To the Top of the Temple, ch. 5 (Patreon)

Jake gasped at the sensation of Tony’s now-massive hand sliding down his bulky little torso.  He’d never felt anything like it.  As far back as he could confusingly remember, his naturally large frame meant he’d never been the smaller one, and he couldn’t recall a time when he’d ever been so easily manhandled before.  He’d just been worked over by the younger pair, slung around and hefted between them like a ragdoll.  Matt’s athletic arms were suddenly larger than his own beefy pistons, and even Tony’s lean frame seemed huge by comparison.  Jake was still wide and dense, but now those descriptors came with a qualifier, just like everything else about him.  His voice was deep and booming, for his size.  He had a massive package, for his size.  He was a beast of a top, for his size.

It was as strange as it was arousing.  Despite what he saw, and how confusingly natural it all felt, Jake still thought he should be bigger.  He kept thinking he should have a massive, hulking frame, and even if he hadn’t the evidence was all around them.  The huge bed, the piles of discarded clothes that were comically large, the countertops lined with objects that now sat out of reach; they all pointed to the existence of a much larger man.  He could still even remember being bigger; he just wasn’t convinced those memories were real.  The idea that he’d ever towered over anyone felt wrong on such a deep level that it was difficult to conceptualize, let alone register as something he should want.  Despite the disconnect in his memories, he was perfectly content at his current size.

“You okay?”

Jake blinked and nodded, grinning as he looked over at Tony on one side, then at Matt on the other.  Both of their taller frames stretched on well past the point where his stubby legs terminated as he nestled between them, his log of a cock flopped heavily up against his compact muscle gut.  “Just catching my breath.  You two’ll wear an old man out.”

“Lasted longer than Matt,” Tony said, giving one of Jake’s plump pecs a squeeze as he nodded at the slumbering, dark-haired stud.

The older man put his shrunken hand on top of Tony’s, marveling at how small it seemed.  He could still remember what it had felt like to swallow the brunette’s thin fingers in his own calloused mitt, but now the situation was forever reversed.  “Boy goes hard and crashes hard,” he chuckled.  “Must take a lot of energy to swing those big ol’ cakes around the way he does.”

“Speaking of swinging something big,” Tony purred, his eyes dropping to Jake’s thick club.  “You were incredible.”

Jake gave a smug grin, shrugging as best he could between the larger duo.  “I’ve had a lot of practice.  I’m surprised you could take it so easily...a lot of guys can’t handle my...size…” he trailed off, his grin fading.  “Did I...I know this sounds crazy but...was I bigger?”

Tony raised an eyebrow as he reached down to caress the older man’s girthy package.  “Feels about the same to me.”

Jake shook his head.  “No, not like that.  I mean, was I bigger?  Like, actually bigger.  Taller, wider…just look at this place.  Look at those clothes over there.  I keep thinking I should be…”

“You’re exactly as you should be,” Tony interrupted, the gentle tone going firm.  His warm breath carried a lush, floral scent that settled over Jake’s thoughts, burying the memories of his previous size.  They weren’t erased, merely obscured beneath a layer of tropical scented fog.

“I...I guess I am, aren’t I,” Jake shrugged, his contended grin returning.  “Even if I was different before, nothing wrong with…” he trailed off, unaware that the rapidly fading hesitation in his voice would never return.  “Going to have to make some changes around here though.  Clothes that fit, for starters.”

“No need to rush on that,” Tony said, his tone once again soft and sleepy as he leaned over and kissed the top of Jake’s head.  “Seriously, though.  Matt just went through a big change and it worked out for him, right?  Guy’s never been happier.  I’m sure you’ve got something at the shop that’ll show this off,” Tony winked, yawning and tweaking the beefy little hunk’s nipple.  “It’s cool if we crash here?  I’m fading fast, but, look…we’ll figure it all out in the morning, okay?”

