Short Pump (Patreon)

*** This was posted as a vignette over the summer, but I haven't had a chance to share it with everyone yet.  I'm still bouncing back from my procedure last week, so this seemed like a good time.  Should be back up to speed soon! ***

Brendan trembled, his heart racing as he waited for confirmation.  Ordinarily he’d be humiliated at standing so exposed in his current state, but after the pair of nightmarish weeks he’d gone well past the point of embarrassment and deep into desperate territory.  He just wanted his dick back.  He missed going to the gym, his nightly hookups, and the ability to lounge around his shared house in his underwear without feeling self-conscious.  He still could have gone to the gym and lounged around in his bright little briefs, but Brendan couldn’t stomach the sight of the empty baskets.  He’d tailored his wardrobe specifically to show off his impressive endowment, and he’d been mortified to discover that it was equally able to accentuate everything he lacked.

But more than the appearance, he missed the dangling weight of his heavy balls and thick banana.  He missed being hard.  He missed the swell of pride whenever he looked down over his prominent pecs and saw the stuffed bulge lumping out between his muscled thighs.  Coupled with the arms and abs he worked so hard to maintain, the athletic brunette had plenty of reasons to feel proud once his clothes came off.  With his wavy chocolate hair and sharp, symmetrical features he’d happily been the object of countless desires, always picked first out of a crowd, which only made his current situation all the more grating.  Having his fat seven inches reduced to a numb, barely visible nub was bad enough, but having to turn to his friends for help, guys he normally lorded his superior genetics over, was salt in the wound.

But he didn’t have a choice.  He and his friends were only a couple years out of college and none of them individually had the twelve grand the ransomware gang demanded, though if they pooled their money they could scrape together just enough.  It would make for a few tight months for all of them, and Brendan cursed himself for ever having been stupid enough to let his friends talk him into buying the bootleg penis pump in the first place.

Although it wasn’t just a pump.  The device not only promised an increase in size, it also had settings to be used like a fleshlight, stating that “cutting edge nanotech” was involved to provide pleasure like the user had never felt before.  It was a bold claim, and one that Brendan was eager to test.  Considering that all he needed to do in order to get laid was step outside the house, the brown-haired, brown-eyed pretty boy had plenty of pleasurable experiences to compare it to.  The problem was that he was always looking for more.

He’d grown bored with the plethora of men throwing themselves at him.  Brendan had gone to the clubs and the sex parties and the beaches, but it was always the same.  People would see his handsome face and ample muscles, and before he knew it he’d have a line of people wanting to go for a ride on his fat log.  There were just as many wanting a crack at his firm bubble, but Brendan’s pride never let him cross that line.  He’d grown up a closeted jock, which, much to his housemates’ constant annoyance, left him hyper-focused on his masculine presentation.  He’d wear skimpy briefs and tiny shorts to the gym or out for a run, but that was as close to the line as he got.  On all the apps he was a “hung masc top”, and while he didn’t begrudge his friends their feminine behaviors or interests in bottoming, he’d still always felt a bit superior.

Or at least he used to.  Even before his cock was hijacked by cybercriminals cracks had been forming in his macho wall.  Brendan was slowly beginning to piece together the links between his boredom and his rigid outlook, and the purchase of the pump was his first attempt at trying something new.  He’d never had a need for sex toys before but after much convincing from Kyle and Matt he’d given in, though none of them could have foreseen the current situation.

As soon as Brendan had lubed up and slipped inside it was already too late.  The “lube” was actually a nanite-infused gel which activated upon entry, leaving him unable to do anything other than gawk in stunned horror as his cock dwindled before his eyes, taking his churning balls with it.  Fortunately there was no pain, only a light tingle that quickly turned into the perpetual numbness he’d been dealing with for the past two weeks, though the feeling of arousal remained.  The text he’d received shortly after explained it all.  The pump really did use cutting edge tech, but not at all in the way it promised.  A ransomware gang now had control of his cock, and if he wanted it back he had to pay.  Otherwise he’d spend the rest of his life impotently aroused with a numb nub that made a micro-penis seem large.  He couldn’t even go to the police.  They said they were tracking the nanites, that they’d know if he did, and that they’d fry them as a result, leaving him equally stuck in his current state.  Brendan didn’t know if that was just a bluff or not, and he wasn’t willing to risk it.

“Why hasn’t it come through yet?  This is killing me!”  Brendan balled his fists and shifted his weight from foot-to-foot, his anxiety turning into anger.  “Do you think they fucked us?  They probably took the money and fucked us,” he hissed.

Kyle reached over and gave one of Brendan’s meaty cheeks a squeeze.  His friend was clad only in a tight tank-top, naked from the waist down so they could readily see if there were any changes.  “I know it’s hard, but just take a deep breath,” the wiry ginger said.  Though he and Brendan stood the same six-foot height, his thin, lean frame was nowhere near as built, making him look small next to the sculpted stud as he stood in his tight t-shirt and fitted shorts.

