I Would If I Could, pt. 1 (Patreon)

“Whoa, bro, you need to back the fuck up for a second,” Sam barked, staring down at himself with wide, stunned eyes.  “This was supposed to be a one-and-done…I agreed to a sample, not an all-you-can-eat buffet!  What the fuck!?”

“But…but I didn’t do anything!  Dude, I swear!  I’d never just steal from you like that on purpose,” Wyatt sputtered.  He was still reeling from the fact that, for the first time in their decades of friendship, he was just slightly taller than his brawny friend.

“Then how the fuck are you taller than me right now?  Your ass better have grown and not the other way around.”  Sam grabbed Wyatt by the arm and dragged him out of the room before slamming him against a nearby doorframe.   “Don’t fucking move.  And stand up straight,” he grumbled, lumbering off to grab a pencil and a measuring tape.  He put a hand on Wyatt’s increasingly defined chest when he returned to press his friend flat against the frame as he reached up and laced the pencil through the other man’s short, chocolate hair.  “Now do me,” he ordered, roughly shoving the other man out of the way.  He drew his broad shoulders back and puffed out his prominent pecs to stand as tall as he could while Wyatt rested the pencil on his buzzed scalp, his stomach dropping when he stepped away and saw that his mark indeed sat lower than his friend’s.

“Just hold on…we haven’t measured anything yet,” Wyatt said at Sam’s panicked expression.  He snatched the measuring tape and stretched it out, unable to hold back a slight wince at the numbers.  “Oh…shit,” he mumbled under his breath when he saw the final results.  The lean brunette still stood his customary six feet, but instead of having the two inches on his friend that he should, Sam now came in an inch below.

“Fuck!  You asshole!”  Sam gave Wyatt a shove, his bulldog face going from shocked to furious.  “I knew you looked bigger than you should!”

“Sam, dude, I swear, man!  I didn’t do anything,” the lean brunette insisted.  He motioned down to his tight, defined frame, on display in nothing but a pair of gray boxer-briefs, and flexed a firm arm.  “I thought I looked even more jacked than yesterday, but you walked in on me while I was confirming that.  I’m just as surprised as you are!”

“The hell you are!  You’re not the one who’s shrinking,” Sam roared, spreading his piston arms wide.  Like his friend he was clad only in a pair of black briefs, the broad wall of sculpted muscle that was his body looking as imposing as ever despite the loss of a few inches.

“We’ll figure this out, okay?  But hear what I’m saying, bro.  I swear to god…I didn’t do anything.  I’d never even think of doing something like that to you!  Especially not after what you did for me.”  Wyatt reached out and put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, the round lump of muscle feeling as big as ever.  He felt a slight thrill at the way his own arm looked larger than it should, the various muscle groups standing out more than before, but that was accompanied by a punch of guilt at the thought that it had been unintentionally taken from his friend.  He saw Sam notice at the same time, kicking the thrill back up over the guilt.  “I mean, it was magic, right?  Maybe it’s not an exact science?”

The now-shorter man took a deep breath and shook his head.  “This is what we get for messin’ with that shit.  Fuckin’ just tryin’ to help a bro out…” he sighed.  “I’m sorry, alright?  I know you wouldn’t do this on purpose.  I’m just freakin’ out here.  An inch was one thing.  I didn’t worry about going from 6’3” to 6’2” so you could jumpstart your gains.  But four inches is…another…story…”  Sam trailed off, his brow furrowing.  “Wait…does that mean I also…” he let the sentence hang and bolted for the bathroom, a loud exclamation following a few moments later.  “FUCK!”

Wyatt hurried after, arriving just in time to see a naked Sam step off the scale and back on again.  He knew what his friend was checking, the thought had already occurred to him, but he didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.  “Is it…hey!”  He yelped when his friend spun around and grabbed his boxer-briefs, nearly stumbling when they landed at his ankles as he was shoved towards the scale.  “Okay, okay!  Fuck…just ask, dude,” he grumbled, feeling an odd mix of emotions at the number blinking between his feet.  Before the ritual he’d been a thin 144 pounds, going up to just over 150 after Sam’s gift.  The changes hadn’t been too pronounced, manifesting mostly as an increase in tone and definition on his already athletic, though slender, frame.  But as the following morning had worn on, Wyatt kept thinking that he actually looked bigger, a suspicion that was now borneout by the luminescent 181 glowing up at him.  It explained how he now sported a set of actual pecs, and why his arms and thighs seemed thicker.  Even his already-prominent rear seemed to have packed on some weight, pushing out slightly as it fought against gravity.  “Holy shit…” he gasped, finally forcing his eyes from the number and over to his naked friend.  “So you were…”

“232,” Sam muttered in a low tone.  “About ten pounds per inch, just like that goddamn demon said.”  Before the ritual he’d been a 6’3” mountain of a man, weighing in at just over 275 pounds of chiseled muscle.  People had always joked about how the two best friends were so mismatched physically, and while Sam had done everything he could do to help Wyatt bulk up, his thin friend had never been able to maintain any significant gains.  So while Sam grew into a muscled hulk by their mid-twenties, Wyatt was merely toned.  His body was rock hard, but he was a thin granite countertop compared to the broad boulder that was Sam.