Jake nodded as he drifted off just as swiftly, but by the time he woke up he wasn’t sure anything needed figuring.  His dreams were full of bizarre vegetation and a swirling, surreal sky as he scampered through an alien Eden in his squat, stocky body.  In the dream he was perfectly aware that he’d been shrunk, and that his life had been irrevocably altered, but instead of feeling horrified by the knowledge he was elated.  He’d been chosen.  He’d become part of something ancient and massive, not a collective but a family, and a little bit of size was a small price to pay for such a miraculous gift.  As it usually went with dreams, Jake lost the crystal clarity regarding his situation when he awoke swallowed in Matt’s arms, his face buried against the dark-haired hunk’s perfect pecs while his massive, rigid cock wedged pleasantly between them.  There was only a brief moment of disorientation, where he felt like he should be the one cradling someone else’s smaller frame, but it quickly passed when he felt Tony shift against his broad, compact back.

“Mornin’ big guy,” Tony yawned, his hand sliding up and down Jake’s stocky side.

The older man chuckled and squirmed in Matt’s grip so that he was flat on his back, a youthful, groggy face looming close on either side.  “Well fuck.  A guy could get used to waking up like this,” he said, stretching his stubby new legs.

“Tell me about it.”  Matt’s sleepy smile spread at the older man’s gasp when he reached down and started pumping away on Jake’s still-monolithic cock.  Not wanting to be left out, Tony’s hand slipped south to join in, his lips finding their way to the beefy little stud’s chest.

Jake sighed and folded his pint-sized, piston arms behind his head, watching while the younger pair went at his diminutive muscle.  Even he kept catching himself marveling at how large his ten-inch girder and hefty balls suddenly seemed, feeling a sense of whiplash as he thought about how he was simultaneously the smallest yet biggest man in the room.  “You boys are going to spoil me,” he purred, his deep rumble seeming just as out of place as his aching monster.

“We owed you for letting us crash here,” Tony said, pausing the tongue bath he was giving Jake’s nipples.  “Least we could do.”

“I think we can do better,” Matt corrected, shifting over so that Jake was pinned beneath his meaty thighs.  Without another word he popped his hips and impaled his ballooning bottom on the smaller man’s imposing pillar, the rippling mounds nearly obscuring the legs they squished against.  “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeesssssss,” Matt moaned, his jaw going slack as he swiveled and squirmed.

“Godd…goddamn, son,” Jake stammered, his hands seeming small as they clutched the olive-skinned stud’s thighs.  Even with all his brawny muscle, the older man wasn’t sure he could have freed himself from the impaled hunk’s clutches if he’d tried.  Matt’s athletic body loomed over him like a titan, driving home just how compact Jake had actually become.  That sense of potential helplessness, of not being able to power his way out of a situation, was as foreign as it was arousing.  The knowledge that the handsome, bottom-heavy jock had him easily pinned in place while he used Jake’s oversized cock to fuck himself senseless turned the older man on so much that he blasted at the mere thought.  He spasmed between Matt’s vice-like thighs, staring at Tony with a stunned, stupefied expression.

“Alright, your turn!”  Without wasting a moment, Matt shifted off Jake, shoved Tony prone, and then dropped his cum-slick hole onto the lean brunette’s much smaller rod.

Tony matched Jake’s shocked look as he moaned beneath his friend’s bouncing cakes, his wide-eyed expression taking on a slick, warm coating after a few moments.  His own aching organ erupted shortly after, leaving the three of them once again in a spent, sticky pile.

“Guess this big ‘ol bed won’t go to waste after all,” Jake laughed.

“Whenever you need someone to take up space, you just let me know,” Matt winked as he leaned in for a kiss before hopping to his feet.  His inflated rear clapped and swayed with the motion, a sight that greeted Jake at nearly eye level when the short stud followed suit.

“Whoa…that’s…” the older man gasped, gazing around the room from his new 3’10” vantage point.  He’d only seen things from the bed, but now that he was on his feet, having had to hop down from the mattress instead of simply stand up, the full impact of his new perspective was starting to sink in.  It still wasn’t worrisome, just different, with a hint of excitement simmering beneath the surface.