“They’ll keep up their end,” Matt nodded.  The stocky, balding bear was the shortest of the bunch at a meager 5’7”, a beefy, hairy ball of olive-hued muscle whose masculine exterior stood in sharp contrast to his hot-pink muscle shirt and neon yellow short-shorts.  Like Brendan he was a former jock, having wrestled all through college, but unlike the taller pretty-boy he loved getting pounded and had no desire to pretend to “be” anything.  “Think about it.  This shit only works if they follow through.  Word gets out that people are still stuck even after they pay and people are just going to stop paying.  It’s bad for business if they don’t follow through.”  He leaned down, his full, stubble-covered face inches from Brendan’s little nub.  “You hear that?  You got your money, so hurry up and give Ms. Size Queen her dick back,” he shouted.

Brendan couldn’t help but laugh.  “I don’t think it works like that,” he said, grateful for the other two despite his wounded pride.  The three of them regularly fooled around and were already intimately familiar with each other, which at least made things a little easier.  “But seriously guys...I can’t thank you enough for helping with this.”

“Don’t thank us yet,” Kyle grinned, giving Brendan’s ass a slap.  “You know the deal.  If this works the way they said it will, we get to play.”

“Why do I get the feeling I’m going from bad to worse here,” Brendan sighed.  The potential upside to everything was that his malleable new nature was supposedly permanent.  The nanite technology actually was cutting edge, and though it may have cost him significantly more than he’d initially bargained for, Brendan would soon have a cock that could be any size he wanted.

Or any size that anyone else wanted, as long as they had him in their app.  “Because you know us well,” Matt purred, a mischievous grin on his face as he reached down to knead Brendan’s nub.  “But at least we have your best interest at…”

“OOHHHHH!”  Brendan howled and spasmed, his eyes going wide as an unexpected jolt shot through him.  “I...I felt that.  I felt that!  Oh thank fucking god,” he cried, his sculpted pecs heaving as he let out a long, relieved breath.  He had a dazed smile on his face as he reflexively pumped his hips against the shorter man’s meaty paw, his unquenched arousal throbbing to the surface.  “Why...why is it still so small…”

Matt stood there and let Brendan grind into his hand while Kyle pulled out his phone.  “Looks like everything’s here,” the thinner man said, tapping at his screen.  “Oh...oh wow.  We can do all kinds of stuff with this!  Size, sensitivity, stamina….we can even link arousal response with specific parts of the body.  Check this out…”

Brendan gasped, a confused look on his face as he slowed his thrusting hips.  “What did you just do?  It still feels...I mean, this still feels good, but not like it...should?  Can you guys at least put me back to the right size before you starrrmmphh…!”  Brendan spasmed again, this time from the pair of fingers that Kyle pressed against his soft, plump lips.  He swallowed them on instinct, a wave of bliss rocketing down his spine as he fondled the invading digits with this tongue.

The lean redhead laughed and nodded at Brendan’s chest.  “We can also do here,” he said, pausing to let Matt slip a hand up under the tank to tweak their friend’s nipple.  Brendan howled around Kyle’s fingers, writhing like he’d stepped on a live wire.  The intensity of that squirming increased when the grinning ginger slid around behind and pressed the front of his shorts against Brendan’s muscled cheeks.  Kyle was nearly knocked off his feet from the force of the brunette’s sudden bucking when his oversexed friend threw his ass back in a desperate quest to be filled.  “Guess we can consider that training wheels.”

“Vermmphh...funnhhhnn…”  Brendan sputtered, regaining a shred of composure when Kyle stepped back.  He had a pained look on his face when the slender fingers were pulled from his mouth and Matt stopped toying with his chest.  “Very...funny…” he panted.  He gave a sharp gasp and shivered at the slight movement before tearing out the tanktop, as even the sensation of the fabric against his lightning rod nipples was too much.  As much as he desperately wanted them to continue, he wanted to feel it all with something more than an oozing stump.  “Guys...please…”

“He’s got a point,” Matt nodded.  “We’ve seen how small it can get.  How big does this baby go?”

“FFFFNNNHHHGGUUUuuuhhh...!”  Brendan let out a deep, gutural grunt as his cock not only reappeared, but ballooned.  In the blink of an eye the swelling beast shot past his former girth, inflating until a massive, rigid wine bottle stood out from his lower abdomen.  Below the sixteen-inch beast a pair of dangling, churning orbs hung halfway down his thighs, looking like fat, hairy oranges.  “Oh...oh my god…” he sputtered, his large hands failing to close around the pulsing monster.

Matt licked his lips as he reached out and ran a finger around the bulbous head.  “Well I do love a challenge,” he whistled.

“That might be too much even for your fat ass,” Kyle laughed.  “Well?  Is that big enough for you?”

