Possibly Maybe (vignette) (Patreon)

** Rough sketch of an idea I wanted to get down while I had a chance. **

Scott was trying his best to keep things casual.  He knew how much Caleb enjoyed his strapping frame, and he hoped the sight of it would help soften the coming blow.  He untucked his shirt and popped the rest of the buttons, fully exposing the perfect pecs and well-muscled midsection underneath, the tanned skin offset by a light, bronze dusting.  Scott spent years as a carpet installer before meeting the other man and had always had a powerful physique, though, like the rest of his life, its transition from rugged to refined was due to Caleb’s unique abilities.  “I don’t want this to be any more difficult than it has to be,” Scott said, absently popping his fly.  He was fully willing to participate in a final hook up if that’s what the other man wanted, a part of him wanted that himself, as strange as that was to admit.  “But…I think it’s time for things to change around here.”

Caleb cocked his head as he watched the bigger man disrobe, a raised eyebrow the only shift to his otherwise flat expression.  He hadn’t even bothered to lift himself from the poolside chaise, his tight, lean frame still reclining in the afternoon sun.  Unlike Scott’s business-oriented attire, the toned twink was clad only in a small purple thong, the skimpy swimwear accentuating the physical differences between them.  While Caleb possessed an impressive amount of definition on his slender frame, he stood six inches shorter than the bronze-haired hunk’s 6’2”, and weighed in at a fraction of the other man’s muscled mass.  And although both of them would easily be considered attractive by most, Scott’s square-jawed, jock features were more handsome, whereas Caleb’s sharp, androgynous looks, complete with copper coif, sat closer to the “pretty” end of things.  “Is this your way of trying to kick me out,” the smaller man asked, his thin lips curling into a slight smirk.

Scott shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it onto a nearby chair, the loose, open waist of his slacks exposing a bright shock of the magenta underwear below.  “That makes it sound harsh.  It’s not like I’m kicking you to the curb with nothing to show for it.  I’ll make sure you’re taken care of,” he said, dropping down onto the chaise.

Caleb motioned around the expansive patio, giving his head a quick jerk towards the modest pool house that had served as his home for the last year.  Behind Scott, directly across from the compact building, was a looming, modern mansion, its glass walls glittering like a jewel atop the secluded hill that overlooked the sprawling estate.  “And what if I like it here?  What if I don’t want to go anywhere,” Caleb countered.

Scott’s bare torso flexed as he leaned forward, straddling the reclining man with a chiseled arm.  “I get that,” he said, flashing his brightest smile.  “But can’t you just start over with someone else?  You’ll have everything I give you, plus whatever they end up with.  Isn’t that better in the long run?”

“Everything YOU’LL give me,” Caleb repeated, tracing his fingers up Scott’s solid arm.  “You keep saying things like that.  YOU’LL set me up.  YOU’LL make sure I’m taken care of.  I think there’s been a fundamental misunderstanding of how this all works,” he said, his tone remaining as emotionless as his expression.

“Whoa, hey, don’t get me wrong.  I haven’t forgotten who made all this possible.  And I know I’ll never be able to fully repay you for that, but now that this is real…now that I’m out there living this life, I need to do that on my own,” Scott said, his smile going bashful.  “Our time together has been great…better than great, honestly.  I never thought I’d actually…” he trailed off and blushed, still uncomfortable to actually say out loud the things he and Caleb did together.  “It’s been great.  All of it.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Caleb cooed, sitting up so that he could run his hand along Scott’s broad shoulder.  “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh, come on,” Scott sighed, his free hand making its way to the other man’s trim waist.  “There has to be a way to turn this into a win for both of us.  What can I do?”

“Have you ever listened to a single word I’ve said,” Caleb asked with a short laugh.  “I’m not just being obstinate here.  That’s.  Not.  How.  This.  Works.  We made a pact.  A bond.  That’s what ties all this together.  I can’t just sever that and go start over with someone else like it’s nothing.  We had an agreement.”

“And I’ve honored that agreement in full this whole time.  I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted.  Money…men…ME,” he said, his gentle tone starting to slip.  “While I’m out there working every day, you’ve been lounging in luxury.”

“Let me stop you right there,” Caleb spat, slipping out from underneath Scott’s arm and hopping off the chaise.  He shoved the bigger man down with a surprising amount of force and tried to look imposing as he leaned in.  “YOU were the one who insisted on having that job.  I could’ve set it up so that you were living off investments, or a massive inheritance, or any other plausible reason.  But YOU were the one who wanted clout and a stupid title.  YOU wanted to be Mr. Bigshot, so that’s what I gave you.  Don’t come bitching to me about it now because it occasionally, and very occasionally I’ll add, requires you to do some work.  Sorry if that cuts into your precious ‘fucking my secretary at work’ time,” Caleb said, roughly tugging Scott’s pants down.

“Lisa’s not my secretary, she’s my assistant,” the bigger man huffed, grinning as he was left in nothing but the magenta bikini briefs.  It was a smug smile, fueled by the hope that his naked flesh would be enough to get him what he wanted the way it usually did.