“Everything alright,” Tony asked as he came around from the other side, his hand reaching down to gently stroke through Jake’s short, salt-and-pepper hair.

“They just never get old, do they,” the squat bruiser laughed, changing the subject as he gave Matt’s supple globes a rough swat.  His stomach fluttered as he craned his neck to look up at the taller pair, a sensation that repeated itself while they went through the rest of the morning.  Not being able to reach anything in the shower, or see his bathroom countertops, or access the medicine cabinet, or get into the top drawer of his dresser without standing on his tiptoes; it all thrilled the middle-aged meatball.  Without any step stools or boosters, he had to let his young friends make breakfast as he couldn’t reach any of the plates, cups, pans, or even most of the food in the refrigerator.  And while the other two had slipped back into their underwear, Jake was left in nothing but a draping muscle shirt that hung like a gown since none of his massively oversized clothes fit anymore.  He was nearly as helpless as he’d been when Matt had him pinned between his thighs, the novelty of the sensation making his heaping cock twitch.  Jake was still well aware of how he should look, but instead of growing more concerned as time passed and he realized the full impact of the alterations, all he felt was a growing freedom.  He better understood Matt’s uninhibited joy since a similar emotion coursed its way through his shrunken frame.  Far from being concerned about what people would think when they saw his unique proportions, he relished the idea, not wanting to cower and hide and lament the size he’d lost but flaunt it.  He grinned and kicked the stubby legs dangling from the stool at his kitchen island, already eager to get out of the house.  “Hell of a night,” Jake sighed contentedly, leaning into Matt’s embrace when the fat-bottomed hunk threw an arm around him.

“Walking into Trunks was the best decision I’ve made in a loooong time,” Matt nodded, flashing a bright smile over at Tony.  “Right after hooking up with this stud.”

The lean brunette blushed, feeling a strange mix of guilt and accomplishment as he looked at the altered pair.  “Weirdest goddamn week of my life,” Tony shrugged.  “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Boy, you better not be,” Jake grunted, his heavy pecs bouncing as he hopped down off the stool.  He reached out and gave the thinner man’s bulge a gentle squeeze, his calloused hand lingering.  “Wild how much bigger these are all going to feel from now on.  Not that I’m complaining,” he winked up at Tony.  A pause lingered as no one addressed the matter-of-fact way the older man eagerly talked about his impossibly shrunken body, but Jake kept going.  “Probably should get something to wear besides these nightgowns,” he laughed, tugging on the thin strap of the draping muscle shirt.

“But I like that look,” Matt whined, sticking out his plump lower lip in a mock pout.

Jake stepped away from Tony and gave the bearded jock’s hefty cheeks another tap.  “Just means there’s more of them for you to wear since they don’t do me much good.  Guys went nuts that night you rocked this look at the bar.”

“And now you’re coming for my crown,” Matt tutted, reaching down to tousle Jake’s hair.  “So how do we want to do this?  Do you want me to go with you to the shop while Tony goes and gets some stuff for you to stand on?”

The older man thought about it for a moment, folding his beefy little arms across his muscle gut and raising an eyebrow in the wiry man’s direction.  “Let’s reverse that.  Me and Tony’ll go hit the shop and sort out the clothing situation.  For both of us,” he grinned.  “Someone needs a little flair based on what I’ve seen so far.”

Tony blushed again and shook his head.  “Uh, thanks, but really…I’m good.”

“Ooohhhh, I love this plan,” Matt laughed, grabbing his friend by the shoulders and forcing the flustered man back down the hall to get dressed.

“No, really, guys…I don’t think Trunks is my speed, you know?  I’m not like you two…” Tony stammered.

“Did that sound judgy to you,” Jake interrupted, shooting a glance up at Matt.

“Sure did,” the sculpted man nodded, giving Tony a stern look.

“No!  It wasn’t…I didn’t mean it like that,” Tony said quickly, before hesitating.  “I meant you two are…just look at you!  You guys are fuckin’ hot.  You can pull it off.  I’m not really on that level.”  He didn’t like the mischievous grins that broke out on his friends’ faces.

