Becoming Familiar (Patreon)

“Come on, man!  That’s all my stuff!”  Nate stood in the doorway, a stern expression on his chiseled face.  He folded his brawny arms beneath his jutting shelf of a chest, his sturdy, trunk-like legs planted wide.  The pose, one he’d perfected during his days as a bouncer, showed off his broad, round shoulders and wide upper back, looking both intimidating and appealing.  With his buzzed, ochre hair, handsome features, and strapping physique Nate had been the perfect candidate to guard the door at a bustling nightclub.  At just over 6’3” and weighing in at 265lbs, his striking features made him handsome enough to draw in plenty of women, which the clubs were always seeking, while his imposing size made any potential troublemakers think twice.

Or at least it had.  “Duuuuude.  We’ve been over this,” I sighed, dropping the garbage bag.  I understood Nate’s frustration, but after a few weeks of tripping over the clothes enough was enough.

“What if he changes his mind?”

“Then I’ll buy you new stuff,” I said, walking over to stroke Nate’s hair before bending down to give him a kiss on the top of the head.  “But I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“You don’t know that!  He could...”

“I don’t think he would have gone to the trouble of rewriting reality itself if his plan was just to undo it a month later.”  It took all my willpower to keep from smiling.  I knew it would only make the situation worse, but Nate had always been weirdly hot when he was angry, and at his new size he was downright adorable when flustered.  His smooth tenor now had a slight helium squeak to it that became more pronounced the louder he was, and a scowl that had been intimidating at over six feet was now just cute when he stood barely three.

Nate blushed when he heard the squeak creep into his voice, but didn’t back down.  “It’s still my stuff!”

“Okay, fine,” I said, rolling my eyes.  I rummaged through the garbage bag and pulled out a pair of his old boxer-briefs, size XL, and held the grey underwear by both sides to emphasize how big it was.  Though Nate had retained the same well-muscled proportions in his reduction, the formerly straining underwear would have fit him like a pair of pants now, had he been able to put them on in the first place.  “You still want to wear this?”  I watched him shift his weight and squirm in the bright muscle shirt as he stared.  It was part of his old workout gear, and one of many pieces that he was still getting to keep despite his protests that I was throwing “everything” away.  It made him feel better, and I certainly wasn’t about to complain about the shirt’s new fit.  The scooping neck now came to just below his navel in the front and just above his plump little cheeks in the back, while the draping, open sides left every inch of the meaty body underneath on display.  It draped to his ankles, but he might as well have been wearing nothing for as much as it actually concealed.  “Go on...put ‘em on,” I said, reaching down to flick the straps of the muscle shirt over his shoulders and send it to the floor.

Nate’s cock rocketed to attention as the flowing top fell past.  His little poker was spring-loaded, ready to pop off at a moment’s notice, and while to Nate it still looked like his former five-and-a-half-inch rod, to the rest of the world it was a petite little nub just over two inches.  Given his overall mass the comparatively average package had always been a point of insecurity for the muscled hunk, even before his recent reduction, though regardless of its size, the former ladies man used to pride himself on his skills, able to satisfy more women with the compact organ than guys twice as hung.

Nate had always been a creature of sensation.  He wasn’t unintelligent by any means, he simply preferred physical stimulation over the mental variety.  He liked to slam into men on a football field and heft weights and roll around in bed with women.  He liked to flirt and charm.  He craved skin-on-skin contact, release, attention, and the sweaty satisfaction that came from having a spent partner in his massive arms.

None of that had changed.  While the object of his desires was different, his shrunken bulk still buzzed with an abundance of virile energy.  If anything his impulses had only been heightened, as if his smaller body couldn’t contain them all.  Nate had always existed at a simmering level of arousal, but now the miniature meathead was constantly horny, and referring to his tiny cock as “spring-loaded” wasn’t an exaggeration. The slightest sensation had it rock hard, and it didn’t take much more than that to get it spraying like a squirtgun.  Considering how much he used to brag about his ability to fuck for hours on end, Nate was just as embarrassed by his lack of stamina as he was by his new endowment, but I loved both.

