MANifesting (full story) (Patreon)

*** This was another vignette from last month that I was able to clean up and finish.  Enjoy! ***

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 started to occur to Mike that there had always been a part of him that thought he could just 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 behind the program 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 while listening to annoyingly tranquil audio recordings.  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 it was 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 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 all the way 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 been face-to-face with his own ecstatic expression before.  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 really must have worked him over earlier, but he began to grow worried when an increasing tightness spread across his chest.

“Are you okay,” Liam eventually 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.  His boyfriend may not have had 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 the other man’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 inflation had occurred as a thick, obvious cock could clearly be seen snaking off to one side, while the individual orbs of his expanding 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 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.”

“I didn’t think it was actually going to work,” Mike said, his tone tinged with both terror and triumph.  “Nothing’s happened!  I’ve been trying and trying without anything to show for it, so why now?”

“Maybe it had to build up in your system or something?  I’ve got no clue how any of that stuff’s supposed to work.”  Liam wondered if he was going to have to worry about his own exposure as he watched another ripple pulse through Mike’s backside, causing the inflating globes to slightly swell once more.  Despite the shock, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to replay their earlier encounter in the bathroom with his lover’s new proportions.

“What are people going to think?!  How do I even begin to explain this,” Mike asked, the extra worry in his voice pulling Liam’s attention away from the other man’s expanding rear.

“Don’t worry about that right now.  Maybe there’s a way to fix this?  If all that meditating made it happen, maybe it can make it go away,” the dark-haired man offered.  “Is there like a customer service number or something?”

Mike shook his head.  “I think there’s an email?  I didn’t really pay attention…didn’t think I’d need to.”  He felt like a castaway sighting land when their apartment building came into view.  He knew it was going to be a photo finish.  Each step brought with it an increasing threat of devastating wardrobe consequences, an outcome that was all but inevitable when they reached the stairs inside.  They had three flights to climb, but Mike’s shorts only made it halfway through the first.  The mortified ginger went crimson when the tattered nylon fell away, along with his straining briefs, and he felt his heavy backside and girthy new package both flop free in unison.  He instinctively froze to inspect himself, until Liam grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

“We can do that inside, hon.  Almost there,” the still-clothed man said, forcing his eyes from his lover’s body until they were safely inside.  He knew that if he turned to look he’d be just as captivated, and the first priority was seclusion.

Liam’s instinct proved correct as soon as they stumbled inside.  They’d luckily made it upstairs to their unit without encountering anyone, an outcome that would have been unlikely had he stopped to stare at the curvy, impossibly proportioned beast his lover was becoming.  “Oh…oh wow…” he stammered, knowing full well that he was failing to keep his expression neutral the way he’d hoped.

In just the short time since the changes started, Mike’s once-chiseled pecs had ballooned into bloated, bodybuilder mounds.  They jutted off the redhead’s chest like a pair of muscled melons, sporting equally enlarged nipples that begged for attention.  It was a chest that would have looked huge on someone twice Mike’s size, and while the warping man’s shoulders and arms had continued to compensate, the furry shelf was still comically oversized.

The same went for the heaping globes that formed a curvy shelf at the base of the ginger’s spine.  Mike’s perky little bubble had expanded into a set of perky pumpkins, balancing out the growth at his chest with an equally impressive inflation.  Like his arms and shoulders, the formerly-trim man’s thighs had widened to compensate, leaving him looking overly bottom-heavy, a fact that was only accentuated by the thick, lengthy cock standing rigid between them.  His once-average endowment was now anything but, having thickened like a wrist while shooting out to the ten-inch mark, with a pair of plump, churning bull-balls to match.

“This…it’s too much!  I’m turning into a freak,” Mike cried, straining to see his bulbous cock over his cresting muscle-tits.  One hand clutched the fattened monster while another prodded his expansive rear, his stomach both dropping and fluttering as he felt the excessive, ample flesh.

“Don’t even start with that,” Liam barked, finally stepping forward to feel the other man’s alterations.  He would never go so far as to agree with Mike’s last statement, but his lover was rapidly becoming an erotic caricature.  With his pinched-waist curves and massive cock, the redhead was starting to look like he’d been photoshopped.  For his part, Liam was rapidly coming to the conclusion that it was far from a bad look, but things were still happening.  Even as he gawked, he felt Mike’s chest swell against his palm while the other man’s cock spread his fingers even wider.  If they didn’t find a way to stop things soon, there would be greater concerns than Mike’s appearance.  “Baby…think!  How do you reverse this?  What’ve you been doing when you meditate about this stuff?”

The ginger’s massive chest heaved.  “We’re supposed to do some controlled breathing to relax and quiet our minds…then we listen to these recordings while imagining what we want.  We’re supposed to visualize a door opening…”

“Perfect!” Liam interrupted, giving Mike’s overly-prominent pecs a slap.  “Just do that, but picture the door closing!”

