Just a Little Pic (vignette) (Patreon)

*** WIP story fragment I wanted to get out before I got distracted and forgot about it. ***

“What the fuck is going on in here,” Blake yawned from the doorway.  The lean brunette’s athletic frame was on display as he stood in nothing but his boxers, his short hair messy from the interrupted sleep.  On the bed, a dazed Rich just blinked at the other man, his chiseled pecs rising and falling from the rapid breaths.  A sheen of sweat glistened in the dim light beneath the wiry, golden hairs that dusted the blonde’s muscled torso, and Blake could see that his friend’s covers had been thrashed almost entirely off the bed, with only a thin scrap of sheet covering him from the waist down.

Rich sat up, his powerful arms flexing as he rubbed his face.  “Wha...Blake?  What’s going on...what time is it…” he stammered sleepily.

“Just after three.  And I asked you first,” Blake said, crossing his arms under his chest and leaning against the frame.

“Dude, you’re the one that just woke me up...” Rich started, giving his friend an annoyed look.

Blake made a sound like a buzzer and shook his head.  “Wrong.  Look at yourself, bro.  You were practically howling in here.  Sounded like you were being murdered.”

“What are you...oh!  Uh…” Rich trailed off, blushing slightly when he finally registered his lack of coverings.  He saw his blanket laying off to the side of the bed, far enough away that it looked to have been torn off, and the obvious tent beneath the thin sheet.  It had been forced low enough that the top of his boxer briefs were visible, and even the straining grey fabric appeared to have been worked down his trim, tapering waist.  “Shit, man.  Sorry about that,” he said, his tone bashful.

The fit stud was more embarrassed about having woken his friend up than being caught in his erect state.  Having spent countless hours crafting his precision-sculpted physique and then showing it off in the showers, Rich wasn’t remotely shy about his body, especially when it came to Blake.  He’d known the other man since high school, and they’d lived together all through college, sharing dorms, apartments, and locker rooms along the way.  The boxer-clad brunette was every bit the jock that Rich was, with a lantern-jawed, dimpled-chinned face that was just as handsome as the blonde’s All American features.  Together they’d been an unstoppable force on campus, developing a reputation as legendary ladies men that was currently spreading to the surrounding town now that they’d graduated.  Having had to make do with limited work space in the past, the two had become intimately familiar with each other.   Rich had seen Blake in every state imaginable and vice versa, and the two had even fooled around once.  It happened years before in their dorm days, a drunken experiment where they each wanted to sate their curiosity.  They both identified as straight, but after so many hours spent around naked guys at the gym, and already growing bored with the revolving door of women, they’d wanted to try something new.  It was only a brief kiss and mutual handjobs, and while it hadn’t been unpleasant, they’d both decided it wasn’t for them.  While they didn’t talk about it much, the experience had the effect of breaking the ice, removing any of the awkwardness that came with their other male friendships.  Rich could share a bed, shower, or hookup with Blake without a second thought, something he couldn’t do with anyone else.

“Must’ve been a hell of a nightmare,” Blake said, nodding towards the blanket on the ground.  He shifted his eyes to the tented sheet next, grinning.  “Or maybe something else?”

Rich laughed and shrugged his broad shoulders, his meaty pecs bouncing.  “It’s crazy...I don’t remember any of it.”

“You feeling okay now?  You still look a little freaked out.”

Rich paused and thought about it.  His heart was still racing and he felt an anxious tension, the cause of which he couldn’t name.  He searched his groggy brain for any specifics of the apparently intense dream but came up empty, his adrenaline-fueled arousal the only clue.  He felt like he’d been talking to someone familiar, he just couldn’t remember who.  “I’m good,” he said, nodding.  “Just wish I could remem…” Rich was cut off when Blake came crashing down on top of him.  His friend launched himself from the doorway with an agile leap, knocking the air from the blonde’s lungs as their bare torsos collided.  “Hey!  The fuck, bro,” Rich grunted, thrown off balance by the unexpected assault.  He was pulled on top of Blake when the other man rolled over, his tented boxer briefs digging into his friend’s thigh as the sheet went flying.

“Want me to stay in here and be your teddy bear,” Blake cooed, reaching down to give Rich’s ample cheeks a squeeze.

