  There was a part of him that was absolutely mortified at the way he’d been scooped up and manhandled, but there was a new, bigger part that loved every second of it.  

“I just felt...weird...there for a second,” Duke said, his elevated vantage point in Troy’s arms letting him see his reflection in the microwave.  Like the rest of his body his handsome features and strong jaw looked unchanged, save for their overall loss of size, and while the sight of his powerful build being held so easily in Troy’s arms filled him with a humiliating dread, it also made his cock throb.  

“You seem okay now.  Want me to put you down?”  

Duke blushed under Troy’s inspecting gaze, hating how much he wanted to say no.  He could feel his cock twitching and hardening, and he knew with his straining underwear there wasn’t much room before the hardening rod slipped free, but, as with everything else that was happening, the thought of throwing wood in front of the other two felt perfectly normal.  “I mean, if you want,” he said, catching himself toying with Troy’s bulging pecs.  

“You look like you’re having fun,” the blonde laughed, giving Duke’s rear a squeeze.  

“With you two around?  Always.”  Duke had no idea why he said it, or where the strange new impulses were coming from.  Before he even knew what he was doing, he’d leaned forward to press his head against Troy’s, both tiny hands working the now-hulking blonde’s chest.  Even though the man holding him was fit and shredded, he’d always given Troy a hard time because of his sexuality.  He didn’t know why it never occurred to him to hassle Blane in the same way, but now, getting hard in Troy’s arms, he knew he’d have to add himself to that list. 

“Hey! Like, don’t hog all the fun!” 

“Whoa!” Duke yelped when Blane snatched him out of Troy’s arms.  The altered brunette spun the shrunken jock around so his shortened legs were straddling him, gripping his solid little bubble with both hands.  Instead of pulling away when Blane leaned in for a kiss Duke returned it eagerly, his mind reeling from how much he suddenly enjoyed being manhandled by his two friends.  The contrast between still having his Adonis physique, though scaled down, and still feeling every bit as strong as he always did while the two men hefted him with ease was both jarring and arousing.  Duke knew he should be humiliated, but all he could do was grin and squirm against Blane.  He bucked his hips when his cock pulsed and shot free of the confining briefs, grinding the aching organ against Blane’s bare midsection.  He couldn’t hold back a gasp when the airheaded jock finally broke off the kiss and he got a look, the fat, solid rod seeming huge on his shortened body.  He groaned when Blane shifted his grip and grabbed it, his mind slowly piecing together that his eager organ was the one part of his body that hadn’t shrunk.  Though it looked huge compared to him, in the other man’s hand Duke could see that his seven-inches were unchanged.  “Not so bored now, are you,” he purred, his deep voice still seeming entirely out of place coming from his compact frame.  

He nodded for Blane to put him down and wasted no time tearing into the other man’s tented shorts.  Duke had a hard time fitting his friend’s thick cock in his mouth, but given that it was nearly eye-level he had the perfect vantage point for working every inch of it with his tongue and hands.  The old Duke was shocked at his sudden eagerness to have another man’s dick in his mouth, and his surprise only grew when he abruptly spun Blane around, parted his plump globes, and buried his face between them.  

“HHOooOOOHHHHhhhh!” Blane howled, arching his back and running his hands through his hair while the tiny stud hungrily lapped at his sensitive hole.  His toned arms flexed as he squirmed and tugged at the bright scrap of a shirt he still had on, his body vibrating with lust.  

The part of Duke’s brain that screamed at him to stop was drowned out by the impulse to lick every musky inch of Blane’s deep valley.  The formerly towering ladies man was well aware that he had his face buried in another man’s ass, and a huge one at that, but instead of being repulsed, the idea that his tiny head was fully encompassed by the supple mountains made him giddy.  

“Alright, get down here,” he finally barked, giving Blane’s ass a rough swat when he pulled his head away.  

“Yes sir!” Blane chirped, immediately dropping to all fours while the fun-sized stallion peeled out of his briefs.  

“Fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck yesssss,” Duke groaned as he plunged inside, loving Blane’s whining bellow.  He gave a few slow, deep thrusts before picking up speed, causing the impaled brunette’s cheeks to become a rippling sea of motion.  Watching his friend buck and squirm, and knowing that he was responsible for bringing the muscled giant such ecstasy, filled him with a confidence he’d never felt before.  The old Duke had expected to be embarrassed, but watching himself reduce a handsome jock like Blane into a whimpering puddle was a pleasant surprise.  He looked over at Troy and jerked his head.  “You too.  Get over here.”  

The shrunken stud couldn’t stop grinning when he undid Troy’s fly and fished the blonde jock’s impressive cock free.  Like Blane, the rigid organ was at eye level, giving him easy access while he continued to pump away into the bottom heavy man.  Duke was in heaven.  There was no awkwardness or humiliation at his circumstances, especially not with his two friends.  They were his boys, his squad, and he loved fooling around with them.  Troy towering over him while Blane writhed at the end of his dick just felt right, no matter what the increasingly distant voice in his head tried to tell him.  There was an extra thrill at the thought of someone twice his size being brought low by his still-girthy equipment, and, shorter or not, he still had a killer body.  Being taller would only take his mouth farther away from where it really wanted to be.  

“God...goddamn...Duke...I’m gonna...nngghh!”  