Having more than enough to spare, the bigger man always said he’d share the wealth if he could, and he actually followed through on that when Wyatt turned up the ritual.  There weren’t any demons involved, though they’d had to petition Tulkatha, a long-forgotten deity, to make the exchange happen.  The specifics on the god were hazy, and all that anyone seemed to know for sure was that it represented the “physical” side of things.  Health, virility, weight, energy levels, appearance, arousal; anything that had to do with a person’s material shell was under Tulkatha’s purview.  And once beseeched, all Wyatt needed was a willing donor.

Sam had been surprisingly eager.  He’d said he wouldn’t miss an inch of height and he could always gain back the ten pounds.  If everything went according to plan his proportions wouldn’t change anyway, meaning it would be an even loss spread across the entirety of his frame as opposed to his meaty legs suddenly dwindling while the rest of him stayed untouched.  Since there would essentially be no change to his appearance other than a slight reduction that no one would notice, he was happy to help his friend finally make some lasting progress.

Even the awkwardness of the ritual didn’t dissuade the burly jock.  Being a god of all things physical, Tulkatha demanded that they put their bodies to work before the seed was given.  Wyatt didn’t know what that process looked like in whatever forgotten aeon had birthed the mysterious god, but for he and Sam it manifested in a confusingly fun, naked wrestling session that was then capped off by an even more confusing blow job.

They’d cleared a space in their living room and waited until the evening, just long enough for the moon to creep above the horizon, before lighting the necessary candles and stripping down.  Having been friends, and now roommates, for as long as they had the sight of each other’s naked body was nothing new, but there’d been an unfamiliar tension as Sam eyed Wyatt while the thin brunette had intoned the appropriate chant.

And then the buzz-haired bull was on him.  Normally, Wyatt didn’t stand a chance in these scenarios.  It wasn’t unusual for him and Sam to horse around, and for the muscled meathead to inevitably have the lean man twisted like a pretzel, but that wasn’t the point of the ritual.  The point was the exertion itself, and reveling in the physicality of their naked frames.  Both identifying as predominantly straight, neither of them thought they’d reach the point of “revelry” while writhing against another naked man, but that quickly changed.  What started off as awkward, tentative grappling rapidly devolved into grinning, eager groping.  The embarrassment that came from their rigid cocks batting and grinding together became a kind of uninhibited fun.  There was a lightheartedness to it, an agreed upon freedom that said it was okay for Wyatt’s hands to land on Sam’s thick club, or for the bigger man’s stubby fingers to slip between his friend’s plump little cheeks.  Whenever Wyatt wound up on top, his toned thighs straddling his friend’s muscled midsection, it was fine for his fingers to squeeze and knead Sam’s prominent pecs while their aching cocks wedged between them.  It was only normal that the thin brunette would become aware of how the other man’s prickly, manscaped hair felt against his own naturally smooth frame, and if Sam’s big hands wound up stroking and squeezing his friend’s cock more than the reverse happened, Wyatt wasn’t going to complain.

It all felt fantastic.  That was the point.   They were supposed to give themselves over to the sensation, with Sam focusing on the body he was contributing to while Wyatt appreciated the sacrifice being made on his behalf.  So when, after they were both panting, sweaty and exhausted, he slid down to swallow Sam’s fat, oozing log, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest.  By that point he was so worked up that he didn’t care about the fact that he had another man’s cock in his mouth.  There was such an intimacy between them that Sam didn’t even register as “another man.”  He was just someone Wyatt loved who was literally giving of himself to help out a friend.  It didn’t bother the slurping man when he realized how turned on he was by Sam’s quiet whimpers, or the feeling of his friend’s hands stroking through his hair, or how much he loved the musky smell and salty taste.  It all just made sense.

Wyatt sucked down every last drop when the burly man finally came.  The load was copious and forceful, but his virgin throat vacuumed the warm fluid with preternatural ease, not spilling so much as a drop.  He kept sucking until the bigger man was dry and groaning, a pleasant tingle spreading over him from head to toe as he finally let the spent cock drop from his mouth.  He fell back onto his perky rear, blinking a daze while his friend did the same, though it was immediately apparent based on Sam’s shocked expression that something had changed.  When he looked down, instead of seeing a wiry torso with a hint of definition, Wyatt saw a chiseled roadmap.  He wasn’t huge by any stretch but the process had clearly worked, a fact that was confirmed when he ran into the bathroom and saw the additional ten pounds on the scale that put him over 150.

