MANifesting (vignette) (Patreon)

*** Work in progress! How big should he go?***

Mike turned to the side and held his breath, his eyes narrowing as he inspected his trim profile.  He flexed his modest pecs as best he could, at the same time tensing the perky little bubble filling out the back of his red briefs.  The muscles on his toned arms stood out with the effort, as did the lean bulk on his thighs, but as far as the frustrated, copper-haired man could tell, there was no difference.  His chest was still well-developed and looked perfectly placed between his broad shoulders and above his tight waist, while the serviceable bulge between his thighs wasn’t exactly tiny.  His ass was firm and round and far from flat, completing Mike’s fit, athletic build.  He was tight and toned, neither too small nor too large, with a face that was as sharply featured as the rest of him.  Having just crossed into his thirties, his smooth skin was starting to show signs of weathering, and his short, reddish-brown hair had begun its slow creep back up his forehead, but by all objective standards Mike still had both looks and body in abundance.

The problem was that he didn’t see it that way.  All Mike could see was a trim frame that became harder to maintain by the day.  An average cock that topped out just below six inches.  An ass that may have had some curves but no bounce.  He’d never given much thought to his age before, but after all the joking about him becoming “gay old” when he hit thirty the year before, he’d actually started to believe it.  All the guys at the gym who were only a handful of years younger than himself, and whose bodies were only better by slightly varying degrees,  suddenly seemed leagues away.  Every young hunk with bigger pecs, or a rounder ass, or a thicker bulge was like a neon sign reminding him of what he lacked.  It occurred to Mike that there was always a part of him that thought he could get around to it if he wanted to.  He could focus on bulking if he wanted.  He could throw in some extra leg days.  He could even take some supplements to try and grow his package.  But now it felt like doors were closing, like he was quickly running out of time.  It didn’t matter that his energy levels were as high as ever and, as Liam could attest, his sex drive hadn’t waned in the slightest.  All he felt was an increasing sense of urgency.

It’s what led him to the MANifesting course he’d found online.  Mike still felt foolish whenever he thought about it, but he was desperate.  The idea was that everyone possessed the ability to tap into a higher power and achieve whatever body they desired, if only they could reach the right state of mind.  The pricey course promised to help guide students to that very state of mind through a structured series of meditation practices over the course of several months, but Mike had taken it upon himself to skip over the fundamentals and jump to the end.  He’d taken yoga classes for years and figured he already knew how to take a few deep breaths and quiet his mind; he didn’t need to spend three months doing it all over again.  He wanted to get to the good stuff, the part where they promised to enhance his masculine traits and turn him into the man of his dreams.  It was called MANifesting because the music and meditations were specifically calibrated to improve the male form, and Mike was supposed to envision exactly what he wanted during the sessions.

So far, the results had been underwhelming.  After nearly a month of daily meditating Mike hadn’t seen the slightest change.  In a bout of frustration the night before, he’d jumped to the very last lesson, but other than a headache from the oddly discordant tones that accompanied his meditations he didn’t feel any different.  Normally the music that went along with each lesson was gentle and quiet, nothing like the shrill, crashing tides that had slammed against his ears and made focus nearly impossible.

“Any changes?”

“Nope.”  Mike sighed and shook his head as Liam sleepily sauntered into the bathroom.  Despite having been together for two years, the lean ginger’s heart still quickened at the sight of the other man’s bronze, brief-clad frame.  They stood roughly the same, average height and shared similarly toned builds, with the biggest differences between them being Liam’s smoother, darker skin, and longer, thicker cock.  Mike’s frame was dusted with a light peppering of ruddy hair, but his drowsy lover was naturally smooth from the neck down.  “Anything jump out at you?”

“Other than this?”  Liam stepped forward and slipped a hand into the front of Mike’s briefs, tugging them down and letting the twitching equipment inside spring free.

Mike gave a soft, low moan as his cock hardened in his lover’s hand.  “Not what I meant, but…”

Liam stroked the eager organ to its full length before taking a step back and giving the other man a slow look up and down.  “Maybe it’s true what they say…you really can’t improve upon perfection.”

“Oh my god,” Mike laughed, blushing and rolling his eyes.  “I’m being serious.”

“So am I!  Babe, I’m behind you one hundred percent on this meditating stuff, but maybe it’s missing the point.”  Liam stepped forward again and wrapped his arms around the blushing redhead’s tight waist, this time slipping his hands into the back of the briefs.  He gave Mike’s bubble a squeeze before pushing the back of the briefs down as he leaned in for a kiss.  “I mean, just look,” he said when he broke it off a few moments later, turning the other man to face the mirror.  He slowly peeled Mike’s briefs down, stroking along the other man’s hairy inner thighs.  “Are you really not seeing what I’m seeing,” he asked, wrapping his arms around Mike from behind and resting his chin on a shoulder.