The miniature jock felt Troy tense in his hand just before the spasming blonde erupted all over him.  The sensation of the other man’s warm fluid blasting him in the face and showering down his burly little torso pushed him over the edge, causing a chain reaction as he unloaded into Blane, who then exploded all over the floor.  Duke sighed, kneading the gasping brunette’s doughy cheeks before reluctantly pulling out.  “I’m real glad you guys got bored,” he laughed, wiping the dripping fluid from his face and licking his fingers clean.  

“Omigod me too,” Blane purred.  He rolled over and sat on his plump rear, pulling Duke in for another kiss.  

The dark-haired little stud was back to being taller than Blane as long as the thick jock remained seated, but it was impossible to ignore how small he felt in the other man’s lean arms.  It drove home the uncomfortable thought that no matter how he looked compared to himself, Duke had lost a considerable amount of muscle mass, and he felt a stab of embarrassment when he realized his days of hefting impressive amounts of weight in the gym were likely over.  His body may have been well-muscled for its size, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still less than half what it used to be.  

With his head clearing from the potent release, Duke’s creeping anxiety continued to grow as he looked down at his sopping shirt.  Still having his same striking features or not, it was a blow to his ego to recognize that, at his current size, his clothes would most likely be coming from the kid’s section.  Looking up at Troy, the blonde’s straining t-shirt, most likely an adult medium, would have fit him like a gown.  But that still didn’t explain the comic book attire.  He owned a few generic superhero t-shirts he’d picked up at the mall, but he didn’t think of himself as the nerdy type.  

“I’m going to get a clean shirt,” Duke said, feeling relieved by the sight of his familiar, sculpted pecs when he peeled out of the cum-soaked top, until he looked back up and remembered how small they were by comparison.  The look of hunger in his friends’ eyes as they gawked at his naked frame helped,  but his anxiety blossomed into dread as soon as he walked into his room.  His stomach dropped when he saw the step stools he needed to get up into his bed and access the top drawers of his dresser, reminding him of his diminished stature.  Worse, when he climbed up and pulled open a drawer that should have held his gym shorts, he found nothing but similarly paired t-shirts and briefs.  Duke frantically searched through the drawers and his closet, but there wasn’t a single pair of shorts or pants to be found.  Even his work clothes had been replaced by t-shirts that had the front of a suit and tie printed on them, with matching black briefs instead of dress pants.  There were a few sets of solid color shirts and briefs, but Duke was mortified to find the overwhelming majority were comic book or superhero related.  The thought of walking around in public with his small, ripped frame clad only in the bright underoos was horrifying, but that didn’t stop him from slipping on a Spiderman t-shirt and matching red and blue briefs.  The ill-fitting underwear made his already oversized bulge seem massive, and Duke couldn’t imagine what it would be like to walk around his office in such a state.  He’d always been smug about his enviable physique, but even at his former size his current circumstances would have been a nightmare.  

“Have a hard time deciding?” Troy asked, a broad grin on his face as he looked Duke up and down.  “I mean, you DO have a lot of options.”  

Blane waddled over and reached down to tousle his hair, still naked save for the scrap of a shirt covering most of his pecs.  “I, like, soooo love how you lean into it.  You’re like a walking, talking doll.”  

Duke was too dazed to do anything other than nod.  Looking around his apartment he was starting to notice more of the step stools, and how limited his perspective was now that he couldn’t see over or on top of most of the furniture.  And he knew that as soon as he walked outside, he’d be viewing the rest of the world from the same vantage point.  

Before he could find his voice and respond to Blane, Duke was scooped into the air and set on Troy’s lap when the other man sat at the table.  He kicked his shortened legs reflexively, leaning into the blonde’s embrace instead of tensing and pulling away.  “So what do you guys want to do now?  Want to see what Lance is up to?” Troy asked.  

“Um, obviously,” Blane said with a toss of his hair.  

Duke nodded quickly in agreement, his newfound dread already starting to fade.  Positioned on Troy’s lap, the other man’s presence was blissfully overwhelming, and he couldn’t decide if he should feel bad or not about how much he wanted the sculpted hunk to carry him around.  He still couldn’t believe that such a short time ago he’d viewed Troy as inferior when now all he could do was think of him as a muscled, masculine mountain.  “Sure!” he said, his cock already twitching at the thought of how Lance would similarly tower over him.  

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Troy helped Duke hop off his lap, his eyes glued to the pintsized stud as he scrambled to put his now-tiny sneakers on.  The changes were perfect.  The dark-haired hunk was still gorgeous and perfectly built, but on a smaller scale.  With his overly deep voice and hefty package the new Duke radiated a warped masculinity, which was then turned on its head by his ridiculous wardrobe.  Blane had been right; wrapping the shortened man’s sculpted physique in the superhero attire was like having an erotic action figure come to life.  And from what he’d seen so far, Duke was loving it.  Instead of tensing or fighting he’d felt his friend relax whenever he’d been scooped into the air, and Troy knew that loss of control had to be just as confusing as the changes to his body.  He’d seen the old, confident Duke come out when he’d been fucking Blane, but in between there was a new submissive streak, a desire to be manhandled and towered over that hadn’t been present before.  

His shared tags seemed to be working as well.  The #thottysquad and #flauntit tags had both men eager to show off their altered bodies, while at the same time twisting their existing relationship.  They weren’t arrogant bros anymore, but eager, horny flirts that were all too happy to fool around with each other or any guy who was even remotely interested.  

Troy gave a contented sigh as he watched Blane slip into his thong and shorts while Duke clapped his supple cheeks together at eye level.  The new versions of his friends were lightyears better than the old, and as soon as they visited Lance the squad would be complete.