Letters (vignette) (Patreon)

“A, B, C, D, E, F, G…what, oh what, shall I give to thee?”

Chad’s heart was beating so fast the young man didn’t know how he was still conscious.  After what just happened to his friends he hoped he actually wasn’t, that it was all just a nightmare, but he’d never had such a vivid dream in his life.  If anything, his senses were hyperacute, pushed far beyond their normal levels by the terror welling within his frozen frame.  With his wide eyes he could practically count the individual fibers that comprised the thing’s yellowed parchment flesh, his ears picking up the sound of rustling pages at its slightest movement.  When it sang the horrible rhyme its voice was the amplified scratching of pen on paper, leaking out of the thing’s featureless face.  Though it was roughly humanoid in shape and size and had the requisite number of limbs to pass for a person, the rest of the details were entirely absent.  A constant flow of swirling letters crawled across the antique paper that was its flesh, and while it looked at the four friends and addressed them, there were no eyes or a mouth with which it could use to do so.  Nor were there ears or a nose or hair, or anything that would have made it more comfortingly familiar.

None of them had actually believed that the Alphabet Man was real.  He was just an urban legend they’d read about on the internet like so many others that came before him.  Chad thought the whole endeavor was foolish, that a bunch of guys in their early twenties were too old to be messing around with “magic”, but then the snow came and shut everything down.  With classes canceled, everything closed around town, and no one to hook up with the four of them quickly grew bored, to the point where Ryan’s insistence that they give it a try wore them all down.  The copious day-drinking certainly helped influence their decision, but mostly they were just trying to get the stocky jock to let it go so they could stop hearing about it all the time.

With a case of beer handy, they’d lit a candle for each of them and set about defacing some old textbooks for the necessary components.  They each had to cut out the individual letters needed to spell “Alphabet Man”, and once they had them they would then burn them in order while repeating the name with each one.  Looking around a candle lit room at four fit jocks sitting in either gym shorts or their underwear cutting apart a bunch of books in the middle of the night, Chad couldn’t help but laugh.  The whole thing was so stupid, and he was looking forward to never letting Ryan hear the end of it.  The burly wrestler was always going on about whatever weird thing he’d found on the internet on a given day, and while sometimes it was fun new porn, forcing them all into an arts and crafts night was a bit much for Chad.  Aiden didn’t seem to care, which wasn’t a surprise as the lean brunette was perpetually laidback, and like himself Luke seemed more amused than anything.  The chiseled blonde kept grinning and rubbing his lantern jaw as he watched the group, his powerful arms flexing as he maneuvered the scissors through page after page.

Chad hadn’t been paying full attention while Ryan walked them through the plan, but if it worked, the Alphabet Man was supposed to give them each a gift based on a random letter.  There was also the possibility that he could take something away based on the same, or do both if he was in the mood depending on who you asked.  It all sounded like garbage to Chad, but the athletic, auburn-haired young man had played along for his friend’s sake.  He’d dutifully chanted the name while burning letter after letter as the others did the same, and he had to admit that the effect was impressive.  After so many repetitions the arhythmic chanting from the group became an incoherent jumble, the words having lost all meaning as he said and heard them over and over.  It was so jarring that Chad had to focus to even speak them correctly by the end, feeling slightly dizzy when it was all said and done.

The group sat in silence after the last letter was burned and the last name spoken, grinning awkwardly at each other.  No one knew what to expect if the “ritual” actually had worked as intended, and no one really expected anything, so when the sound of flipping pages began to fill the room the group was tentatively amused.  But when the books that lay scattered around the room threw themselves open of their own accord they jumped to their feet as the pages tore from each one and flew to the center of the room.  The papers contoured around an invisible frame like a papier mache model, taking on the sepia hue of ancient parchment as they settled in the featureless shape of a person.

Their first instinct had been to turn and run, but not only was there nowhere to go, their bodies wouldn’t respond.  While they’d been focused on the forming figure in front of them the familiar living room had vanished around them, leaving them in a dingy, ivory void.  The same letters that began creeping across the thing’s paper skin flowed like veins in the air around them, giving the space to which they’d been transported a rough, cube-like shape.

