He's Got the Touch (vignette) (Patreon)

Craig could feel it happening.  Even after all this time, after so many men, he was still in awe of the forces at work.  A bit terrified, too, though he knew how this would play out.  At least for himself.  The specifics always differed for each of the men, but his role was constant.  He was the bait, his body set the hook, and some cosmic accountant balanced the ledger by reeling them out of their old lives and into a new one.

It used to make Craig feel guilty.  Seeing the stunned, horrified looks on their faces after the fact, knowing he was responsible for the drastic shift in their day-to-day, had been like a punch in the gut at first.  But with time, and plenty of experience, Craig’s perspective shifted.  He wasn’t responsible at all; they were.  He was simply the threshold through which they passed, but no one forced them over to the other side.  Craig would even warn them.  He couldn’t say no if they persisted, which most of them did, but he could tell them it was a bad idea.  He could tell them there was a price, that their lives would never be the same, and while that dissuaded the occasional partner most remained eager to follow through.  Whether they didn’t believe him or didn’t understand what he was saying, they always learned soon enough.

Like Todd.  The strapping brunette had zeroed in on Craig the moment he’d walked into the bar, practically beelining for the smaller man.  He wove his way through the scattered, happy hour crowd with a determined purpose that he didn’t understand but couldn’t ignore.  Craig had felt him approach.  He could feel the eyes on him with the sixth sense that told him he was about to be put to work, and he turned to find himself staring at a set of bulging, granite pecs.  He’d looked up, his eyes traveling along the row of buttons, to see the sharp, handsome features of the man they were attached to, before reversing course to rest on the noticeable bulge in the muscled stranger’s tight chinos.

The confused, babbling small talk had inevitably followed.  Todd was in town on a business trip, and he didn’t ever do this sort of thing but he just had to buy Craig a drink.  The strapping brunette couldn’t take his eyes off the lean blonde, and even when his new friend had asked him if he was sure he really wanted this, and mentioned that there’d be a cost, Todd had only taken it as flirting.  His hand had drifted to Craig’s thigh while they spoke, and the big man seemed surprised to find it traveling up and down, resting closer and closer to the blonde’s own stuffed basket.

Craig drank it all in.  He loved the awkwardness and the embarrassment that came with the normally straight, smug studs like Todd.  He could see the effort it took to try and seem casual even as he knew the bigger man’s mind must have been racing as it tried to process what was happening.  It didn’t hurt that Todd was strikingly handsome.  He couldn’t have been more than twenty six and he had a body that Craig was going to enjoy as thoroughly as he could before it all turned into something else.  That would be fun, too, but it had been a minute since he’d had a wall of muscle like the young jock approach him.

They were in an uber on the way to Todd’s hotel before they’d even finished their drinks.  As soon as they were in the burly Adonis’s room Craig found himself being stripped down and manhandled.  Todd was evidently the forceful type, more interested in taking and conquering his partners than engaging in any sort of real intimacy.  His charm fell away with each article of Craig’s clothing, but the athletic blonde didn’t mind.  He liked to see what the guys’ original techniques were, to experience firsthand the kind of behavior that drew them to him.  It made what came after a little easier.

Unsurprisingly, once Todd had Craig naked he faltered.  Since he’d never actually been with another man the strapping brunette wasn’t entirely certain what to do, which is where Craig stepped in.  He took his time undoing Todd’s shirt, loving the sight and the feeling of the sculpted, rock-hard muscle underneath.  The towering hunk was all pecs and abs, with huge, shredded arms hanging off broad shoulders on either side.  He had the kind of tapering “V” that most men dreamt of, an inverted triangle resting tip-to-tip on top of the one that made up his sturdy lower half.  As Craig pulled his pants down, he exposed Todd’s tight waist and the tented black boxer briefs that stretched to capacity around his muscle-packed thighs and perky globes.  Once on his knees, the lean blonde only had a momentary glimpse of the other man’s thick, seven-inch pole before it was thrust into his mouth whether he’d been ready for it or not.

It had been fun while it lasted, but now everything was changing.  Instead of choking on it, Craig could feel Todd’s cock getting smaller and smaller in his mouth until the once-proud organ had receded to the point where the now-petite balls could join it in the kneeling man’s mouth.  Instead of bobbing his head, Craig felt like he was trying to suck the juice out of an orange slice as he pressed his lips against Todd’s lower abdomen while the surrounding area began to soften and swell.  He couldn’t see them yet, but the formerly solid cheeks sagged against Craig’s hand, going from round, meaty globes to a plump, bouncing apple-bottom.  The soft suppleness spread, and in his peripheral vision the sucking blonde could see Todd’s waist widening, the man’s formerly trip hips expanding outward while his lower abs lost a bit of their definition.  On either side of his face he felt the meathead’s thighs begin to give and yield in a new manner, and when he slid his hands around to grip them instead he found his fingers biting into smooth, squeezable flesh.