His sharp features furrowed as he looked at the offered underwear.   “I...I can’t…” he finally said, his ample muscle flexing as he tried to force himself to take the boxer-briefs from my hand.  Neither of us were surprised by the outcome.  Since, unlike the muscle shirt, the underwear would actually provide coverage, Nate wasn’t allowed to put them on.  It was all part of the wizard’s spell.

I tossed the boxer-briefs onto the bed and motioned to my painfully average build.  At just over six feet I was almost as tall as Nate had been, but my lanky frame was nowhere near as built.  “Which is why we’re finally getting rid of all these old clothes.  I can’t wear ‘em either, so off to the thrift store they go.”  The naked little bruiser stood looking down at his discarded shirt, his cock still rock hard, and I sighed again at his crestfallen expression.  “Look, man...I promise...PROMISE...I’m not trying to be an asshole.  But sooner or later you need to start dealing with the fact that this is probably just how things are going to be from now on.”

“It’s not fair!” he squeaked, his tiny cock wagging when he stomped a foot in frustration.

I shook my head.  “No, it isn’t.  But considering how it could’ve gone I’d still take this as a win.”

“Easy for you to say,” he spat, spreading his beefy arms to give me a full view.  “You’re not the one who looks like a freeaaaa….!”

I cut him off by scooping him up and tossing him lightly onto the bed.  In the immediate aftermath of his shrinking he’d put up a token fuss about being manhandled, but in the weeks that followed I saw how much it turned him on, whether he liked to admit it or not.  Lately he’d been trying to come up with inconspicuous ways to actually get me to pick him up, which I was letting him believe I didn’t notice.

“What did I tell you about that word,” I said, my tone stern as I crawled up and straddled his prone frame.  I bent in for a long kiss before he could respond, gradually working my lips down from his mouth and across his prominent pecs.  I took my time licking across his abs and swallowed the entirety of his reduced package, loving the way he spasmed and clutched at my head.  He came after only a few moments, but I let his softening member linger against my tongue as I sucked out every last drop.  When I finally lifted my head, the sight of the flushed, dazed little jock gawking longingly at me was nearly enough to make me cum on its own.  I held his afterglow gaze and stroked a meaty thigh as I spoke.  “I know your current feelings towards me aren’t something YOU necessarily chose, but as far as I’m concerned you’re still just as hot as you always were,” I said, leaning in for another kiss.  “Fuck, man, it’s not even just as far as I’m concerned.  You’re still objectively sexy.  Look at these tits, dude!”  I squeezed his chiseled pecs before reaching up to give his buzzed scalp a rough rub.  “So none of this ‘freak’ bullshit.  You’re a stud...just a smaller one.  There’s still no one else I’d rather have in my bed.”

Nate blushed, a bashful grin creeping across his face.  “I’m...I’m really glad you were home that night.  Not just because of what could have happened, but…”

“Buuuuuttttttt what,” I continued after he trailed off.  We’d had this conversation plenty of times, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him off the hook.

Nate rolled his eyes.  “Because I wouldn’t trust anyone else to look after me the way you do.  I wouldn’t WANT anyone to.”  He reached over and grabbed my hand, swapping out his bashful expression with the confident mask that had served as my fantasy fuel for years.  “I mean it.  What you said about me not choosing this...don’t feel bad.  All that guy did was give me an option I would’ve gladly taken in the first place had it been there.”

It was my turn to blush.  Did I believe that a hunk who used to fuck a different model every night of the week would have picked an average-bordering-on-dumpy guy like myself if he’d been bi or gay?  Not really, no, but that was my issue, not his.  It was also a moot point.  “See?  Still a stud,” I said, leaning down to let him take the lead on a kiss this time.

He looked over at the garbage bag and shrugged when we were done.  “They’re just clothes, aren’t they?”

“That’s all,” I said, tracing a finger down the center of his chest.  His sigh told me I’d won the argument.