Whether it was because he’d been the one to initiate the ritual or just bad luck, the thing immediately turned its attention to Ryan.  Chad watched the muscles on the stocky, dark-haired man’s meaty torso flex as his friend fought against the invisible bonds, his olive skin going pale beneath the scruffy stubble on his wide jaw.  Ryan’s prominent pecs heaved when the thing leaned close, and a thin sheen of sweat began to show beneath the wiry hair on his bare upper body, but the straining stud couldn’t even blink.

The thing’s voice was as nightmarish as the rest of him when it sang its awful rhyme for the first time.  “A, B, C, D, E, F, G…what, oh what, shall I give to thee?”  Chad saw Ryan’s eyes go wide, the muscles at the sides of his friend’s face tensing noticeably as the other man tried in vain to speak.  The letters crawling across the creature’s skin and floating around them quickened before a large “D” appeared in the center of where the thing’s face should have been.  “Dicklet.”

Chad wasn’t sure he’d heard the thing correctly, but as soon as the word scratched its way out the changes started.  Ryan’s baggy gym shorts and boxers vanished in an instant, giving the group an unobstructed view of his thick, oversized package.  He was the shortest of the bunch but by far the most hung, with a hefty, eight-inch cock and a pair of heavy, churning balls between his sturdy thighs.  But as quickly as his clothing had vanished, Ryan’s size went with it.  In a matter of seconds the girthy package had dwindled to a short little stub with barely present balls, the former hose now topping out at no more than a pair of inches.  The naked jock’s eyes went wide as he felt the change even though he couldn’t look down at it yet, but the thing wasn’t done with him yet.

The “D” was still on the monster’s face and it cocked its head in the other direction this time before speaking again.  “Diaper.”  As fast as the rest, Chad watched a puffy, padded diaper appear around Ryan’s waist, obscuring his friend’s diminished equipment.  It was joined by a pacifier that rapidly pumped in and out between the panicked man’s puffy lips, but still the thing wasn’t done with him.  “H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P…what, oh what, shall I take from thee?”  The letter remained unmoving on the smooth shell of a face as the creature sang again, its head lolling from side to side before snapping upright as it spoke to Ryan for the final time.  “Determination.”

Chad had no idea what that meant.  He didn’t see any further changes to Ryan’s diaper-clad bulk, but that made him more nervous, not less.  Fortunately for the dark-haired man the thing appeared to be done with him, turning its attention to Luke instead.  Chad watched the scene play out in the same terrible progression.  Luke’s sculpted frame broke out in a mass of striated, bodybuilder bulk, the blonde’s smooth skin showing every inch of hard-earned definition as he fought against the invisible bonds.  His struggles were just as futile as Ryan’s, and just like the other man there was nothing he could do as the creature sang its rhyme about what it would give and the letters swirled once more.

This time a “B” formed on the empty face.  “Belly,” the thing croaked, causing a ripple to run through Luke’s strapping frame.  The growth was instantaneous, the blonde Adonis’s ripped washboard vanishing as his midsection swelled and pushed outward.  The excessive flesh spread in all directions, piling onto the granite pecs and flowing up Luke’s neck to swallow the sharp features of his face, while simultaneously spilling down to encompass his now-pudgy arms and wide, supple thighs.  The expansion caused the blonde’s boxer briefs to explode, letting the group see how much smaller Luke’s average package appeared as it burrowed between the chunky thighs and cresting belly.

Chad couldn’t believe what he was seeing.  The entire time he’d known him, Luke had always been a statuesque hunk without an extra ounce of fat on his muscled frame.  But now the blonde was thick and rotund, looking soft and squishable instead of hard and firm.  His features were still recognizable as his own, but instead of sharp and lean his face had become round and full.  And like Ryan, the thing wasn’t done.