“We’ll work on it,” was all Jake said as they finished getting dressed.  It was a quick process for the shrunken hulk as he didn’t have anything else to wear, including shoes, but since all they needed to do was make it a few blocks down the street he wasn’t overly concerned.  He was too busy marveling at a suddenly foreign world when they stepped outside, the once-familiar city looming massive and alien around him.  A similar wave of dizziness washed over him as he gawked up at buildings and street signs and storefronts that had blossomed in size like the interior of his apartment, but on a scale that was hard for him to wrap his head around.  Even navigating the enlarged world was different as he had to hurry along on his shortened legs to keep up with the younger pair, feeling like he was power-walking compared to their leisurely stroll.  Given that it was still relatively early in the morning the streets weren’t too crowded, but Jake still felt a thrill whenever a towering stranger would pass and look down while he either tilted his head to look up, or instead stared at their midsection.  He tended to start with the latter when a man would pass, adding a smirk when his head slowly fell back to meet their inevitably lingering eyes.  He knew the three of them made an interesting sight, especially with his reduced bulk trotting down the street with a gargantuan cock bouncing against the thin, muscle-shirt gown, but he loved every second of it.  When they reached the shop and parted ways with Matt, Jake was almost reluctant to switch up his look.  He stopped short just inside, a shiver running through him when he looked up at the towering racks and myriad items hanging on the walls that he could no longer reach.  He’d have to bring a stool over from the bar to set behind the counter so he could ring people out, and Matt would be doing most of the restocking from now on, but he was fine with both.  “Here we are,” he said, his tone proud as he locked the door behind them and stood on his tiptoes to flip the lights on.  “Let’s get ourselves situated.”

Tony gasped and tensed instinctively when Jake turned and began undoing the fly of his jeans.  “Sorry…reflex.  Not used to stripping down in the middle of a store,” he offered at the older man’s disappointed expression.

“Maybe I should open the blinds and throw you in the deep end,” Jake taunted as he slipped out of the oversized top.

“That’d be more of a threat if you could actually reach them,” Tony chuckled, freezing when he realized what he’d said.  He relaxed at Jake’s boisterous laugh and let the other man strip his lower half while he reluctantly slipped out of his t-shirt.

“You’re cute when you’re sassy.  Now come over here and hand me some of those,” Jake grunted, pointing up at the wall of bright, tiny briefs.  He let out a long, low whistle when he pulled them on, stunned by the fact that he’d gone from wearing an XXL to a small.  Though, while the much tinier briefs fit overall, the older man’s massive package looked larger than ever as it filled the straining pouch to capacity, pulling the elastic waist down and away from his burly gut.  “Whoa…that’s a trip,” he muttered, turning in a slow circle in front of the mirror.

Tony’s cock twitched as he watched, his gaze darting back and forth between the shrunken stud and the comparatively massive underwear hanging on the nearby wall that he should have worn.  The contrast was astounding, and the now-taller young man couldn’t get over how simultaneously tiny yet huge Jake seemed.  That sense of whiplash only grew stronger as his new friend tried on a few more jocks and bikinis before adding in the same pointlessly small shorts, t-shirts and tanks he’d always worn, though on a significantly reduced scale.  His burly build, with its now-heaping endowment, looked more impressive than ever straining against the skin-tight wardrobe, leaving Jake’s strapping little frame thoroughly accentuated.  Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination, and while the older man had never been modest, now he specifically chose items that would leave him as exposed as possible.

“Guess I’m pulling it off,” Jake grinned when he’d settled on a pair of green nylon shorts into which he tucked a straining, navy tank-top.  If he’d left the shirt free it would have obscured his plump little rear and oversized bulge, which was no longer a feasible option in the shrunken man’s mind.

Tony blushed when he looked down and realized he was rock hard.  He felt a fresh rush of embarrassment when it occurred to him that he’d stopped thinking about the fact that he was naked in a strange store in the first place, his attention fully focused on the pint-sized powerhouse.  “You, uh, you sure are,” he said, letting out a slow breath.