He sat up and scooted back to lean against the headboard, seeming small on the bed.  “It’s just so weird!”  He kicked his shortened legs and laughed as he looked at the ample space on the queen-sized mattress.  “I used to fill this bed up by myself.”

“Yeah, well, next time don’t fuck a jealous wizard’s wife behind his back,” I said, turning away to resume my emptying of the dresser.

“Bro, I didn’t know her husband was a fucking wizard.”  He paused and then laughed to himself, puffing his chest out.  “I was the Fucking Wizard...it’s why she came to me in the first place.  How was I supposed to know all that magic shit was real?”

I stuffed another handful of t-shirts into the bag.  “But you knew she had a husband.”

“Hey, I don’t judge or ask questions,” he said defensively.  “Someone as hot as her wants to fuck around?  It wasn’t me cheating on anyone.”

“And how’d that work out?”  For a second I was afraid I’d gone too far with that last question, but Nate just grinned at me with his arrogant smirk.

“It’s not all bad,” he shrugged, his brawny arms flexing as he folded his hands behind his head.  “Be better if you did this with your shirt off.”

I was still amazed by his ability to go from distraught and frustrated to suave and seductive so quickly.  Fortunately for him he’d always been eager to experiment, and that’s essentially what his life had become as he adjusted to his circumstances.  “Oh, would it?”  I laughed and toyed with the bottom of my shirt before slowly peeling it off.  At first I’d been entirely self-conscious with my barely-defined body next to his sculpted muscle, but the blaze of genuine hunger in his eyes quickly got me over that.  Even now I watched his cock go from soft to rigid in the time it took for my shirt to pass in front of my eyes.  “Better?”

He started to nod but then stopped and raised an eyebrow.  “I know you said this stuff wouldn’t fit you, but did you ever try?”  He looked over at his discarded muscle shirt on the ground and at the underwear on the bed, an expectant look on his face.  “Well?  Let me see.”

I felt my entire body go crimson at the thought, a sight he clearly loved as I watched Nate beam.  I wanted to protest, but instead I reluctantly slipped out of my shorts and briefs, my own rigid six-inches springing free.  I was both eager and embarrassed as I pulled Nate’s former underwear on, thinking back to all the times I’d fantasized about what it would feel like to take them off my friend.  They were as baggy as expected and hung low on my waist, though my aching cock helped keep them in place.  The muscle shirt wasn’t much better as it draped down my shapeless torso, looking far less impressive on my current frame than it did on Nate’s new one.  Still, as embarrassed as I was, I didn’t complain.  I couldn’t keep telling him to relax and not worry if I wasn’t willing to do that myself.

His open ogling helped.  I spread my arms and did a slow turn, his hand creeping down towards his throbbing pole while he watched.  “Maybe, uh, maybe just keep some of that for yourself,” he said, his arrogant smirk making a comeback.  “Flex for me.”

“Dude, come on…” I started, but then trailed off.  My instinct was that he was making fun of me, but the fist slowly pumping away on his pudgy nub told me otherwise.  I did my best attempt at a series of poses while he corrected my form from the bed, at least until he became too distracted by his spurting little geyser to play the role of personal trainer.  “I think my technique needs some work,” I said, watching his plump pecs heave.  “You’ll have to show me next time.”

“Happy to.”  He grinned and motioned for me to come over, but flexing wasn’t on his agenda.  As soon as I was within reach he darted forward and tore the loose briefs down, his hands clamping onto my small bubble as he swallowed nearly all of my oozing cock.  I’d always been dubious in the past, but based on what I’d experienced so far I’d become a believer in Nate’s former boasting.  Even with his reduced size, and even though he’d ostensibly never done it before, he’d taken almost immediately to having a cock in his mouth.  His gag reflex was nonexistent as he bobbed his head and worked a surprisingly nimble tongue, happy to spend as much time as it took with his face buried between my legs.  As with me picking him up and hefting him around, lately Nate had been looking for whatever excuse he could find to get his lips around me, and I’d even woken up a few times to find him already going to town.  Whenever I came he’d suck it down without spilling a drop, and he always seemed a little disappointed that it was over.  This time was no different as his stubble-covered cheeks scraping against the inside of my thighs pushed me well over the edge, but despite the sizable load he gulped it down without isse.