It began another round of its rhyme, this time hissing out the word “bottom.”  Chad watched Luke spasm, his buried cock shooting to attention as an object appeared sticking out from between the jiggling mounds that had swallowed his once-granite globes.  He couldn’t turn his head to get a good look at it, but Chad could hear the dull hum of the vibrator filling the silence and could see Luke’s cock twitching and oozing as the thing began to sing about what it would take.  As with Ryan, Chad didn’t see any external changes when the creature said “brains,” but it wasn’t hard for him to guess what that meant.

And then it was on Aiden.  By this point Chad wished he could close his eyes so he wouldn’t have to watch his friend’s lean, whipcord frame strain like the rest.  It was all the more jarring since the wiry man was rarely ruffled or in a bad mood, but now he struggled like the rest, his deceptively thin, soccer-player build erupting with toned muscle.  It was no more effective than the rest, but Chad wondered if Aiden hadn’t lucked out when an “L” appeared on the thing’s face.  Where Ryan had been the most endowed of the group, the thin brunette was the least, with a short, five-inch cock that had always been a point of insecurity for the otherwise handsome young man.  So when the creature spat “Length” and the group watched Aiden’s boxers vanish while his cock thickened and doubled, it seemed like a stroke of luck.  Instead of being just below average, the toned jock now sported what appeared to be a nearly foot-long hose and a pair of plump, heavy orbs.  Against Aiden’s otherwise lean frame the equipment looked all the more massive, but Chad quickly realized he should have known better than to have assumed a positive outcome when the second round of rhyming began.

“Lust,” the thing said, Aiden’s inflated cock rocketing to life as soon as the word finished clawing its way free.  Chad watched his friend’s toned pecs start to rise and fall more quickly, the pert nipples going hard on either side of the wiry patch of chocolate hair that sat in the middle between them.  A pained look gradually began to overtake the one of shock on Aiden’s boyish features, and as with Luke, but with significantly more volume, Chad watched a steady stream of liquid begin to slowly ooze from the inflated head.

The full power of Aiden’s new equipment was put on display when the creature got to the part about what it would take.  The toned man’s frozen frame spasmed when it uttered “longevity,” his enlarged, untouched cock spraying like a geyser.  It spurted over and over before reluctantly going limp, but after only a few seconds Chad watched as it started to twitch and harden again.

The auburn-haired man didn’t have time to watch for long as the thing finally turned its attention to him.  After what he’d witnessed he knew it was hopeless, but he struggled anyway, his fit frame finding no more success than any of the others.  While his athletic build made him a star when it came to swinging a bat and running the bases, there was nothing it could do to prevent the hideous creature from singing its song, or prevent the “P” from appearing on its void of a face.

Chad was still struggling when he heard the word “pussy.”  Though he couldn’t look down and watch it happen, he felt his shorts and briefs vanish, felt a quick sensation of pressure, and then felt a strange absence at the base of his abdomen.  He finally stopped struggling as the realization set in and he pictured what he must look like, his strapping, smooth body standing naked in front of his friends with his cock missing.  He’d never been overly endowed, sporting a modestly thick six-inches, but now all he had was a tight, warm crevice that began to throb in an unfamiliar fashion as he looked at the others.

The thing had started to sing again, but Chad was too overwhelmed to process any additional shock.  When the thing said “panties” and he felt a small garment stretch around his waist, the auburn-haired jock accepted it with dull resignation.  A rush of humiliation still surged through him as he felt a thin string wedge between his perky bubble and he now pictured himself standing in a pair of dainty panties in front of everyone, but it only lasted as long as it took for the thing to finish its final verse.  As soon as it hissed out the word “pride,” the humiliation and anxiety vanished in an instant.  Chad was still shocked and overwhelmed, but he couldn’t muster anything close to the mortified dread he’d just been experiencing.  He wanted to be worried about that fact, but as he tried to will the emotion into being he came up empty.

And then it was over.  The thing stepped back into the center of the space and began melting, the pages falling away from its makeshift body as the sound of shuffling papers grew to a deafening volume.  Chad wanted to scream as the letters hovering around them became larger and larger, their inky color eventually overtaking the dirty white void until everything went black.