It was finally enough to get Todd’s attention.  “Wait...that feels weird...what’re you...you...aaaAAAHHH!”

Craig fell backward at Todd’s sudden stumble, his cock surging at the unobstructed view of the hunk’s new shape.  The top and bottom thirds of his body remained unchanged.  He still had the same rugged face, broad shoulders, perfect pecs and powerful arms, and he still had the same rocky calves and huge, wide feet.  It was only from knee-to-navel that had changed, taking his inverted pyramid of a torso and swapping it out for a curvy hourglass.  Those gravity-defying pecs now sat on a stomach that was still firm with muscle but that pushed outwards in a distinctly feminine manner at his widened hips, which themselves rested on a pair of thick, shapely thighs while sporting his inflated, bouncing rear.  Capping it all off was the vestigial button of a cock and barely present balls, looking like half a pinky poking out from the curvy expanse of flesh that was his new midsection.

“What just happened?!  What did you do?!”  Todd roared, his whole body going crimson as he stared at the muscled, hourglass frame and felt the way his altered body moved.  He tugged frantically on his little member as if he could stretch it back to size with one hand, while the other drifted around to clutch and squeeze at his pillowy rear.  “This can’t be happening!  Where’s my...dick...why’s my ass...so…” he trailed off, eventually forgetting about his diminished equipment when his other hand drifted around to grab the other cheek.  He gasped as he kneaded the trigger-happy mounds, sending little ripples of motion through them as he squirmed and bounced on his toes.  “What is...oh god...what is that feeling…” he whimpered, spreading the cheeks wide.

“Hold on...let me get you ready first,” Craig said, scooting forward on his knees again.  Instead of burying his face between Todd’s thighs again, he spun the big man around, put his hands on top of the ones spreading the cheeks, and began licking the brunette’s hole clean.

“HHHOOUUUHHHH!”  Todd howled, his back arching as he went up on his toes and started spasming in Craig’s grip.  He wanted to let go and start tweaking his pointless little cock, but his hands were pinned in place, leaving him unable to do anything other than watch as the tiny acorn twitched and oozed.  A part of him was horrified by the sight, but a growing part didn’t care about his missing meat as long as Craig didn’t stop what he was doing.  His curvy midsection and fattened rear and softened thighs were all secondary to the lightning bolts of bliss that tore through him with each flick of the blonde’s tongue.  “GGGnnnuuuhh...guh...goddamn...I...I don’t know what’s happening but...but I need you...need you to…”

“I know,” Craig said, finally pulling his face away.  Now that he’d loosened Todd up he climbed to his feet and shoved the other man down onto the bed.  The broad wall of muscle didn’t need any further direction to hoist himself up on all fours, nor did he need any warning when Craig slipped inside.  As soon as the blonde’s thick cock was within a few inches Todd threw himself back and impaled his clapping cheeks on the waiting rod.

His new instincts took over after that.  Without knowing why or how, Todd worked his warped body with surgical precision.  He knew how to wiggle and roll his widened hips just right to hit the sweet spot, and how to fall into rhythm with Craig’s steady thrusting.  His mind reeled and a part of him tried its best to hold onto the knowledge that everything was wrong, but mostly he was just wide-eyed and slack-jawed, dazed with wonder that anything could ever feel this good while burning with regret that it had taken so long to discover.

Craig could see the new connections forming in Todd’s brain as each thrust of his hips sent a latticework of bliss through the whimpering hunk’s nervous system.  An overwhelming revelation that not only had the source of Todd’s pleasure shifted, but also his ability to control it.  Gone were the days of easy, self-contained release, of casually tugging on a fat log until it erupted.  Now, Todd needed someone else.  He needed a man who still possessed a fat log or thick fist to fill his aching need.  For the first time ever, his ecstasy was dependent on someone other than himself.  Not only did that mean he’d be forced to expose his curvy new frame and miniscule endowment; he’d also have to change the way he presented himself.  He’d have to admit to someone else what he wanted, to make that lack of control public, and to leave himself at the mercy of their desire.  Toys were always an option, but they were still an external locus, and already Todd could tell that no amount of silicone or rubber could replace the warm, pulsing reality currently splitting his mind and body open.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” Craig said, his calm tone belying the force with which he rolled his trim hips.  He loved Todd’s guttural, primitive grunts and the way the burly man’s broad body shuddered and spasmed.  There was a special kind of joy that came with being both someone’s last experience in their old life, and first experience in their new one, as well as a sense of responsibility.  Given the milestone nature of his encounters with men like Todd, Craig wanted them to be good.  Just because reality-warping, arcane forces were at work didn’t mean he could slack off on the sex.  If Todd’s curvy new hips, thick thighs and plump apple bottom were going to be on a never ending quest for dick, Craig wanted to make sure that the muscled hulk could at least tell bad from good.  “But don’t worry...these things have a way of working themselves out.  I have it on good authority that you’ll get used to it pretty quick.”