“Have to take care of that before we can get you fitted,” Jake purred, stepping forward and wrapping his lips around the younger man.  “Love how…fuckin’ big…this thing feels…it’s like everyone…just got an upgrade…” the tiny titan mumbled between mouthfuls of the taller man’s average cock.  Jake’s new height was perfect for the task, and Tony could only gasp as he looked down at the burly shoulders and beefy arms that reached around to cling to his firm little bubble.

An odd thought began to creep in as Jake bobbed his head, accompanied by a familiar, cloying scent.  Maybe the older man and his friend were right.  Maybe he should loosen up and let himself go a little.  As embarrassing as it had been at the time, Tony hadn’t hated it when Matt stripped him down and got him off in front of everyone.  And the other two seemed to be having a genuine blast with whatever was happening.  And something was happening.  That clarity he’d felt when he’d been with Matt and Jake crystalized in his mind again, and Tony knew exactly what he had to do.  Like his friends, he needed to be seen.  He needed to be a bright, colorful beacon in order to attract new followers.  He had to bring them to the temple, but he couldn’t do that if he was hiding.

“Fuh…fuuuuuuuckkkk…” Tony whimpered, launching a hefty load down Jake’s capable throat.  The older man didn’t spill so much as a drop on his new shirt as he sucked it down, a proud smile on his face.

“Gonna be spending a lot more time doing that,” Jake whistled, giving Tony’s perky cheeks a slap.  “So…what looks good?”

The clarity and certainty faded with the brunette’s erupting rod, but the conviction remained.  So although he turned purple with embarrassment and was painfully self conscious, Tony went through the store picking out vibrant shades.  Pink and violet, turquoise and aqua, crimson and sienna; all the colors of the alien jungle that he could find, in the most revealing variations.  While he normally wore drab, basic briefs, Tony tried on thongs, jocks, and bikinis, allowing himself to notice for the first time how each item accentuated different parts of his tight, tapering body.  He’d always known he was passably handsome, but the once-straight man had never stopped to fully think of himself as an object of desire.  He’d always been focused on what he wanted to see on a woman, not what someone might want to see on him, but like a switch being flipped that perspective suddenly shifted.  Now, Tony appreciated the way the jocks accentuated his round little ass, and the way the thongs and bikinis drew attention to the tightness at his waist before expanding out again at his sturdy thighs.  He’d always thought of his thin body as shapeless, but now he realized it was anything but.

“Damn, son.  Now it’s my turn to be impressed,” Jake said, giving a slow clap as he looked Tony up and down.  The younger man had settled on a pair of pink mesh shorts not much larger than the briefs he’d previously worn, while a bright purple crop-top covered his modest pecs but not much else.  A bright shock of orange elastic wrapped around Tony’s trim waist as the top of the jockstrap stuck out above the low-riding shorts, with the straps of the underwear clearly visible beneath the pink mesh.

“It’s not too much,” Tony asked, spreading his toned arms and turning in a slow circle.

Jake grinned and nodded.  “Oh, it’s too much.  But that’s the whole point.”

Tony couldn’t help but smile back, his excitement steadily starting to outpace his embarrassment at the thought of being seen in his skimpy outfit.  “I feel like I need some green sneakers.”

“Not a bad plan.  I clearly need some new kicks,” Jake sighed, wiggling his bare toes.  “I used to be a size 14, but now?  Shit…probably a 5?  If that.”

Tony became acutely aware of just how visible his bulge was when he felt his cock stir at the sight of Jake’s broad little feet, but he bit down on both the urge to throw himself at the smaller hunk and the swell of embarrassment that came with it.  So what if he got hard in public?  So what if people could see his dick?  That was the point.  They could certainly see Jake’s, and it wasn’t like Matt could hide the bouncing melons he called an ass, so why should he care?  He shook his head and nodded towards the door, suddenly eager to get out in public.  “Some quick shoe shopping first, then we hook back up with Matt and get your place in order?”

Jake shrugged and winked.  “No need to rush.  Let’s see who we run into.”