“This...this might be overkill,” Brendan gasped, one of the oversized balls spilling out of his palm as he hefted it.  His other hand had drifted north to run a finger absently along the rim of his mouth, though he didn’t seem aware that he was doing it.

Kyle cocked his head, a familiar grin spreading across his thin face.  “What if we went the opposite direction?  Width instead of length?”

“What do yoOOUUUUHHH!”  Brendan doubled over with a sharp hiss as the monster cock shot towards his midsection like a battering ram.

“Uh...that’s certainly a look,” Matt laughed.

Brendan’s face went crimson when he righted himself and looked down at the misshapen mound between his thighs.  His cock was impossibly squat, having settled in at over six inches wide, but only three inches long.  His balls had followed suit, now sitting like water balloons beneath the pudgy pile.  “What the fuck is this?!” he shrieked, clutching both sides of the widened monster.

“It’s one of a kind,” Kyle said, reaching down to give the plump organ a tentative squeeze.  “Make’s Matt’s beer can look like a pencil.”

The balding bear reached down and squeezed the tented bulge in his shorts.  “Even I don’t know if I could work with that.”

Brendan gave his friend’s a desperate look even as a thick stream began to ooze from the oversized slit.  “No one can!  What am I supposed to do with this thing?”

Kyle shrugged.  “Who knows?  But that’s the point!  The fun is in finding out.”

“Fun for who?!” Brendan cried.

“You, silly!  You haven’t even tried it yet,” Kyle said, sounding encouraging as he nodded over at Brendan’s bed.  “Give it a go!”

The warped brunette just blinked.  “Give what a go?”

“See how it works!  Give it a grind...pump it into those sheets and see what happens.  Maybe you’ll like it?  Maybe you won’t?  Only one way to find out.”

Brendan felt his whole body flush this time as he processed what his redheaded friend was telling him.  “But...but I don’t…”

Matt stepped over the bed and peeled out of his muscle shirt, exposing his beefy pecs and broad muscle gut before stripping out of his shorts and underwear.  The short, stout five inches that sprung free would have looked plump and wide under normal circumstances, but with Brendan around things were anything but at the moment.  He threw himself down on the bed and patted the spot next to him.  “Think of this as your intervention.  Kyle and I are sick and tired of hearing you whine about how bored you are with your sex life.  Enough’s enough.  This is too good an opportunity to pass up, so you better get used to trying new things ‘cause that’s all you’re going to have for a while, mama.  Now bring that thing over here and get to work.”

Brendan was too stunned to argue.  He stumbled over the bed and dropped down on his stomach, gasping again when his sensitive nipples brushed against the sheets.  After his imposed dry spell he loved the sensation of Matt’s calloused hand stroking between his broad shoulders, but he was mortified at the thought of the other two watching while he humped the bed with his misshapen cock.  “This is so humiliating” he muttered, closing his eyes and trying not to think about what he was doing.

“Want me to join you?”  Matt stopped stroking and rolled over next to him, matching Brendan’s hesitant rhythm.  “See?  Now it’s not weird.”

“Great.  Thanks for your help,” Brendan laughed.  But, despite his overwhelming embarrassment, he couldn’t deny how much the situation turned him on.  He’d literally never done anything like it before.  Despite how they tormented him he actually did trust his friends, and though it took a few awkward moments, he gradually began to relax.  He loved the way Matt looked next to him, his beefy arms flexed as he propped himself up and slowly rolled his wide pole into the bed.  On the other side, Kyle had fished his comparatively average cock free and was pumping it with his free hand while the other took Matt’s spot and stroked along the brunette’s broad upper back.  Where he normally felt smug and in control in sexual situations, Brendan felt vulnerable and exposed.  It was a novel experience for the skilled stud.  He was having to learn to use his body in entirely new ways and was experiencing entirely new sensations.  It was like the first time he jerked off all over again, only this time around he had an audience.  He tried to fall into his normal rhythm, or even one like Matt’s, but the overwhelming sensations wouldn’t let him.  After only a few minutes of awkward jutting against the bed he came, the warped organ erupting so hard that the force of it splashed out in either direction.  “Oh...oh fuck…” Brendan panted, his head spinning from the potent release.

“Wasn’t expecting a splash zone,” Matt laughed.  He stopped his humping and rolled over, wiping the sticky coating of cum from the side of his hairy gut.

“Me neither, but I’m not complaining,” Kyle said as he motioned to the damp spots peppering his shorts and t-shirt.

The dazed brunette stared at his friends, shifting his gaze from Kyle’s appropriately thin cock to Matt’s pudgy log.  “That was...that felt incredible…” he stammered, letting out a surprised yelp when he rolled over and saw the new state of his equipment.  His cock had shrunk down to a below-average, but still normal size, while his hefty balls remained plump and oversized.

Matt reached over and gave one of them a squeeze.  “And we’re just getting started,” he purred.