“Ooohhhh man,” I said, gently stroking his head as he nuzzled my softening package.  “You’ll have to teach me THAT technique too.”  I laughed and shook my head when he nodded down at his recently-spent rod.  “AFTER we finish this.  Don’t think you’re going to distract me by being unbelievably sexy.”

“Fiiiiiine.  Back at it, then,” he said, giving my ass a loud slap.  I stepped out of the discarded briefs but he stopped me when I started to take the shirt off.  “Uh-uh.  Leave that on.”  I blushed once again as I stood Porky-Pigging in the flowing top, but in the face of Nate’s unfiltered desire I was happy to go along.  Despite the strength of his feelings this was far from a one-sided partnership, and I was just as infatuated with the little stud as he was with me.

Though as much as I loved his current state, there was still a part of me that wished I could have experienced, or at least seen, Nate at his former size.  The closest I’d come was the night everything happened, when he’d frantically pounded on my door and blurted out an impossible story about an angry wizard trying to turn him into a doll for his wife.  Or at least it would have sounded impossible if I hadn’t already been a few inches taller than him by that point.  He said he’d been on his way home from the gym when the wizard had found him, and in just the time it took for him to escape and reach my house he’d already dropped from 6’3” to 5’7”.  I didn’t know what I could possibly do for him, but he said he’d come to me because he’d hoped my interest in the supernatural and the occult could do something to help.  It turned out to be a good plan, but not in the way he’d intended.

My interests were no different than anyone else who bought crystals and frequented the occasional metaphysical shop.  I wasn’t a scholar or a historian; I read ghost stories and fantasy novels.  I burned incense and meditated, and while I’d cast the occasional circle and dress a candle every now and then, I never thought the kind of magic responsible for reshaping Nate was actually real.  Tarot cards and Florida Water, sure.  Reality bending forces that could take a hulking giant down to the size of a teddy bear?  No way.  As a result, I didn’t know what to do as I watched Nate get smaller.  5’7” quickly became an even five feet, at which point his shorts fell off when he stumbled out of his comically oversized shoes.  The baggy underwear I’d just been wearing held that night until he reached the four-foot mark, giving me the first glimpse in full of the body I’d longed to see through the open sides of his muscle shirt.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by it all, even then.

The wizard showed up around the same time Nate’s underwear hit the floor.  There was a single knock at my door, and then the most beautiful man I’d ever seen was somehow standing in the middle of my living room.  He was radiant, with thick, jet-black hair, glowing blue eyes, pale olive skin, and chiseled features that made Nate’s handsome face look like an ugly mug.  I may give Nate a hard time for sleeping with the wizard’s wife, but if she was even a fraction as gorgeous as her husband, I fully understand.

This is where Nate’s plan unintentionally paid off.  I think the wizard had planned on simply freezing me while he finished what he’d started, but instead he looked around for a few seconds, seeming amused by my smattering of crystals and New Age ephemera.  I knew I’d only have time for a few words, so I tried to make them count.  His appearance, coupled with the fact that he’d knocked and made a grand entrance instead of simply apparating in the room made me think he liked the attention, so I asked him what he really wanted.  Not a panicked “how are you doing this,” or “please spare my friend,” but a direct question about his true desires.

He seemed surprised by my response, and while I wasn’t thrilled to find myself centered in the ice-blue daggers that were his eyes, it was too late to back out.  I stammered as convincing an argument as I could, trying to thread the needle by asking the wizard if he really wanted to see Nate every day, even as a doll, but without making it sound like he should just wink my friend out of existence.  I didn’t think he’d go for that last option.  It was a gamble for sure, but it seemed like too quick an outcome for someone with the wizard’s obvious style.