The blonde hunk laughed and shifted his weight, quickly regaining his bearings as Blake continued to manhandle him.  They horsed around like this often, and Rich, with his slightly bulkier build, was by far the better wrestler.  He waited for an opening, putting up a token resistance and writhing against Blake so his friend wouldn’t suspect what was coming until it was too late. His initial annoyance quickly fled, and though he wasn’t entirely sure why, Rich found himself enjoying the sensation of the other man’s smooth, tanned skin against his own more than he usually did.  He chalked it up to the late hour, but Blake seemed less nimble, leaving himself wide open for Rich to get the leverage he needed and pin the panting brunette face down beneath him.

“This is actually pretty comfortable,” Rich sighed.  He was draped across the other man’s back with an arm pinned to keep him in place, though his friend seemed content in his current position.  Blake’s loose boxers had been worked low during the struggle, leaving the top of his firm bubble pressing against Rich’s stomach.

“Seems like it,” the pinned jock purred, giving a twist of his hips to grind his cheeks against Rich’s still-rigid member.

“Dude!  Come on,” Rich said with an awkward laugh.  The blonde hunk shivered and slipped off as Blake rolled over to face him.  “Always have to make it weird, don’t you?”

“What’s weird about it?  Just a couple’a dudes in bed together in the middle of the night,” Blake grinned, resting a hand on his friend’s shelf of a chest.  There was a long pause as his fingers started tracing through the dusting of hair, his eyes never leaving the other man’s.

“Uh...for real, man.  What’s happening right now,” Rich finally asked.  He kept looking back and forth between Blake’s smug grin and the hand stroking across his chest, very much aware that he still hadn’t told his friend to knock it off.

Blake blushed slightly, his expression going coy.  “Right now?  I don’t know, bro, I just really want to…”

Rich barely had time to process Blake trailing off before the other man’s lips were on his.  The surprised stud returned the gesture before he had time to think about it.  It was a muscle memory, practically a reflex.  His body responded the way it would whenever a tongue thrust itself into his mouth, not at all concerned with who that tongue belonged to.  It was only moments later, when his brain finally caught up, that he thought to break it off.  “Fuck!  What the hell, man?!  Are you...drunk…” It was Rich’s turn to trail off when he pulled away and glared at his friend.  He blinked, his stunned brain spinning faster as it now struggled to piece together why Blake’s normally brown eyes blazed a bright, familiar green.

“Hey babe,” Blake said in a voice that was no longer his own.  Instead of deep and smooth it was high, light, and impossibly familiar.  “Been a minute.”

“Ti...Tish?”  Rich gasped, a chill running through him.  Tish had been one of his last regular hookups in college, and it hadn’t ended well.  The lithe redhead was stunning, which was the excuse Rich used when she found out he’d been showing all his friends the nudes she’d sent him.  One of those friends had posted them online and they’d spread like wildfire.  She’d been justifiably furious, but Rich had just brushed her off and moved on to the next person the way he always did.  He still felt a little bad about it, though he’d told himself there was nothing he could do now.  Tish didn’t have social media and had moved, so he had no way of contacting her even if he wanted to.  “Is that you?”

“In mind, if not body,” she said, using Blake’s handsome features to flash a predatory grin at Rich’s stricken expression.  “Though speaking of...you two have clearly kept yourselves in shape.”

Rich gasped when Blake’s hand slid over and tweaked his nipple, still too stunned to pull away.  “But...how are you...what did you do to Blake?”

“Don’t worry, he’s still in here.  I’m just borrowing him for a minute.  As for how,” she scooted closer, throwing one of Blake’s legs over Rich’s so their meaty thighs tangled together.  “You opened that door.  Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to dream about me?  I’m a little offended that it didn’t happen sooner.”

“Dream about you?  What are you...talking...about…” Rich’s eyes went wide as the hazy details of his dream suddenly gelled into lustful focus.  The familiar person he couldn’t remember had been Tish, straddling his lap and riding him like a bucking bronco.  He’d been howling and thrashing in his sleep because it had felt fantastic, just like it always had when they were together.

“Sorry about that.  I couldn’t resist taking you for one last spin while I was passing through,” she said, sounding almost wistful.  “Good times, weren’t they?  Once you brought me here I popped out of your dream and slipped into Blake’s.  You’ll have to pardon me for not announcing my presence right away.  I wanted to see what a little bro time was like when it’s just the two of you.”