“You mean she’s the one who does all the work,” Caleb said, rolling his eyes.  “Aren’t you worried about what’ll happen to her when it all goes away?”

“What?!  I’m not going to fuck it up.  I’m not actually an idiot,” Scott chided.

“Yes, yes you are.  Without the pact to hold it all together, do you really think you can run a…” Caleb sighed and trailed off, shaking his head.  “This is partially my fault.  I really should have been checking in with you more to make sure you weren’t losing the plot.”

“Okay, now you’re just being rude,” Scott pouted.

“A random, hunky carpet installer just happens to impress the retiring head of an investment firm so much that the guy leaves it to him?  That no one gives it a second thought because said investments just happen to strike gold?  That a perfect patch of real estate just happens to make itself available?  That you always happen to be in the exact right place at the exact right time?  You’re telling me you really think you’re personally responsible for all that?  For all this,” Caleb said, gesturing around the posh patio again.  “I’M the one who pulled those synchronicity strings for you.”

Scott knew the other man had a point.  Several points, actually.  He had just been a random, twenty-six year old laborer before all this.  He’d decided to skip college and enter the workforce, and while he didn’t regret that decision, he also wasn’t about to pass up a shortcut.  He enjoyed the physical nature of his work, it kep him in shape and active and he didn’t have to sit at a desk all day, but he didn’t enjoy the way he was looked down on.  That, more than anything else, is what really got to him.  He quickly grew tired of installing carpets in buildings full of people who literally stepped over him, who thought they were better than him simply because of a piece of paper.  He’d met Caleb through a chance encounter at a bar, although knowing what he now did about the other man, Scott wondered how much “chance” was actually involved.

From what he remembered Caleb saying when he’d actually bothered to pay attention, the other man’s magical abilities wouldn’t work on himself.  There was some kind of rule or something, a way to make sure that people with such abilities didn’t just run rampant.  And things had to be at least plausible.  It didn’t matter how ridiculously improbable they were, just so long as they weren’t a flat out impossibility.  As Scott had come to understand and benefit from, that left quite a bit of wiggle room.

The other catch was that Caleb needed some kind of connection with the person he worked the magic for.  Again, it kept things from getting too out of hand.  Scott couldn’t just pay the other man to whip up a new life in exchange for a small fortune and then move on; they both had to have some skin in the game.  That’s where their “arrangement” came into play.  Scott had joked in the beginning that it felt like dating, and in a way it was.  They had to get to know each other, to see if they’d even be compatible for something like this to work.  It helped that they were the same age and both were fairly laid back, but a certain level of intimacy would be required, and while Caleb had no problem with that, the predominantly-straight Scott had to be eased into the idea.  A few awkward makeouts and mutual handjobs later, though, and he began to warm up to the idea.  Caleb was better at giving head than any of the women who’d blown him over the years, and the wiry ginger’s tight hole gave the best pussy a run for its money.  For his part, Scott thought he’d struggle more with the idea of having another man’s dick in his mouth, but he was surprised to find it a pleasant experience.  Fun, even.  It was awkward and weird and uncomfortable, but his new friend made it easy.  And with the potential windfall awaiting them, Scott was all too happy to put his fat, virile log to use with a guy if that’s what it took.

He was still amazed by how easy it had been.  The job, the title, the money, the house; it all fell into place in what felt like mere days.  But, even with all the other amazing changes, his bodily transformation had been the most incredible.  He’d always had a brawny, beefy build, but all Caleb had to do was look at him and he became perfect.  Extraneous bulk turned into surgically sculpted muscle, his thick seven inches became a thick nine, and his rugged features took on a handsome, ageless quality.

For the most part, it had been a dream come true.  He and Caleb even lived largely separate lives.  It was the smaller man’s choice to take up residence in the pool house, which, to be fair, was nicer than most homes, and that let them maintain a respectful distance.  Scott was still free to hook up with as many women as he wanted, and Caleb was free to bring as many men around as he desired, with the stipulation being that they both needed to spend a certain amount of quality time together.

At first, Scott had found it fun and exhilarating.  He loved lounging naked around the estate with his perfect physique on display, eagerly fucking Caleb in each of the numerous rooms and around the sprawling grounds.  He’d found it kinky and exciting to strut around in whatever skimpy underwear the smaller man wanted him to wear, the feeling that he’d pulled off some cosmic heist only adding to his arousal.  He wasn’t stepped over or looked down on anymore.  People wanted him.  They wanted to be him.  He was a shredded stud with a title and respect and power.

It was that last part that had started to muddy the waters.  Scott felt in command and at the top of the food chain everywhere but his home.  Whenever Caleb was around, it only reminded him that none of it was actually real, or actually his.  Fucking his new friend started to feel like an obligation, like an embarrassing collar around his neck.  Strutting around the massive house in a neon orange jockstrap, or floating naked on a raft in the pool while Caleb watched, wasn’t fun anymore; it was humiliating.  He didn’t see it as “losing the plot” the way the other man described; he saw it as getting his due.  All of this was his and his alone, something he would have earned anyway even if Caleb hadn’t come along and sped things up.  It was insulting that the other man even thought he was good enough to be around him, let alone expect to actually be with him.  It needed to end.

