Crack the Code, ch. 16: Concentrated (Patreon)

Maintaining his neutral expression would forever stand as one of Erik’s greatest achievements.  There was an uneven relationship between the slight downward angle of his gaze and the supreme triumph he felt as he looked into Ryan’s sleepy, confused eyes, with one far outweighing the other.  It was a small adjustment, no more than a few inches, but as far as the giddy brunette was concerned he’d already gotten his money’s worth.  Though they would have gone unnoticed by most, after having been forced to look at it for so long, the other, equally subtle changes to the dark-haired hunk’s perfect physique stood out to Erik like neon signs.  “Sorry man,” he shrugged, allowing an appropriately awkward grin to show as he eyed his nearly-naked roommate.  It wasn’t uncommon for them to cross underwear-clad paths in the kitchen first thing in the morning, but it was out of character for Ryan to ask for a bodily inspection of his buff, brief-covered frame.  “I don’t know what to tell you…everything looks normal to me,” Erik lied.  As recently as the previous evening, the bronze-skinned beauty had stood a pair of inches taller than him, topping out at 6’2”, only things had flipped.  Erik’s six-foot stature now beat Ryan by a similar ratio, but while his friend may have lost four inches in height, the other man’s carefully cultivated build appeared to have expanded.  At least in some areas.

“Are you sure,” Ryan asked, spreading his arms wide and taking a step back.  It was a sight that anyone who didn’t know the sultry stud would have relished, but one that his closer associates had long come to resent.  The pose showed off Ryan’s broad shoulders and prominent pecs, along with the dramatic taper to his trim hips and the way his shredded abs led the viewer’s eyes directly to his stuffed, low-riding briefs.  The pouch of the small, burgundy underwear was filled to capacity by the addled Adonis’s girthy package, while the back, which normally accentuated his proportionally-perky bubble, now struggled to contain the firm, larger cheeks.  Ryan’s meaty thighs shared the affliction, their reduced length making their extra new width all the more noticeable.  With the meticulously manscaped dusting of raven hair and his chiseled, striking features, most people would have been too overwhelmed by the slightly shrunken man’s overall beauty to notice the minor misproportions in length between his upper and lower body.  “I know it’s going to sound crazy, but I feel like I’m…I don’t know…shorter?”

Erik’s smile grew as he watched Ryan turn in a slow circle, savoring the sight of the other man’s shortened, thickened legs.  After so many years of listening to, and often bearing the brunt of, his friend’s ceaseless judgements, the now-taller brunette couldn’t wait to see the arrogant pretty-boy looking up at everyone, literally, instead of down.  Ryan’s genetic superiority and dedication at the gym had combined to create a monster, a self-centered creature of pure ego who saw himself as existing above all others.  People were lucky to be near him.  People were lucky to look at him.  And anyone unlucky enough to hook up with him, or even just spend enough time around him, inevitably paid the price by receiving a laundry list of their perceived imperfections.  Erik had learned that lesson the hard way years ago, long before they lived together, when their one-night stand ended with the wiry brunette learning that he was apparently too thin, too-poorly hung, and had a face that was “too severe.”  While he’d never had any illusions about being the most handsome man in the room, Erik viewed himself, as did most others, as leanly muscled, with a cock that was at least average and a face that was sharply distinguished, an appearance far from the deficient caricature that Ryan saw instead.

It would have been infuriating, but even back then in the haze of their mid-twenties, Erik mostly felt bad for Ryan’s projected insecurities.  He’d been guilty of such behavior himself in his younger days, but he’d grown out of it, a trajectory that he’d simply assumed others would follow.  But as their paths continued to cross through shared spaces and mutual friends over the years, eventually culminating in their current cohabitation, Ryan’s behavior seemed to be getting worse, not better.  Now that they were staring down the barrel of their third decade, the vain hunk was flailing, as if the constant derogatory comments about others, along with the endless lording of his looks through skimpy outfits and a veritable waterfall of thirst traps, could slow the creep of his inevitable aging.  Erik had only agreed to live with Ryan in a moment of weakness after the oblivious hunk’s previous roommate gave him the boot, thinking that, if nothing else, he could at least enjoy the view.