“But I’ve been doing it for weeks!  We don’t have time!  And how the fuck am I supposed to relax right now?!”

“We’re just trying to stop it, right?  You don’t need to worry about undoing anything yet.  We’re only trying to keep it from getting worse.”  Liam locked desperate eyes with Mike, ignoring the part of himself that was curious to see how big the other man could actually get.

“What if I get stuck like this,” the redhead asked, his head spinning when he looked down and realized he could no longer see over his jutting pecs.

“We already know what’s going to happen if we don’t try anything,” Liam insisted.  “We’re in triage mode, hon.  We just need to stop it.”

“But…but I don’t think I can…” Mike trailed off when his boyfriend began stripping down, his monstrous cock surging at the sight of the other man’s naked frame.  It was starting to dawn on him just how horny he actually was, an implication that made his stomach plummet even further.  A potent sex drive was part of what he’d visualized, and the thought of it growing as out of control as the rest of him was horrifying.  Mike was surprised by how small Liam’s cock already seemed by comparison, though he knew his mammoth rod would now easily dwarf anyone.  He couldn’t see it from his current vantage point, but he guessed it to be over a foot long and uselessly wide by this point.

“I know one way to make sure you relax,” Liam said, pulling Mike along by his giant cock to their bedroom.  “Turn on the recording,” he ordered, before shoving the other man onto the bed, “and do whatever it is you need to do.  I’ll take care of the rest.”

“OOOOHHHHHhhhh!”  Mike roared when Liam draped himself against his back and slipped effortlessly inside.  It was as if his eager hole had a mind of its own, practically sucking the other man within while his colossal globes acted as a muscled bumper.  At the same time, Liam’s hands felt impossibly small as they clutched his plump pecs and toyed with the oversized nipples, the contrasting sensations adding to his dazed ecstasy.  With his libido revving like never before, Mike was quickly hurtled over the edge of control, bucking and howling and spasming like a beast.  His inflated proportions shook and bounced and slammed, every jarring ripple sending a fresh wave of pleasure through his overloaded system.

Surprisingly, though, it worked.  With his head spinning from the overwhelming waves of erotic bliss and his ears ringing from the shrill tones of the meditation track, Mike was jettisoned into the liminal space he so often struggled to reach.  The racing thoughts he could never quite quell, the lingering anxiety that poked at the edges of his mind; all of it was gone.  While his curvy, thickened frame was worked over by Liam in their bedroom, a part of his consciousness found itself in the stark, white cube he always imagined.  It was the best he’d been able to come up with when the program instructed him to visualize a room.  Whenever he’d tried to make it more detailed or realistic his thoughts would inevitably start to wander, so he’d settled on a bare space with the plain wooden door to their bedroom acting as the stand-in for the gateway he’d been trying to open.

Now, there was no trying involved as Mike could clearly see swirling cosmic vistas on the other side of the threshold.  It was no visualization, either; the curvy stud knew he was seeing the stellar expanse as it actually was, along with the tendrils of pulsing energy that flowed through the open door and wrapped themselves around him.  He instinctively stepped back and tried to pull away, but they stretched like taffy, refusing to loosen their grip.  He tried to grab one and pull it free, only to find the glowing strand wafting through his fingers as if it was made of smoke.  He even tried to will them away, and while the brief period of concentration further sharpened his focus, it did nothing to alleviate his bound state.

However, with his thoughts simultaneously crystal clear and eradicated by Liam’s lustful ministrations, Mike finally realized the error he’d made.  He now understood how the MANifesting course was supposed to work if he’d followed it through as intended.  If he’d gone through each lesson step-by-step he would have learned how to open the door in a controlled fashion.  Instead, he’d completed enough introductory lessons to locate the door and then promptly kicked it wide open.  Where he should have been experiencing a trickle of manifesting energy, he found himself standing in a firehose.  He was getting everything he’d wanted and then some.

Which brought up an interesting question.  As realization mingled with the muscle-melting tides of divine bliss rocking his curvy new frame, Mike didn’t know if he wanted to close the door at all.  He could feel himself slipping further into unforeseen territory, teetering on the edge of becoming nothing more than an impossibly proportioned pile of lust and muscle, a grunting, desperate beast made of pecs, ass and cock, with nothing but an insatiable lust left to fill the gap in between.

But there was more than just himself at stake.  Mike couldn’t ignore the source of his blissful ecstasy as the void tempted him with further, unknown pleasures.  He could truly reach a state of erotic nirvana touched only by a fortunate few, but such enlightenment came with the price of solitude, and that was more than he was willing to pay.  He loved Liam and their life together, and nothing was worth casting that aside.