The flustered redhead squirmed as he stared at his naked, rigid reflection.  Mike had never been much of an exhibitionist, and even his interest in the MANifesting courses had been more about stopping the clock than vanity, so to be stripped and manhandled in front of a mirror was an uncomfortable experience.  With anyone other than Liam it would have been mortifying, but as it was he still felt a rush of embarrassment.  “It really does sound dumb, doesn’t it,” he finally said, relaxing in the other man’s grip.

Liam nibbled on his ear, his hands gently sliding along his lover’s stomach.  “It’s not dumb at all.  I get it, I really do.  I’m the same age, remember?  You don’t think I’m worried about some of this stuff?  I’m not looking forward to getting old either, but we’re not exactly there yet.” He grinned and reached up to tweak Mike’s tiny nipples, grinding his own tented briefs against the other man’s rear as he spoke.  “And what exactly would you do with these titties, or a big ol’ booty?  I like them just the way they are.”

Mike instinctively pressed back at the familiar sensation of Liam’s thicker cock wedging between his cheeks.  Being taken by the dark-skinned stud was one of his life’s greatest pleasures, and he was rarely happier than when he was bouncing on his lover’s lap.  “You wouldn’t like a little more cushion back there?”

Liam popped his hips in a slow, rhythmic wave, mimicking the swiveling that always drove Mike wild.  “That reminds me…why do you want a bigger dick in the first place?  Just feel like showing off?”  He laughed at the way Mike blushed, his hands drifting down from his lover’s chest to once again tug on the compact rod.  “You wouldn’t even wear the speedos I got for us because you were too embarrassed…you really want to walk around swinging a monster?”

Mike responded by reaching back and fumbling Liam’s cock free.  “Easy for you to say,” he moaned, falling forward against the counter.  It only took a moment for the other man’s slicked pole to find its way inside, but when Mike closed his eyes and let his head drop, he found it gently pulled back up towards the mirror.

“Uh-uh…I want you to see what I see,” Liam purred.

Mike’s whole body went crimson, but he kept his eyes glued to their rutting reflections as commanded.  He wasn’t the kind of person who could only have sex with the lights off, though he’d never imagined being face-to-face with his own ecstatic expression.  Watching his little pecs and short cock bounce as Liam hammered into him, his sharp features a slack, blissed-out mask, Mike could grudgingly admit that his lover had a point.  Maybe he was being ridiculous.  Maybe he was focused on the wrong things.  “Oh…oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuuuuuu…” Mike trailed off in a groan as he came, blasting all over his mirrored counterpart.  His head spun from the buzzing release as Liam finished shortly after, feeling weightless in the other man’s arms.  “Okay…yeah…maybe you’ve got a point,” he panted.

The bronze beauty pulled out and nuzzled Mike’s shoulder, kissing along his neck.  “My point is that I love you no matter what you look like,” he said, giving the other man’s ruddy hair a tousle.  “I just want you to do the same.”

Mike didn’t know what to say to that, so he responded with a kiss instead.  Eventually they fumbled their way into the shower, and only when the water ran cold did they find their way back out again.  Mike’s body was still buzzing after the refreshing, both mentally and physically, start to the day, like someone had hit a reset button.  His earlier frustration was nowhere to be found, and by the time he’d pulled on a pair of casual nylon shorts and a fitted t-shirt, he’d decided to scrap the MANifesting course for good.  He also resisted the urge to immediately strip Liam back down when his boyfriend finished donning a similar outfit, knowing that if they didn’t leave the apartment now they’d be there all day.  They’d had a few weekends where they’d spent the majority of the time going at it in bed, and Mike felt like this could very easily be one of them.  It was a lovely summer morning though, which Liam wanted to take full advantage of, and he hoped the planned stroll around the park for coffee and breakfast would burn off some of the lingering energy he felt.

The walk helped to take the edge off, but Mike began to feel out of sorts as they followed the winding trails through the expansive park.  He kept stumbling though they walked on an even surface, and when they stopped at the coffee hut he almost sent his cup flying when he reached for it, his coordination equally thrown.  He made a joke out of it, saying that Liam had really worked him over earlier, but he began to grow worried when an increasing tightness spread across his chest.

“Are you okay,” Liam asked when he caught Mike rubbing at his chest again and again.

The redhead nodded, not wanting to alarm his boyfriend and not knowing if anything was actually wrong.  “Yeah…my chest just feels weird.”

Liam stopped and put a hand on Mike’s shoulder, turning the other man to face him.  “Weird like a muscle thing or weird like…a…heart…thing…” He trailed off and blinked in rapid succession, then rubbed his face and looked again.  “Oh my god…”

“What?  What’s wroooOHHHHH FUCK!”  Mike yelped when he followed Liam’s eyes to his noticeably larger chest.  Where before his pecs were clearly outlined, now they actually strained against the thin burgundy fabric.  “You…you’re seeing this too, right?”

Liam swallowed and nodded.  “But…how?  I mean, we were JUST staring at ourselves in the mirror and those weren’t that big.”