Rich gasped again when Blake’s hand shot down into his tented underwear.  Memories of their drunken encounter flashed through his addled brain at the sensation of his friend’s calloused palm wrapping around his cock and fishing it free.  At five and a half inches the aching organ was on the small side, but the blonde jock made up for his lack of size with both his impressive physique and the skill with which he used each and every one of those inches.  Looking down at Blake’s purloined fist wrapped around his exposed cock Rich knew he should dart out of the bed.  Something impossible and terrifying was happening, and though he was fairly certain he actually was awake, a haze had draped itself over his thoughts, imposing a barrier between impulse and action.  “Wai...wait…” he finally stammered.  “What do you mean ‘last’ spin?”

“These things really are fun, aren’t they,” Tish asked, giving Rich’s short rod a tug.  She pumped Blake’s hips, grinding the brunette’s equally-hard cock into his side as it escaped through the other man’s boxers.  “A little on the simple side, but I get why you guys are playing with them all the time,” she laughed, rolling Blake’s hips a few more times.  She stopped when a bead of liquid began to form and shook the borrowed man’s head.  “Wow...these things really are quick to pop.  Better hold off on that. As much fun as that would be, it might be enough to push me out.”  She took a deep breath and looked Rich up and down, her eyes going distant as she spoke.

“Tish...look, I’m sorry about the pics.  I didn’t know the guys would…”

“Oh, right!  You asked what I meant,” she interrupted.  “Damage control.  From what I saw in your head, and what I’m seeing in Blake’s right now, it’s clear the two of you are never going to change.  Look at yourselves.  You’re almost twenty five and you’re acting the same as when you were nineteen.  It’s only a matter of time before someone else gets hurt the way I did, and I really don’t want to see that happen.  So instead of focusing all that virile energy outward, why don’t the two of you focus it on each other?  I mean, let’s be honest...you’re already halfway there.  I felt how much you liked having Blake on top of you when we were wrestling, and it’s pretty clear how much your bro here is enjoying himself,” she said, once again jamming Blake’s rigid cock into the blonde’s side.  She put a finger to Rich’s soft lips when he started to speak.  “Magic, that’s how.  I’ve learned a lot since you last saw me, but that’s not really what you want to know, is it?  You want to know what this means for the two of you, right?”  She waited for a slight nod before continuing.  “For Blake?  Honestly not much.  Guy already thinks with his dick most of the time.  Only real difference now will be the person who gets it going, and maybe how often. With no one else to focus that energy on you two will keep each other quite busy.”  She smiled again, the expression sending a fresh wave of fear through Rich.  He wished more than ever that he could get up and run, but no matter how much he tried to will himself into motion, his limbs refused to respond.  “You, though?  That’s a bit different, isn’t it?  After what you did, you deserve the special treatment.”

Rich spasmed when a sudden throb pulsed through him.  He arched his back, pumping his cock into Blake’s stolen fist at the ecstatic sensation.  His whole body tingled, and as he gasped for breath he noticed the slight variation in his friend’s grip.  It was subtle, but the cock that poked out of Blake’s fist was both longer and thicker.  “What...what just happened?”

“Five and a half is now six and a half.  We both know how much you hate that Blake’s the bigger one,” Tish said, nodding down to the brunette’s thick seven inches.  “And if you’re going to be keeping each other occupied, you’ll need something more serious to work with.”  Rich’s pecs heaved as Blake inched closer, both from the raging desire coursing through him and the fear gnawing at the back of his brain.  His body still tingled, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something else had happened.  Looking at Blake’s frame next to him on the bed everything seemed just slightly off, but Tish answered the question before he could ask it.  “Of course, the size has to come from somewhere.  It’s not an exact science, but I think it’s a 2:1 ratio.  For every inch you get down there you lose two inches everywhere else.  You were, what, an even six foot?  Same as Blake?  Oh, darn.  Looks like he’s still the bigger one now.  Or at least the taller one.  But then again, once we add another three inches onto this everyone will be the taller one.”

Rich howled as his body lit up once more and this time there was nothing subtle about the changes as when his thrashing subsided.  His once-modest cock had grown to mammoth proportions, now looming so thick that even Blake’s large hand couldn’t close all the way around it.  The length was just as impressive, as were the heavy, heaping balls that churned below, but Rich was more worried about what the size had cost him.  His eyes darted frantically, his stomach dropping at the way Blake suddenly towered over him.  The formerly straining boxer briefs now hung loose off his shrunken legs and even the bed itself seemed to have grown larger.  Other than his inflated package Rich’s body didn’t seem to have shifted in proportion, only in overall size.