**********

“Fuck!”  Chad shot up in bed, his heart racing as he threw himself to his feet, his eyes frantically darting around the room.  Adrenaline was surging through him, his fight-or-flight instincts primed for either option as he struggled to get his bearings.  After a few panicked moments he finally realized he was standing in his bedroom, the early morning sun providing a dim illumination through his curtains.  “What the fuck was that,” he gasped, rubbing the sleep from his face.  “How did I get up here?  The last thing I remember we were…were…oh…oh god…” he stammered, his stomach dropping when he looked down.  Instead of a pair of stuffed briefs, the stunned jock found himself blinking at a pair of flat, pink lace panties.  It was even more shocking when he looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror on the back of his door, both because the sight of his missing equipment was still jarring, and because of the reaction it provoked.  Chad was surprised, but instead of being horrified or blind with panic all he could think about was how good the feminine underwear looked.  The pink lace rode low, showing off his ripped obliques and the way his waist tapered, while also highlighting the firm mounds of his bubble as the back slipped between them and crested along their tops.

“This is wuuhh…wild…” he grunted, his fingers slipping beneath the underwear and into his new opening when he reached down.  He felt that same absence as he watched his reflection fingering itself in the mirror, feeling like he should be embarrassed or worried over the loss and his altered appearance.  But all he felt was fantastic.  He’d had plenty of experience with such orifices over the years, and while he’d never imagined putting that knowledge to use on himself, Chad knew his way around the familiar territory.  “Oh fuck…fuuuuuck…this pussy feels so…mmmnnnhhhhhmm….” His eyes glued to his squirming reflection, Chad pushed himself over the edge, his knees going weak from the intensity of the sensation.  He heard himself sputtering and watched his exaggerated expression while he was buried knuckles deep inside his new hole, but he didn’t mind.

Even when he was finished and had peeled out of his now-sopping panties, the discovery of his altered wardrobe did nothing to stir a sense of embarrassment or anxiety.  All of his underwear had gone from briefs and boxers to an array of bright, skimpy panties, while the rest of his pants and shorts had shrunk to match.  Everything was either small, tight or sheer, seemingly curated to show off exactly what Chad now sported between his strong legs.

He started to reach for a pair but was distracted by a frantic cry from across the hall.  “WHAT THE FUCK?!  FUCK!  WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK?!”  Without the slightest hesitation, Chad darted naked out of his room and threw open Aiden’s door to find his friend sitting upright in bed with his rigid tentpole in hand.  When he looked up at Chad, his expression flowed from shock, to embarrassment, to hunger as he took in the full extent of his friend’s new look.  “Chad?  Holy shit, dude…you…you really have a pu…puuuUUNNNHHH!”  Aiden’s wiry frame spasmed, both hands wrapping around his lengthy cock as he erupted.  As in the strange vision, the inflated organ pumped out load after load, coating the brunette’s face and eventually hair and shoulders when it splattered back down like rain.  “Oh god…it was…all real…” Aiden panted, falling back onto the bed and squirming as he ran his hands over the sticky coating.  He wasn’t trying to wipe it off as much as he was smearing it while groping at himself, a dazed look on his face.  “Fuck…I’m so horny, dude.  Like, I’ve never felt even close to this before,” he groaned, tweaking his nipples as his cock started to harden once more.  “I mean, I just took a fuckin’ shower and it already feels like I haven’t cum in weeks.”  He paused when the words registered, a crimson hue creeping up his face.  “Oh god…look at what I’m…why am I doing this in front of…”

Chad was moving before he even realized it.  He’d barely had the thought that he wanted to feel Aiden’s inflated cock inside him, and next thing he knew he was climbing up onto the bed, straddling his friend, and lowering himself on the slick pole.  “MMMmmmm…that’s…fuck that’s good…” he moaned.

“Dude!  What’re you doooooOOOOOHHH!”  Aiden arched his back, his hands shooting to Chad’s thighs as he came again.  “Fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…” he whined as the other man started writhing, his hunger barely abated.  He knew the sight of his enlarged cock buried in his friend’s newly acquired pussy should have been jarring, but like Chad all he felt was turned on.  “Chad…bro…what’re we doing…you’ve got a pussy, man!”