After almost two years of constant critiques and catty comments, a bottomless well of behind-the-scenes cruelty related to every friend or foe who crossed the pretty-boy’s path, the frustrated brunette had reached his breaking point.  Erik told himself he was actually doing Ryan a favor, that a new perspective, both physically and mentally, would do the other man some much needed good.  He didn’t view his meeting with the Code Breaker as a way of punishing his friend, but as a way of lessening his burden.  He wasn’t cruel like Ryan, merely fed up, and the fact that he was willing to drain his trust fund actually proved how much he cared about the other man.  Erik had even gone so far as to make sure he was the only one who knew that anything out of the ordinary was happening, so as to not completely humiliate the egotistical Adonis.  Ryan might have had a vague sense that something was going on, but when it was all over, when everything had settled, only one person would know that a previous version of the soon-to-be-squat stud had ever existed.

As he watched him complete his slow rotation, Erik couldn’t wait for the old and new versions of Ryan to swap places.  “Yeah, man, like I said…it all looks the same to me,” the now-taller brunette shrugged again.  “But if you’re really worried about it, let’s confirm.”  He put a hand on Ryan’s broad upper back and guided him over to a door frame, loving the bashful, awkward look on the other man’s stunning, stubble-covered face.  “Stand up straight,” he said, grabbing a pencil from a nearby drawer.

“I feel so stupid right now,” Ryan chuckled, puffing out his perfect pecs while his now-taller friend laced the pencil through his raven coif to make a mark on the wall.

“Whatever, bud.  It’s easy to get confused sometimes,” Erik said, his voice intentionally condescending as he gave Ryan’s firm stomach a light rub.  He couldn’t help but smile at the way his friend blushed, a sight he’d never actually seen in all the years he’d known him.  The smoldering stud had always held himself above such base emotions as embarrassment or shame, and certainly not the kind of person to be turned on by someone taller than him talking down to him.  So when his stuffed pouch twitched and started to tent, the redness at his cheeks only grew deeper.  As much as he wanted to, Erik let the lengthening rod go without comment, struggling to keep his own skimpy briefs from following suit.  “Go get your wallet…I’ll grab the measuring tape,” he said instead, his eyes lingering on the way Ryan seemed to scamper where he once strutted.

The other man’s cock had settled at a semi-hard state when he returned a moment later, but although he’d just been in his bedroom he hadn’t thought to put anything else on, an oversight he’d make on a regular basis once things were finished.  He shifted his unknowingly-altered weight on his unknowingly-altered legs as he watched his wiry roommate stretch the tape, uncertain what he expected to find.

“5’10” on the nose,” Erik said as he let the tape snap back into the reel.  “What’s your license say?”

“5’10”...” There was a brief pause after Ryan said it before his whole body flushed again, leaving his bronze skin with a rose-gold hue.  “Oh my god I’m so dumb,” he laughed, rubbing his face with his hands.  “Like, people don’t just shrink, right?  What the fuck was I thinking?”

Erik reached out and gave Ryan’s plumped cheeks a squeeze, his smile sympathetic.  “I mean, you never know,” he winked.  “But seriously…can you imagine?  Bet you’d be real hot shit as a tall guy.”

“If only,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes.  It was the reaction Erik had hoped for.  Based on what he’d agreed to with the Code Breaker, the world’s memories should shift to match each reduction, meaning that the Ryan who once stood taller than most had now officially never existed.

“Are we good?  Anything else we need to double check the size of,” Erik asked, looking down at the shorter man’s half-tented briefs.

“I, uh…you know, it probably couldn’t hurt, just to be sure,” Ryan finally stammered, flashing the same bashful grin.

Erik’s hands shook as he slid them down the other man’s sides and into the rapidly twitching briefs.  This was another reaction he’d hoped for, not a forcing of his roommate to do anything, but rather letting him.  He and Ryan still hooked up on a regular basis, usually when the handsome hunk couldn’t be bothered to leave the apartment and when Erik was feeling particularly bad about himself.  The encounters, along with Ryan’s laundry list of improvements that would always follow, usually left him feeling worse than before, but Erik had long suspected that his friend wasn’t enjoying himself either.  With anyone.  Ryan had walled himself away behind his external perfection, seemingly unable to lower his guard at all.  He was aloof and miserable, isolated by ego and his own hubris.  Erik had paid the Code Breaker to tear down those internal walls, and while he knew he could have stopped at that, there was something about the reduction in height that just felt right.  The thought of the formerly tapering hunk as a happy, lovable little meatball after so many years of harsh, icy perfection was too good to pass up, and since he and the Code Breaker were the only ones who’d know that anything even happened, Erik didn’t see the harm.  If Ryan was going to essentially be a new person, a content, uninhibited and unencumbered version of himself, he should have a new look to go with it.