“Buuuhhhh...but what...what’s happening…” Todd groaned, his strong fingers nearly tearing a hole in the mattress as he clutched at the sheets.

Craig shrugged.  “A redistribution of wealth, I think.  You wouldn’t have been into me if you didn’t have some collateral damage in your wake, and this is the universe’s way of evening things back out.  See, I’m...or at least I was...a pretty shitty person.  Never met a girl I didn’t cheat on or use up as fast as I could before moving on to the next one.  It wasn’t just women, either.  People in general only mattered as long as they were useful, if I’m being honest.  And then, after pissing off what has to be a record number of people before hitting thirty, I finally managed to piss off the wrong one.  Spoiler alert: turns out witches are a real thing.  So are curses.  Imagine my surprise when guys like me, by which I mean garbage ones, no offense, are suddenly unable to stop themselves whenever I’m around.  Gay or straight, doesn’t matter.  When the right one sees me it’s like a moth to a flame.  But why am I explaining this to you?  You already know what I’m talking about.  Never thought you’d end up in this position, right?  Literally,I bet,” Craig laughed, giving Todd’s softened rear a swat.  “I did try to warn you.  I wasn’t being coy or playing hard to get when I told you to think twice earlier.  That price I mentioned?  For me, it’s being the one that changes guys like you and gives you these luscious curves.  Or tits.  Or a pussy.  Or maybe the rest of you stays the same but you get thin, dainty arms, or that rugged face of yours becomes pretty and feminine.  Believe me, I’ve seen it all.  But don’t think it’s all fun and games over here.  I don’t have much choice once a guy expresses interest, and this is the only time I can get off, so you’ll have to forgive me if it feels like I’m taking my time.  Doesn’t seem like you mind, though.”  Craig paused and ran his hands up across Todd’s broad upper back before tracing them down along his curvy new waistline.  Depending on what the bigger man wore the changes wouldn’t be glaringly obvious, but Craig had a feeling the brawny man would be flaunting his new shape whether he wanted to or not.  He sighed and continued, having to raise his voice over the increasing volume of Todd’s moaning.  “The price for you, aside from the obvious, is actually pretty similar.  Don’t worry, you won’t cause guys to blossom the way you just did, but they’re going to be all over you like flies on shit.  And not just the garbage ones.  All of them.  Hope you like attention because you’ll be getting plenty of it.  It’ll be overwhelming at first, but trust me, it has its perks.  The key is to quit comparing yourself to the old you.  Those days are gone, bud.  If you keep focusing on what you WOULD have done instead of what you WANT to do, you’ll only be making your life harder.  I speak from experience.”

“Oh...oh fuck…” Todd whimpered, mortified at the thought of finding himself in a similar position with man after man, but desperate for it at the same time.  “But...I mean...what...what do I do?  How do I…?”

“Let nature take its course.  All you have to do is get out of your own way,” Craig grunted, feeling himself nearing the edge.  He pulled back on the pace of his thrusting to prolong the experience for as long as possible.  “Look, I get it.  I really do.  I know I can’t speak from experience on this,” he said, reaching down to tweak Todd’s little nub, “but I have enough second-hand experience to know you’ll be fine.  It’ll be embarrassing at first, there’s no getting around that, especially for a beefy jock like you.  Probably spent a lot of time in locker rooms over the years, right?  Those first few times after this’ll be a challenge, but you just have to lean into it.  Flaunt it.  The guys are going to come running, so don’t try to hide the little guy and these curvy new hips.  Get yourself some tiny shorts and cute panties and let everyone…”

“OOHHHHH!”  Craig was interrupted by Todd’s spasming bellow.  The big man arched his back and shuddered so hard the mattress nearly shook off the frame as his little nub spurted out a few meager drops.  Fortunately for the curvy hulk, the amount of the sparse, sticky spattering didn’t equate to the amount of ecstasy coursing through his overloaded system.  The unbridled display pulled Craig along, and the lean blonde unloaded a comparative deluge into the burly jock’s virgin guts.  It was only the first of many to come, but Craig still felt a thrill at being the first one to plant his seed in the unplowed soil.