“Great…isn’t it…?”  Chad grunted and rolled his hips, grinning as another spasm shot through Aiden and a fresh surge of warm liquid hit his insides.  It was already waterfalling down over the other man’s tensed abs with no sign of stopping.  “Fuuuuuck yeah,” he moaned, running his hands through his hair before leaving his arms flexed behind his head.  “Keep givin’ me that juice, bud,” he purred, feeling only faintly like he should be embarrassed at the way he spoke and rolled his hips.

“Uh…guys?  What…what happened?  Why am I so…thick?”

“Luke!  Oh man, I was so worked up I forgoooOOHHHH…!”  Aiden was cut off by another eruption, his wide eyes fixed on the lumbering, husky blonde in the doorway.  He was caught off guard by his formerly sculpted friend’s round, softened frame, but that sensation only lasted a moment before he started to think about how good it would feel to grab onto or have pressing down on top of him.

“Are you guys…fucking?”

“Sure are,” Chad grinned, cocking his head as he looked at Luke’s dazed expression.  “You okay big guy?”

The blonde’s new double chin was emphasized when he slowly nodded.  “This feels really weird,” he said, reaching up to squeeze what used to be a granite pec.  “But…good?  I know this does,” he laughed, turning in a slow circle and spreading his pillowy new rear to show the protruding vibrator.  “I’ve got a bunch of ‘em now!  I don’t think I had ‘em before, though.  I can’t really…I keep getting confused…do I…do I look weird?”

Aiden exchanged a quick glance with Chad before smiling and shaking his head.  “You look great, stud.  You wanna get iiiiIIIINNNNNUUUHNNN….in on this?”

Chad reached out when Luke lumbered over and began to tug on the other man’s buried cock before Aiden sat up and stopped squirming.  He leaned in for a kiss, managing a quick one before his friend pulled away.  “What’s wrong?”

“Ryan!  We forgot about Ryan!,” the brunette cried.

“Shit!  You’re right,” Chad gasped, getting a faceful of cum when the sensation of him slipping free caused Aiden to blast again.  He hadn’t crossed the edge himself yet, but he was content to wait until after they’d checked on their friend.  As was becoming his normal state, the naked jock felt zero reluctance or embarrassment to be trotting down the hall with Aiden’s cum pouring out of his new opening while the others trailed behind.  He was worried about Luke and the extent of the blonde’s loss, but that became secondary when he opened Ryan’s door and saw the changes to his friend’s room.  The stocky jock’s bed had been pushed up against the wall, with a trio of large gates blocking the foot, head and open side.  He could see his diaper-clad friend squirming on the bed through the bars, a desperate look on his face as he furiously sucked at the pacifier.

“Ryan!  Sorry bro, we got, uh, distracted,” Chad said as he darted over.

“Mmmm!  Hmmmmmnnhhhh!  MMNNMMnnn,” Ryan moaned around the pacifier as he struggled to sit up.  His whole body went red as he looked up at his friends, his eyes wide as he struggled with the pacifier.

“What?  I can’t understand, dude.  Spit it out,” Aiden said, his inflated cock sticking through the bars as he stepped up next to the bed.

“MMM!  MMM…mmmnnnntt!”  Ryan’s expression grew flustered as he pawed at the plastic object in his mouth.

“Wait…I don’t think he can…” Luke said, seeming to surprise himself by the statement.  He reached down and pulled it free, a dull grin on his face.  “There you go.”

Ryan took a deep breath, his relief obvious.  “I…I couldn’t take it out.  I kept trying to spit it out or pull it free but it’s like my body wouldn’t cooperate,” he stammered, still trying to sit up.  “This all feels so weird…”

“Can you get up?  Are you okay,” Chad asked, motioning for the other two to step back as he undid the side.