Erik couldn’t believe how different his friend felt already.  As he held the other man tight, the once-familiar frame filled his toned arms in an entirely different way.  Ryan was wider.  Thicker.  His athletic frame felt dense in a way it hadn’t before, and when Erik leaned in for a kiss, he realized why.  Though he’d angled his approach downward to what he thought was an appropriate degree, his lips met the other man’s hairline instead of his mouth.

There was nothing subtle about this stage of Ryan’s reduction.  Like his lower half, the bronze beauty’s once-tapering torso had swelled noticeably, taking the inverted triangle and blowing out the sides into a more rectangular configuration.  Broad shoulders were now thick and round with muscle, the arms hanging off to either side becoming meaty pistons that framed in the plump pillows rapidly replacing Ryan’s pecs, while his pinched waist started to press out in a lumpy muscle gut.  His already-thickened legs and increasingly-ample rear had continued to swell, leaving the altered Adonis with the kind of bulky, bodybuilding physique that would have been intimidating and imposing had it belonged to someone who stood taller than a few inches above five feet.

“Holy shit I’m horny this morning,” Ryan groaned, slipping his own stubby fingers into the back of Erik’s briefs.  “I…”

There was a shared moment of silence when the stocky stud trailed off and they both recognized the elevated pitch and slight squeak to his formerly deep, smooth voice.  Erik bit back a gasp when Ryan lifted his face to look at him and he took in the full extent of the other man’s newly blunted features, his perfectly symmetrical face now sporting a jaw that was just a bit too wide, along with a flattened nose and a broader forehead.  The shorter man was still plenty handsome, but his newly rugged face was starting to catch up to his increasingly rugged build.  “You….what?  What’s up,” Erik asked, continuing the charade.

Ryan shook his head and stepped back, wobbling slightly on his shortened legs.  Now that he’d moved away it was clear that the reduction was still happening at an uneven rate, the excessive bulk at his arms making the fact that they were too long compared to his legs stand out even more.  He blinked and shivered as he looked down at himself, oblivious to the way more of his neck was swallowed when he dropped another yet another handful of inches.  “I don’t know, man.  I still feel like…I…I can’t put my finger on it…but…” he sputtered, his voice now officially squeaky.

“Ah, we’re still on that, yeah?  If it makes you feel better, you look just right from my point of view, big guy,” Erik cooed, emphasizing the last part.  He reached down and gripped Ryan’s thick eight inches, still unchanged though it looked both bigger and smaller compared to the rest of the burly man’s beefy frame.  The impressive organ seemed longer than ever, but its heft had become much more manageable compared to the sea of flesh that now surrounded it.  Erik gave the oozing log one last tug before it was pulled from his grasp when Ryan’s reduction continued.  He’d already had to bend over slightly to grasp the eager organ, but now the comparatively towering brunette would have to make a concerted effort to reach the oversized cock.  Instead, he grabbed Ryan by the back of the head and pulled him close, his friend’s face now nuzzling against his hips.  “Come on…let’s go prove a point.”

Ryan hesitated, his miniaturized, meathead features looking more perplexed than ever.  He opened and closed his mouth several times as he took in the jutting shelf that had become his chest, and the beachball muscle-gut that nearly obscured the entire view of his seemingly mammoth cock.  Luckily the girthy organ and heavy balls were thrust forward by his oversized, pylon thighs, though the chunky limbs forced him into something closer to an awkward waddle than his previous saunter.  The ample globes that had become his ass certainly didn’t help with his balance, nor did the stubby, beefy arms that hung at a pronounced angle from his bowling ball shoulders.

By the time he reached the door frame again the tiny titan’s shocked expression had gone back to bashful embarrassment, his flushed face going a deeper shade of red when he saw the previous mark waiting for him exactly where it should have been.  “Why did I think it moved,” he sighed, rubbing his widened face with his shortened fingers.

“3’6”, just like always,” Erik nodded, lining up the tape measure.  “And your wallet says…?”

Ryan lumbered over and reached up to pluck his wallet from the edge of the counter, feeling for only a fraction of a second that the State ID should have been a driver’s license.  But then he remembered that he was too short to reach the pedals, and he’d never wanted to mess with something like hand controls.  “3’6”,” he squeaked, shrugging.  The motion swallowed what little neck remained, making it look as if his shaking head rested directly on the brawny ridge that was his lumpy shoulders.  “Well this is embarrassing.”

“Don’t sweat it, bud,” Erik said, his tone cheerful as he gazed down at the petite powerhouse.  “Did it help?”

“A little,” Ryan grinned, his burly arms reaching out and grabbing the sides of Erik’s briefs to tug them down.  He gripped the rigid cock when it sprang free and started pumping, a hungry look in his eyes.  “This’ll probably do the trick.”