Whether it was something I’d said or simply the fact that I’d given him a reason to stop and pause for a moment, the wizard’s anger faded, though the amusement that followed was actually more terrifying.  He looked at me, then around the room, and then over at Nate, who by this point had reached his current three-foot size.  “If you’re going to play at being a witch you’ll need a familiar,” was all he said before giving a slight nod and vanishing.

I’m still amazed by all of it, but especially the speed with which something of that magnitude happened.  As soon as the wizard vanished there was a dizzy, rushing sensation, and when I looked around my house seconds later it was full of unfamiliar items.  Unfamiliar to me, that is.  Nate recognized the random pieces of furniture and decorations as his own, just like the clothing we would later discover in my, now “our”, bedroom.  The wizard had superimposed our lives, dropping Nate’s new existence on top of my own and blending them together.  The shrunken hulk was horrified at being stuck in his diminished state, but as the seconds turned into minutes, we both began to process new memories.  We still remembered the world before, but alongside it were images of a life neither of us had actually lived, where Nate was my devoted little lover.

The wizard had referred to him as a “familiar”, and the term wasn’t far off.  Neither of us knew what to make of it, but Nate was especially mortified as he processed it all, and at the realization of the new way he’d be treated.  Not exactly like a pet, but with a similar, constant condescension.  He still had his friends and I had mine, though now they all tangled together in an imperfect jumble.  I suddenly remembered meeting guys he knew from the gym, guys who I’d never actually met before, but who I now recalled hanging out with while they talked down to Nate like they were encouraging a puppy instead of swapping hookup stories.  Where once he was viewed with respect as a peer, or at least as jealous competition, now he was neither.

It was how he got away with his constant exposure.  The new reality hadn’t been created as thoroughly as it could have been since Nate didn’t actually seem to possess any of the new clothes we remembered him wearing, but I got the impression that the wizard wasn’t trying too hard.  Over the following days we’d learned that he could get away with briefs if they were small enough, but even that was pushing it.  For someone who’d always tried to get bigger, Nate was already horrified that he’d gone from wearing an XXL to an XS, and it only made things worse that he had to flaunt his reduced stature instead of hide it.  Where once he’d topped the scales in the two-seventies, now he was less than fifty pounds, forced to parade around in underwear that would’ve been small on a kid, or worse, in something that one of his hookups would have worn.  During an early, frantic process of trial and error we’d discovered that a woman’s thong was actually quite comfortable on him.  Though it pained him to acknowledge the fact, his tiny package fit perfectly inside the front panel, and the thin elastic that made up the rest hardly even registered.  He’d refused at first, but after we’d gone online and ordered him some menswear that would meet his current needs and he saw that there wasn’t much difference, his resistance thawed.

He still didn’t like wearing it when people came over, or on the rare occasion that I could get him to leave the house, and it’s not as if I could blame him.  No matter how impressive his fun-sized physique remained, getting used to walking around with it entirely on display, along with a cock that would sometimes pop off at random, was a major adjustment.  I was impressed he’d come as far as he had in such a short amount of time.  We’d gone for a walk around the block last night, and even I’d been nervous when his cock went rigid and tented out the little thong he wore, but people just looked at him with the polite sympathy they’d express for someone on crutches or with a cast.

The only person he’d actually cum in front of other than me was his friend Dave, but the reaction was equally nonplussed.  The burly man had come over to watch the game with me as opposed to his former wingman, which was odd enough, and when I accidentally pushed Nate over the edge by absently stroking his chest, all Dave did was give a short laugh and say “good job, buddy.”  When people came over Nate usually stayed close to me, but, as with everything else, he was gradually becoming more at ease when one of his former bros would heft him into the air or pull him onto their laps.  I think he was actually starting to like it.  They’d stroke his broad back and short hair like he was a cat, or, like Dave loved to do, flip him onto his back on their lap and rub his firm abs.  They were always amused when the petting pushed him over the edge and would act like they’d just done him a favor, which in a way they had.  It was as close as Nate could get to his former days of random hookups, and he’d actually been worried that I’d get jealous.  But I didn’t mind if he had some fun; it's not like he was going anywhere.