“No!  Everything feels like it’s disconnected or something.  I don’t know what’s…whoa…” the prone hunk gasped when Chad reached down to help him upright.  As soon as his friend made contact, coordination returned to his limbs, letting him sit up as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“You good now?”  Chad pulled his hand away and watched as Ryan immediately looked unsteady.

“Don’t let go!”  The stocky jock flailed for Chad’s arm, his equilibrium returning once more on contact.  “What the fuck happened…” he muttered, blushing at the feeling of his bulky diaper between his meaty, hairy thighs.  The sensation brought back another memory, and Ryan frantically began clutching at the puffy underwear with his free hand.  “Shit!  Shit!  Get…get this thing off…I can’t…it’s like the pacifier…”

“What?  Are you okay?  Why are you…” Chad trailed off when he thought back to the original change that started it all.  “Oh, right.  Uh…do you want to stand or lay back down?”

“St…stand…” Ryan sputtered, squeezing Chad’s forearm as he hopped to his feet.  It felt entirely normal, but he knew as soon as he broke contact it would all change.  He braced himself for the worse when Aiden began unfastening the diaper, but nothing could have prepared him for the tiny nub that waited underneath.  He grabbed for it with his free hand, his red face going pale when he easily swallowed the entirety of the shrunken package in one rough palm.  “FUCK!  I’VE GOT A FUCKIN’ MICRODICK!  WHERE THE FUCK DID MY SHIT GO?!  HE CAN’T JUST TAKE IT FROMmmmphhh…!”  Ryan’s bellowing was cut off when Luke reached over and stuck the pacifier back in his mouth.  The stocky jock looked surprised, then flustered, his face going red again as the pace of his sucking quickened.

“What?  He was freaking out,” Luke shrugged.

Silence followed as the group stared at each other, slowly processing the changes they’d all undergone.  They were dramatic and jarring in their own way, leaving all four of them changed on a fundamental level.  Luke was a chunky, distracted power bottom, Aiden was a hung, horny geyser, Ryan was a microdicked hunk who needed someone at all times to function, and Chad now flaunted a shameless, eager pussy.

“This is all your fault,” Aiden spat, finally breaking the silence as he glared at Ryan.  He pointed to his cum-mussed hair and leaking cock, resisting the urge to grab the throbbing organ lest he spray all over.  “You’re the one who wanted to do this!”

“MMM-mmmmhh,” Ryan grunted, shaking his head.  “Mmmm mmnttmmnn…mmm!”  He narrowed his eyes, frowning as he tried in vain to spit out the pacifier until Chad reached over and pulled it free.  “Not cool,” Ryan said, pouting over at Luke.  “And it’s not my fault!  I didn’t think it was real!  Or that it would do this!  How could I?!  Look at me!  It’s not like I didn’t get fucked over either!”  He pulled away from Chad, immediately wobbling on his feet.  He managed to stay upright, but he looked entirely unsteady until he reached over and grabbed his friend’s hand again.  “Maybe we can…I don’t know…summon it again and get it to undo this?  Now that we know it’s real maybe we can…” Ryan trailed off, suddenly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Chad squeezed his hand.  “You good?”

The shorter man’s face went beet red as he shook his head.  “No, I’ve gotta piss all of a sudden!  Real bad!  I just…I don’t know how this is going to work.”

“Want the diaper back,” Luke asked, as if it was a normal question.

“What?!  No!  I just think someone has to help me get to…”

“It’s fine, dude.  Come on,” Chad interrupted, leading Ryan by the hand down the hall to the bathroom.  At one point the thought of holding his friend’s hand while he took a piss would have been awkward to say the least, but now Chad was just helping his friend out.

Ryan wasn’t having such an easy time.  Between the way he had to angle his shrunken equipment and the constant presence of the other man next to him, he was having difficulty as he stood in front of the toilet.  “Fuck…this is too weird, man,” he groaned, a pained note creeping into his voice.

“Then just do it this way,” Chad said, spinning Ryan around and pushing him into a seated position.  He let go before the other man could struggle, leaving his friend stuck where he sat.  “Dude, you don’t have to be embarrassed.  It’s cool.”