Sam was just as thrilled by his friend’s elation, only blushing and grinning bashfully when he took his turn and confirmed the ten pounds he’d lost, leaving him at a massive 265 still.  That blushing grew deeper when they took his measurement and he saw for himself that he actually had dropped an inch, topping out at 6’2”, but after a prolonged period of flexing in front of Wyatt and a full-length mirror his confidence that his appearance hadn’t changed in any noticeable way was restored.  They were both more focused on Wyatt’s appearance, anyway.  The increasingly ripped brunette took his turn at blushing when Sam made him flex, still naked and hard, while the bigger man prodded and inspected his newly acquired bulk, going hard again himself in the process.

That eager, lighthearted freedom hadn’t faded in the least since the ritual’s end, and if anything had grown stronger as was evidenced by the way they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.  They hopped in the shower together, playfully pawing at one another while scrubbing each other down and staying naked after toweling off.  They eventually wound up collapsed together on the same end of the couch, both trying their best to resist the confusing desires welling within them.  They deflected by putting on some porn and jerking off together, but in his overwhelmed, excited state Wyatt didn’t realize until after the fact that it was Sam’s fist around his cock when he came and not his own.  They’d passed out together shortly after, both of them so busy trying to pretend like everything was normal the following morning that it had taken them until now to notice Wyatt’s additional growth.

“He’s not really a demon,” the inflated brunette said, running a hand through his hair and watching the way his arm flexed.  “More like a god of vigor?  And he didn’t really ‘say’ anything.  We’re the ones who manifested the specifics of what we wanted.”

“Are you really about to argue with me over this right now?!  He’s the god of stealing my shit is what he is,” Sam spat.

“Dude, I know this is a lot, but seriously, you look the exact same.  It’s a proportional thing, remember?  You still look great,” Wyatt offered, his eyes lingering on his friend’s strapping, shrunken body.

“Yeah, but that just means there’s less of me over…all…oh god…”

“Uh, what the fuck are you doing,” Wyatt laughed awkwardly when Sam reached down and started pumping away on himself.  Despite his shocked state the other man went hard in an instant, his hands fumbling with the tape measure as he pulled it out and held it against the thick organ.

“Fuck!  That’s what I was afraid of!  My dick is smaller, dude!”  Sam’s face went from an embarrassed pink to a stunned pale, his wide jaw hanging open.  “I should be just over seven inches, but now I’m only hitting six-and-three-quarters!  This is bullshit!”

Wyatt couldn’t stop his own cock from twitching to life as he stared at his friend.  Sam kept looking back and forth between him and his now-slightly smaller rod, and the brunette couldn’t help but notice that his friend’s expression, while stunned, didn’t fully match the fear in his voice.  “Okay…okay…just…let’s just be cool about this and see if we can figure it…out…” Wyatt swayed as another wave of tingling washed over him, his stomach dropping when he looked down and saw 191 glowing between his feet.  “Did…did it just happen again?”

“Shit!  What the hell, man?!”  Sam gave a short, shocked laugh when he looked down and saw that his cock now rested between the six-and-a-half and six-and-three-quarters mark on the measuring tape.  He gasped when he looked up, realizing for the first time just how noticeable his reduction was becoming.  Now at 5’10”, he actually had to raise his eyes slightly to meet Wyatt’s gaze, but he was still more focused on the other man’s appearance.  The brunette was officially built.  He wasn’t a jacked meathead, not yet, but his once-wiry frame was now officially covered in ample, sculpted muscle.  “Whoa, bro, you’re…”

“Too big!  This is more than enough!  I never planned on getting to this point,” Wyatt cried.  He flexed in the mirror, unsure whether he should be thrilled or horrified by the way his inflated frame expanded further.  He looked fantastic, like a precision-sculpted jock, but at his current size none of his clothes would fit, and even if he could squeeze his chiseled, broad-shouldered torso into a tiny t-shirt, the granite melons that were hanging off his back wouldn’t come close to fitting any of his pants.  He saw how Sam watched, saw the look of hunger in his friend’s eyes, but it wasn’t until another shudder ran through him that his suspicions were confirmed.  “Oh god,” Wyatt groaned as the number on the scale crept just over 200.  He looked up at the other man when Sam gasped again, letting out his own surprised exhalation at how obviously smaller his friend had become.  5’10 was still average, and while 5’9” wasn’t much different in the grand scheme of things, it was a vast departure from his former 6’3” height.  And the overall reduction was starting to have a cumulative effect.  Sam still looked jacked, but also significantly smaller than he had been even with his same proportions, a fact that was magnified by Wyatt’s growth.  After so many years of being the smaller one, the now-taller brunette felt a confusing stab of satisfaction at the thought that there was now only a ten-pound difference between them, though that satisfaction was quickly followed by dread when it happened again.  “Dude!  Stop!  I’m getting too big,” Wyatt cried.