“Oh.  My.  God.  You are adorable like this,” Tish laughed.  “Let’s see...you’re somewhere around 5’4” at the moment, so, wow, even my real body is taller than you right now.  Most of the girls you’ve hooked up with probably are at this point.”

“Ti...Tish...come on...you can’t really leave me like this,” Rich panted, his eyes going wide at the altered pitch to his voice.  His shortened vocal chords robbed him of the usual bass, giving the formerly commanding tone a slight squeak.

“You even sound cute,” Tish sighed.  “Blake’s going to love this.  He already does, actually.  I can feel him revving up in here.  And don’t worry.  I’m not going to leave you like this,” she said, emphasizing the last word.

Rich yelped at the easy way Blake’s strong arms flipped him over.  The now-baggy underwear slipped further down his thighs in the process, giving Tish unobstructed access to his muscled rear.  “HOOOOOOOUUUHHHOOOO!”  He bellowed when she latched on, a familiar, horrifying tingle washing over him.  He actually heard his voice get higher as a pressure built at his ass and he felt the muscled mounds swell.  “What did you just doooAAAHHH!”  Rich gave a terrified squeak when he rolled over and saw how much larger everything seemed.  Blake was like a giant next to him, and his queen-sized bed now felt like a California King as he kicked his shortened legs.  The motion sent the now-draping boxer briefs flying, and at the same time caused him to feel the excessive bouncing and shaking at his plumped bottom.

“Easy now,” Tish said, her tone mockingly calm as she stroked Rich’s short blonde hair.  “Trust me.  Once Blake gets to do all the things he’s so desperate to do, you’ll thank me for that fat ass.  By the time he’s done you won’t even mind those missing two feet.  And just look at how big this guy seems now!”

Rich groaned when he looked down at his comparatively freakish endowment.  The colossal package looked impossibly huge on his compacted frame.  Soft, the aching monster would hang halfway to his knees, to say nothing of the oranges that would constantly dangle underneath.  And then there was his ass.  Shifting his weight, the already-ample cheeks felt like they’d inflated to the size of soccer balls.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Tish cooed.  She swallowed the shrunken jock in Blake’s arms and rolled over so that he rested against the brunette’s torso.  Rich shivered at the sensation, hating how much he surprisingly loved being nestled against his giant friend.  “I just wanted to make sure you had something special to offer.  Especially with all the nudes Blake posts of you, we had to make sure you stand out from the crowd.”

“Oh god…” Rich whimpered, suddenly realizing that other people would see him like this.  “What’ll people say when they…”

“What are you worried about?  You’re super cute like this...what’ve you got to hide,” Tish spat, mirroring what Rich had said to her when she’d confronted him.  “You’re a thick-dicked little dream boat.  Blake’s big booty boy toy.  You should be proud.  If you didn’t want that kind of attention you really shouldn’t have done this to yourself in the first place,” she laughed.  “That’s what people will think, by the way.  It won’t matter that it’s impossible; everyone will think you chose this.  Like a questionable haircut.  Some people will think it’s weird and split, but hey, you never know who might surprise you.  I was.”  She gave Rich’s inflated melons a squeeze, clapping them together before sighing and shaking her head.  “Well, this has been fun, but your friend here is really knocking at the door, so I think it’s time for me to split.”

“No!  Tish, please!  Just let meeemmph…” Rich was cut off by another kiss from Blake, only this time there was no pulling away.  As soon as their tongues met his mind was flooded with new impulses and desires, all centered around the towering jock he squirmed against.  Instead of one drunken experiment, it was suddenly as if Blake had replaced every hookup he’d ever had.  He wasn’t attracted to men or women in general anymore, only his friend, and in an instant he knew he’d do whatever the other man wanted as long as it meant he could have access to Blake’s beautiful body.  Despite his dread and humiliation, Rich had never been so turned on in his life.  Just being near his friend was overwhelming in a way he’d never experienced, both emotionally and physically due to the size difference.  It made him ache.  By the time they broke off the kiss he was sitting on Blake’s stomach, straddling the other man with his short, athletic legs while he pumped his oversized cock against his friend’s chest.