“Easy for you to say,” Ryan sighed, his body going crimson even as relief washed over him when he finally managed to complete the task at hand.  “This is going to get reeeeeeaaaaaaal weird in a little bit,” he laughed.

“Whatever,” Chad shrugged.  “I got you covered.”

Ryan just blinked up at his friend, feeling a mix of gratitude, embarrassment, and a confusing punch of lust as he looked at Chad’s sticky thighs.  He felt his shrunken cock go hard, adding less than an inch of length in the process.  “Uh…how’re YOU doing, man?  My shit got small but yours, uh…that’s a lot.,” he said, nodding at his friend’s exposed opening.

“I know, right?  I know I should be freaking out, but it’s just, like, whatever,” he shrugged before taking Ryan by the hand again.  He pulled the other man to his feet and reached down to palm the rigid little poker, more focused on how cute the hairy beefcake looked than anything else.  “If you want help with this, too, just let me know,” he winked.

Ryan instinctively ground against Chad’s palm before the other man pulled his hand away.  He clung to his friend’s hand as they walked back to his room, uncertain whether he’d be able to take more than a few steps on his own.  When they made it back he found Luke and Aiden going through his things, his stomach dropping all over again at what they’d found.  Like Chad, his underwear had all been swapped for diapers, and the rest of his wardrobe now consisted of onesies, overly-small shirts, and no more than a few pairs of shorts that would do nothing to obscure the bulky diaper underneath.  “Ohhhhhh no…it just occurred to me that other people are going to see us like this,” he groaned.  He let go of Chad’s hand and dropped down to the bed, desperately trying to think of a way out.

“Want the diaper back now?  What about this,” Luke asked, holding up a tiny blue t-shirt with a smiley face on it.  “It’s okay!  All my stuff’s different too.  Lots’a jockstraps and shorts with no backs to ‘em,” he smiled encouragingly at Ryan’s stricken expression.

“Oh god…I didn’t even get a chance to look at mine yet.  I don’t even want to know,” Aiden sighed.

“You’re gonna need a diaper too,” Ryan laughed.

Aiden threw one of the puffy garments at his friend, feeling a stab of guilt at the way he fumbled and failed to catch it.  “Keep it up and you’re getting the pacifier again,” he said.  “Do you want some help putting that on or keep it bare for now?”

“I…I think…I…” Ryan stammered a few times before stopping.  “I think one of you has to decide,” he finally said, sounding defeated.  He didn’t relish the idea of walking around with his tiny equipment on display, but the idea of waddling around in a diaper and a kid’s t-shirt wasn’t any better.

The other three exchanged shrugs.  “Let it all hang for now,” Chad said, tousling Ryan’s hair.  “As long as you tell us if you need to go to the bathroom.  Aiden’s already going to be ruining enough furniture.”

“Hey!  Fuck you,” the hung man barked.  “I can’t help it.”

Chad just grinned, a hand slowly drifting down his stomach.  “We never did get to finish earlier,” he purred.

“Seriously?  Right now?  Dude, I’M super horny and even I know we have other shit to worry about,” Aiden said, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Luke grunted.

Ryan nodded, then looked defeated again.  “Fuck…someone’s going to have to help me with that too, aren’t they?  This sucks!  You guys at least got…”  He was cut off when Chad gave him a gentle shove that sent him sprawling onto his back.  Before he could even try to sit up his friend had bent down and swallowed the entirety of his diminished equipment.  Ryan groaned, feeling at least a slight bit of relief at the return of his normal coordination while his friend worked him over.  The experience of having every inch of his sensitive little equipment worked at once was so intense that the burly hunk could almost begin to feel glad about the change.  His tiny load was slightly embarrassing, but Chad sucked down every drop.

“Better,” the taller man asked as he sat up and rubbed Ryan’s hairy abs.

“Ge…getting there…” Ryan panted, this time feeling a slight thrill at the way he could only squirm naked in front of the others.

“Luke…why don’t you take Ryan downstairs and start making breakfast,” he said, motioning for the door.  “Me and Aiden’ll be down in a minute.”