Mike’s heart raced, his shock turning into a swell of triumph.  “It’s the course!  All the MANifesting stuff…it’s…it’s real!”

“Is it, though?” Liam asked with a short laugh.  “Babe, I want you to get what you want, but come on.  Did you really think just meditating would give you a bigger chest?”

“What’s it look like,” Mike grinned, flexing his expanded shelf.  He reached up and squeezed each one before guiding Liam’s hand over to do the same.  “They sure feel real, don’t they?”

The dark-haired man could only stare in stunned silence for a moment, unable to disguise the growing hunger in his eyes as he squeezed the muscled mounds.  He’d never actually believed in the MANifesting course, but now that he was presented with the possibility of it all being real, the thought of Mike in his desired body wasn’t an unpleasant one.  “I…I don’t even know what to say.  Holy shit.  Does it hurt?  Is this something we need to…” Liam broke off in a gasp, his eyes going wide when he felt the chiseled pecs swell against his palms.  “Did they just get bigger?”

A creeping sliver of fear began to mingle with Mike’s triumph.  He’d also just felt his chest grow larger, and it was quickly occurring to him that he didn’t know how big he was going to get, or if any other changes were going to start.  Already his pecs had swelled to the point where his enlarged nipples poked against the fabric and the juicy slab lifted the bottom of the shirt away from his trim waist.  “Uh…maybe we should head home just to be safe,” he said, trying not to sound worried.  The attempt only lasted a single step.  Mike’s question about other changes was answered as soon as he turned and began walking, feeling for the first time the longed-for sensation of having an ass that could bounce.  “Oh!” he yelped, his jaw dropping when he instinctively reached around behind and felt his palms sink into a supple layer of flesh.

“Whooooaaa,” Liam sputtered, dropping his coffee.  Mike didn’t have a clear vantage point, but there was nothing obstructing his view of the ballooning bubble.  Instead of firm and perky, Mike’s ass was thick and round, already filling the small shorts to capacity.  And they weren’t alone in that regard.  “Um…wow…” was all Liam could say, his mouth watering at the sight of the plump bulge wedged between his boyfriend’s widening thighs.

Mike felt dizzy as he looked down past his heaping piles at the fattened package pushing against the front of his shorts.  The fear he’d started to feel no longer crept but sprinted up his spine at the thought of where things were headed and just how long a walk it was to the safety of their apartment.  “We need to go…now,” he barked, hurrying as fast as he could on his warping legs.  He tried not to think about how different everything was already, and what that implied.  None of his clothes would fit.  His body would never move the same way again.  His body would never feel the same way again.  No matter where he went, he’d always be the guy with the pecs and the ass, or, embarrassingly, the guy with the monster dick.  There’d be no hiding any of it.  He’d wanted those attributes to grow, but he’d never stopped to think about the reality of that outcome.

They were halfway home when Mike was given a taste of things to come.  He was trying his best to ignore how much bouncing his hurried steps caused both above and below the waist when another growth spurt sent his shirt flying.  There was a release of tension and a loud tearing as the tattered shirt exploded off the ginger’s growing muscle tits, leaving the juicy mounds exposed in all their oversized glory.  His shoulders, back and upper arms seemed to be expanding to compensate, but not at an equal rate, meaning that his formerly trim physique was already taking on a disproportionate appearance.   To make matters worse, Mike knew it was only a matter of time before his shorts followed suit.  He could increasingly feel the open air on the undersides of his inflating cakes as they pushed beyond the confines of his tiny briefs and threatened to spill out the bottom, the navy nylon material taxed to the breaking point.  This was also accompanied by an increasingly painful constriction from his growing package, nearly all of which was perfectly outlined against the tight fabric.  It was hard to tell what was growth and what was an effect of the ill-fitting bottoms, but it was clear that some growth had occurred as a thick, obvious cock could clearly be seen snaking off to one side, while the individual orbs of his inflating balls were lifted and accentuated by the seam of his shorts.

“Oh my god…oh my god…is this…this can’t actually be happening, can it?”  Mike’s eyes were wide as he prodded at the sculpted slab, his fingers brushing through the wiry hair that made the prominent mounds all the more noticeable.  He shivered at the sensation and yanked his hand away, the slight touch sending a potent pulse to the plump package that was already too visible.

Sensing the impending predicament, Liam quickly snatched up the pieces of the tattered shirt and hung them from the front of Mike’s shorts, hoping that they could serve as a sort of makeshift, emergency loincloth.  His own head was spinning at his lover’s alterations, a vortex of awe, fear and lust threatening to overwhelm him as the reality of the situation began to sink in.  Like his boyfriend, Liam struggled to process the implication that the man he so often held in his arms was never going to feel the same way again.  Whether that was a bad thing or not, though, he hadn’t decided.  “We’re almost home, babe,” he said, forcing his voice to remain calm.  “We can make it.”