That was where the other part of the “familiar” came in.  Nate was hopelessly enamored with me.  It had taken him by surprise at first, and I’d done my best to respect what boundaries remained, but it wasn’t long before he was throwing himself at me.  He was so pained and desperate that I didn’t know what to do other than go along with it, and over time we’d both grown more comfortable with this aspect of the arrangement.  I’d been self conscious and awkward, and he’d just been trying to get used to the way his new body functioned, but we each helped the other through it.  His shrunken cock wasn’t big enough to do much, but I’d still roll over or throw my legs in the air and let him grind it between my cheeks.  I loved watching him roll his hips like a wave machine, and the sound of his helium whimpers as he slammed away.

Those whimpers really showed when we reversed roles.  I was squarely in the average range when it came to my cock, but, as with his mouth, Nate was thrilled to learn that his meaty, ample rear could handle me with the same ease.  His favorite position was to straddle my lap, which was convenient as that was also my favorite view.  The sight of his sculpted muscle writhing, his face twisted in ecstasy while he squeaked and moaned, was like nothing I’d ever seen before.  His unfettered frenzy made him seem as large as ever, and as he adjusted to his new position in life his former swagger was gradually returning.

Like now, when he sat back and watched while making me prance around in nothing but his old muscle shirt.  I could have said no, but I liked seeing Nate this way.  His natural arrogance had always been a turn on, and it was even hotter coming from the miniature version.  The last thing I wanted to do was squash that.  “I guess we can keep some of this,” I said, setting aside a small pile of the oversized clothes for us to play with later.

“Maybe we can get you to grow into it.”  Nate licked his lips as he looked at me, a hand once again drifting absently across his prominent pecs.

“You don’t get your fill of muscle when Dave and Beckett come over?”  Nate blushed at the question but I watched his cock visibly spasm at the memories.

“That’s...that’s not the same.  They’re not you,” he said, quickly continuing.  “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care what you look like.  I’m just saying...could be fun.”

I toyed with the muscle shirt and grinned at him.  “Tell you what...you agree to come to the gym with me as my trainer and you’ve got yourself a deal.”  I watched his face go a deeper shade of scarlet, his enthusiasm waning significantly.  “Come on, I know you miss it.  You were there every day!  Who cares that you can’t lift as much as you used to?  You can still lift.  Amongst other things,” I said, my voice dropping to a seductive purr.  “Think about it.  All those jacked, beefy dudes towering over you with your head right at the perfect level.  The locker room.  The shoooooowwwwwers,” I sang, raising an eyebrow.

Nate whimpered and came, his untouched cock spraying just from the force of his fantasies.  As much as he was mortified at the thought of being seen in his current state at the place where he used to reign supreme, I knew there was a part of him that loved the idea.  He’d never say it out loud, at least not any time soon, but Nate relished his exposure as much as he dreaded it.  He clung to the feelings of humiliation as a reflex, but they did nothing to diminish the actual pleasure he felt whenever his tiny rod erupted, whether he was in public or not.  The fact that he could now walk around the gym naked, hard and cumming all over the place, and get away with it, was a turn on, no matter how humiliating he tried to tell himself it would be.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  I bent to rummage through the final drawer, wagging my bare cheeks in his direction.  I heard him scamper forward on the bed and stepped just out of reach before his stubby fingers could find their way to my exposed hole.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, kicking his meaty legs as they dangled over the edge of the mattress.

I shoved the last of the clothes into the bag and tossed it aside.  “Just for that we’re ordering you the brightest, loudest little jockstrap we can find,” I said, reaching down to tousle his hair.  “Or maybe you’d like to wear some of your panties when we go?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he glared.

“Wouldn’t I?”  I scooped him up, clutching his plump cheeks while he wrapped his legs around me.  “Never know...you might like it.”

“Only if you order one of those jockstraps for yourself,” he grinned, grinding his cock against my stomach.

I gave one of his cheeks a squeeze, my fingers drifting closer to his eager hole as I carried him out of the room.  “We’ve got plenty of room in the dresser now.  Why don’t we go see what we can find?”