Erik just sighed and stroked Ryan’s hair as the other man swallowed him and started bobbing his face back and forth, now only having to bend forward slightly instead of kneel.  The combination of his friend’s new look and new voice and eager new attitude almost pushed Erik over the edge on its own, but he was holding out for what he knew the other man really wanted.  “Why don’t we move this into the bedroom,” he asked after a few moments.  He couldn’t help but laugh when Ryan pulled his face away and did his best plodding, waddling jog to the taller man’s room.  He passed his own on the way, but he didn’t stop to appreciate the shorter tables and smaller bed and lowered dressers, nor did he take notice of the multiple step-stools now peppering the apartment.

And if he was bothered at all by the way he had to clamber up into Erik’s bed instead of dropping down onto it, it didn’t show.  He rolled over onto his back and grinned up at the taller man, his oozing log of a cock looking all the more massive as it stood like a pillar.  “How we doin’ this,” Ryan asked with an eager grin.

“You can be on top,” Erik said, lowering himself onto the bed next to his beefy little friend.  He ran a hand down Ryan’s firm, boulder-like build, taking a moment to tweak the pronounced new nipples and give the ample meat a rough squeeze.  He knew how much the other man loved bottoming, but the arrogant pretty-boy could never let himself fully enjoy it.  It would have meant admitting that someone else was important to the process, not just himself, as well as the possibility that they were viewing him as less-than for being on the receiving end.  Erik had specifically asked the Code Breaker to make sure that wall in particular crumbled, and based on the way Ryan’s burly new body practically vibrated with excitement, it clearly had.  “Oooof, you’re a dense little nugget, aren’t you,” Erik grunted when his friend hefted himself onto his midsection, pressing down on his lean frame like a muscled anchor.

“What can I say,” Ryan squeaked, beaming as he lubed Erik’s cock with a combination of their copious pre-cum.  “I like to think of it as a concentrated formula.”

The taller man only sighed in response, his hands latching onto his friend’s hulking thighs as Ryan lowered himself into place.  He had to remind himself that all of this actually was happening as he gazed up at the former Adonis who’d become a writhing, puny power-lifter.  The bucking beefcake on his lap gave himself over with a kind of wild abandon that the old, uptight Ryan never would have dreamed of, his almost helium cries echoing off the walls as he howled and flexed and squirmed.  His movements were more stilted and awkward due to the abundant muscle limiting his range of motion, but he quickly adapted his technique, and it wasn’t long before his comically large cock blasted all over the prone man.  It didn’t take much more for the sticky brunette to follow suit, drawing a final, chirping gasp from Ryan as he unloaded into the widened stud.

“Okay…okay…” Ryan grinned, his meaty little frame glowing as he scooted up and collapsed against Erik’s toned pecs.  “NOW I feel better,” he sighed, settling into his friend’s arms.

In all of the times they’d fooled around, Erik had never seen Ryan look so content afterwards.  His friend had always been the definition of “squirt and scoot,” vanishing the second he’d finished spraying whether his partner was done or not.  Now, the heavy little hunk didn’t appear to have any intentions of moving any time soon, and given his dense new shape, along with the sheer strength in his short, vice-like arms, that meant Erik wouldn’t be going anywhere either.

Not that he wanted to.  He was finally starting to have the same altered memories of his friend that everyone else did, clearly recalling how the scantily clad, fun-sized stud cheerfully scampered from partner-to-partner, eagerly embracing the perpetual size-difference that now existed between himself and the rest of the world as he showed off his unique proportions.  But remembering something and experiencing it were two different things, and Erik was much more interested in the latter at the moment.

“Glad I could help,” the thinner man said, loving how Ryan’s stubby new feet just barely reached his waist as they stretched out in bed.    “Anything else I can do for you while we’re at it?”

Ryan grinned and raised an eyebrow, his stubby hand gliding down Erik’s trim torso.  “Now that you mention it…”

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Voting Options

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Option 1: A pair of inseparable, immature jocks who constantly harass people are literally joined at the hip (merged).

Option 2: A greedy hunk only interested in his own pleasure has the tables turned and can’t get off himself until he’s gotten at least ten other guys off first (stripped, limp, top-to-bottom).

Option 3: An uptight, fastidious man who’s always critiquing neighbor’s lawn finds himself becoming a beefy, hairy mess (muscle growth, hairy, sweat).

Option 4: A smug stud who always brags about his “donkey dick” begins to literally embody the description, with his massive new cock always on display (cock growth, stripped).