With the tendrils still clinging as tightly as ever, Mike reached out and slammed the door.

**********

“Whooooo…damn…” Liam whistled.  This just doesn’t get old, does it?”

“I’d certainly hope not,” Mike grinned over a broadened shoulder.  He loved the sight of Liam’s lean, naked body, and he loved that his heaping, clapping cakes were what caused the handsome hunk to absently stroke away on himself.  “I’m just getting good at it,” he purred, popping his hips to vary the pace of his thunderous twerking.  The sound of clapping cheeks was enhanced by the wild slapping of Mike’s girder in front, the oozing organ hard and eager.

“Baby, you’ve BEEN good at it,” Liam laughed with a light groan.  “You started off a pro.”

Mike’s smile grew as he turned to work his fat pole for the other man, flexing and bouncing each of his heaping pecs individually.  With his free hand he tweaked the nubby nipples while pursing his lips and moaning, putting on the kind of uninhibited, lustful display that he never even would have thought of before.

Now, it was never far from his mind.  It wasn’t that Mike had emerged from his ordeal as a new or different person, but as an unburdened one.  The fears and worries he’d felt for years no longer registered in the slightest, replaced instead by a thoroughly self-assured confidence.  He wasn’t arrogant, far from it; Mike just knew who and what he was and accepted it on a fundamental level.  Far from being embarrassed by the wild new proportions he’d taken on, the curvy ginger embraced them with abandon.

After slamming the door and seemingly cutting off the connection for good, Mike had been locked into his muscled hourglass of a body.  He had the pecs and shoulders of the heaviest heavyweight bodybuilder, the tight, trim abs of a swimmer, and the ass and thighs of an entire rugby team combined.  He was curvy yet lean, simultaneously thick and tapering, with the same boyishly handsome face as ever.  And capping it all off was a wine-bottle cock that topped out at just under sixteen inches, with a set of balls like grapefruits.

It was the kind of body that could only be built through surgery, which is eventually how the pair explained the dramatic transformation.  When it became clear that there would be no reversing the alterations, that Mike didn’t actually want to reverse them, the warped ginger disappeared from sight for a while.  He put in his notice at work, dropped off social media, and barely left the apartment for two months until they felt like enough time had passed to make it a plausible explanation.  During that time Liam played coy about what was happening, and though people grew suspicious, when the misproportioned muscle man finally made his debut everyone was too shocked to think about anything else.  Most blamed it on a gay midlife crisis since Mike had recently hit thirty, but while everyone was stunned, no one seemed to mind when the eager hunk put his new proportions to work.

Under normal circumstances Liam would have been a bit more jealous and possessive at all the attention Mike received, though he couldn’t blame them.  Watching the bottom-heavy hunk clap and twerk on stage, or writhe and moan in an OnlyFriends video, or pose for photo after photo, was like nothing else.  It wasn’t just Mike’s proportions, either, but his attitude.  The pectorally perfect stud carried himself with a confidence that was contagious.  He was uninhibited and free in a way that made it possible for others to feel the same.  Liam never thought of himself as uptight, but in the months since Mike’s dramatic transformation he’d undergone his own internal metamorphosis.  He’d never imagined himself as the kind of guy who’d be comfortable enough to fuck on film, yet he joined his lover in videos almost daily.  With their actual romantic connection, people loved seeing the two of them together, and clips of their candid encounters at home, like him jerking off while Mike danced, were some of the most popular.  The dark-skinned stud had even developed his own following of fans, though it paled in comparison to his boyfriend’s devoted admirers.

“What did we even do before this,” Mike sighed, folding his arms behind his head to jut his pecs out even further.

“You wore clothes, for starters, Liam laughed.

“I still wear clothes,” Mike pouted, stepping forward to bat his obscene organ against the side of Liam’s face.  He shivered when the seated man grabbed it and licked along the side, his massive cheeks dimpling as he flexed.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.  I get it…it’s kinda pointless.  Even the tailored stuff can’t do much to hide any of this,” he said between licks around his lover’s bulbous head.  Though Mike had redone his wardrobe with custom pieces that at least provided a base amount of coverage, that was the best they could do.  Underwear had become a thing of the past, and everything else was stretchy and form fitting, leaving none of his unique shape to the imagination.  It made going out in public a much more interesting experience, especially for Mike, who luckily loved the attention.

“Who’d want to?  No one should be hiding anything anyway…they’re just bodies…we’ve all got one,” Mike purred, groping his plump pecs as he spoke.

Liam laughed and shook his head as he guided Mike down onto the couch with him.  He sighed as his lover straddled his lap, feeling a wave of contentment as if a weighted blanket had been draped across him.  “Technically true, but yours is pretty much one of a kind.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I love to share,” Mike grinned, popping his hips to let Liam inside.