A long silence followed as Todd reluctantly fell forward and Craig took a step back, their heaving breaths the only sound.  The bigger man eventually rolled over, his eyes darting back and forth to the athletic blonde’s naked frame and his own widened hips.  He squirmed a few times, feeling the difference in sensation that his inflated, softened rear brought, the way his supple thighs rubbed together, and the conspicuous absence between them.   A part of Craig longed to join him, to nestle against Todd’s burly pecs and bask in the afterglow, but he knew better.  The guys never got violent, he didn’t think they actually could even if they’d wanted to, it just felt a little tone deaf to try and cuddle after warping a man’s body.

“Why...why am I not freaking out right now,” Todd finally asked.  “I should be...right?”

Craig shrugged and picked up his discarded briefs.  “I don’t know all the details.  It’ll come in waves, but from what I’ve seen none of the guys have, breakdowns or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Todd gave a short laugh as he rubbed his face, blinking rapidly when he pulled his hands away.  “My head feels funny.  Is that...normal?  Oh god...does that mean I’m going to…”

“Yeah, it’s normal,” Craig said, stepping forward to run a hand along Todd’s yielding thigh.  “I mean, I don’t know you, so I can’t say if there’s going to be any changes in your personality or behavior.  There might be.  But if you were going to turn into some ditzy valley girl you would’ve by now.”

Todd’s expression was ambiguous as he processed what he’d just heard.  He was partially relieved, partially worried at what new discoveries awaited as soon as Craig walked out of the room.  He knew he should have hated the other man, but as he watched the handsome blonde slip back into his clothes all he could think about was how good it felt to have Craig inside him.  Nothing he’d heard about himself had been a surprise.  Todd was under no illusions about what kind of person he was, and as he held onto that thought he realized it was the buffer that kept him from panic.  There was a voice in his head, his own voice, telling him that he had this coming.  He’d used plenty of people over the years; now it was his turn.  He grabbed Craig’s hand when the other man turned to leave.  “Wait...but what do I tell people?  What will they think when they see me?  They know how I was!  How do I explain...this?”

“However you want.  No one seems to think too hard about it.  You can tell people it’s a choice you made, or that you have some kind of genetic disorder that suddenly messed with your hormones...it’s up to you.  But seriously, no one’s going to focus too much on the details.  Especially guys.  They’ll just be happy with the end result.”  Craig gave Todd’s hand a squeeze when the other man held on, his eyes taking on a deer-in-headlights look at the realization that he was about to be left alone to face his new future.

“Can I...if I have questions, can I call you,” Todd asked.  “Or if I come back through town can we, uh, get together?”  The former stud was confused by the desperate tone in his voice.  Despite the voice in his head a part of him still felt like he should be grabbing Craig by the neck and throwing him out the window, not meekly asking for his number.  He thought about what the blonde said, about possible personality changes, but pushed the idea from his mind.

Craig pulled his hand free and tousled Todd’s hair, sensing the internal struggle.  His suspicions were confirmed when he watched the meathead’s little cock twitch at his condescending tone.  “You’ll do just fine, big guy, but sure,” he said, walking over to the desk and scribbling a number on the hotel notepad.  “Now, remember what I said: flaunt it.  Oh, and you’ll probably need to get some new pants.  I don’t think these’ll fit so great anymore,” Craig said, nodding down at the fitted chinos that would no longer fit around the muscled giant’s hourglass hips.

He left before Todd could respond, leaving the altered jock to his fate.  That fuzzy-headed sensation would pass quickly and he didn’t want to stick around for the inevitable freak out that would follow.  He hadn’t been entirely truthful about the panic being mild and coming in waves, but that wasn’t his problem.  None of it was.  A hammer doesn’t design a house; it’s nothing more than a tool used in the building of one, just like himself.  What happens to the guys after he leaves isn’t his burden to bear.  He hadn’t given Todd his real number and he had no interest in forming a relationship or helping the man adjust.  Craig didn’t want anyone to suffer unduly, but this was supposed to be a penance.  If Todd had someone else in his life that could help him through it, great, but then again, if he did then he probably wouldn’t have been in this situation in the first place.

Craig sighed as he stepped out of the lobby and into the cool night air, pulling out his phone to see exactly where he was.  He’d grown accustomed to finding himself in strange, unanticipated places, though that didn’t make it any less annoying whenever he wound up on the other side of town.  As much fun as he’d just had, all he wanted to do was go home and go to bed.

The sudden tingle that ran up his spine told him he’d have to wait a little longer.  He could feel a set of eyes on him, and even as he turned to look the short, fit ginger was already speaking.

“Uh, hey man.  You look like you could use a ride?”

Instead of slumping his shoulders and groaning in frustration, Craig batted his eyes and smiled.  “I sure could.  But it’ll cost you.”