“Look, Caleb,” Scott said, his patience waning.  “This isn’t really a request, alright?  It’s been a blast, and you did a hell of a job, but…”

“That’s all you think this was?”  the wiry ginger interrupted, the hurt starting to show on his sharp features.  “Even now?  After all our time together…you think this was just a transaction?”

“What else would it be,” the bigger man countered.

Caleb took a long, deep breath.  “I never thought we’d be a happy couple or anything, but I thought by now we’d at least be friends.  Where is this even coming from?  Did I get too clingy?  I’ve always given you your space…I’ve never forced you to do anything…hell, even this whole arrangement was voluntary.  But now you’re telling me to pack up and get out?  What the fuck?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Scott started.  “I just…”

“Be honest,” Caleb interrupted again, his eyes flashing. Scott froze for a moment, a sensation he hadn’t felt since Caleb’s makeover suddenly humming through him.  The other man always said he’d never used his abilities without Scott’s say-so, and now the bigger man knew that was true.  Or at least it had been.

“...I just can’t stomach another day of being chained to a freak like you.  I mean, look at this!  You’ve got me sitting out here in these panties, which I wear to make you happy, but that’s not enough?  You also think I should suck that tiny dick of yours?  Me?  It’s humiliating!  I’m the boss!  I’m in charge!  You’re the one living in MY pool house!  You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Scott roared, even as his stomach sank.  He could hear the harsh words spewing out of his mouth, he just couldn’t stop them.  “You should consider yourself lucky that I gave you as much access as I did.  Yeah, it was fun for a while, but that’s not me anymore and that part’s over.”

Surprisingly, Caleb’s expression softened.  The smaller man sighed and shook his head, giving Scott’s pecs a gentle pat.  “Again, this feels like my fault,” he said, his voice low.  “I should’ve seen this coming.  It was too much, too soon…like when someone wins the lottery and then just blows it all because they can’t handle it.  But it’s not too late!  We can still turn this around.”

Scott saw Caleb’s eyes flash again as he kept yelling. “Fuck you!  There’s nothing here to turn around in the first place.  You were a means to an end!  You thought we were friends?  I only acted like that so I could get you to…to…” the blustering brunette trailed off, the patio suddenly spinning around him.  He felt like the chaise had been thrown into the pool and he was bobbing on the waves, unmoored and off balance.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You THINK you mean that now, but I know the original Scott I met is still in there somewhere.  We just need to get rid of all this baggage,” Caleb said, his tone sympathetic.

Scott huffed in silence for a moment before the changes finally started to register.  “Wait…what are you…what did you just do…” he asked, his eyes going wide when he noticed that his muscled legs didn’t stretch as far on the chaise. There were other, subtle differences as well, like Caleb looming slightly larger than he should, and his stuffed bikinis feeling looser.

The lean ginger took the sputtering stud by the hand and pulled him into the pool house.  “Come on…you should watch.  I know how much you enjoyed your transformation the first time.”

“Fuck!  What the fuck,” Scott cried when they reached the mirror.  His suspicions had been confirmed on the quick walk, he knew he was getting somehow smaller, but seeing his and Caleb’s reflections standing the same height nearly knocked him off his feet.  He frantically inspected himself and found that his overall proportions hadn’t changed, there were simply less of them with each passing moment.

The now-taller man put a hand on Scott’s back, gently rubbing the ample muscles as he spoke.  “Our bodies are crazy.  All those microscopic cells and our DNA and the genetic mysteries just waiting to be unlocked.  It’s not at all likely, but also not impossible that someone could suddenly have a weird reaction…that their body could decide to reverse course and grow in the opposite direction.  That’s technically called shrinking, right?”  Caleb moved his hand up to tousle Scott’s hair as the top of the other man’s head reached his shoulders.  He’d shrunk enough that the loose bikinis finally gave up and landed at his ankles, revealing a heaping, unaltered package that looked comically large already.  “Not everything has to shrink, though.  I enjoy the big guy far too much to let that go,” he laughed, Scott’s head now reaching his toned pecs.

“Ca..Caleb…wait…we can…we can…” the shrinking stud squeaked, his face going red when he heard his altered voice.  “We can talk about this!  I take it back…you don’t have to…”

“It’s also not out of the question that, after going through such a dramatic change, someone in your little shoes would process things differently.  I wouldn’t be surprised at all if that person became almost overwhelmingly turned on being around guys who were bigger than them.  Which is just about everyone, really.”

Scott gasped, his comparatively monstrous cock surging when the terror he’d felt at being eye level with Caleb’s midsection turned to something else entirely.  He couldn’t tell for sure, but, knowing how tall his now-bigger friend was, the shrinking hunk guessed himself to be below the five-foot mark.  Instead of dreading that, however, the thought made him quiver.  Scott was still mortified at the thought of his strapping physique being reduced to fun-sized proportions, of how he’d once again be looked down on by everyone, but now the idea made him ache.  He wanted to be looked down on.  He wanted to be stepped over.  He wanted those bigger men to stare and smirk and lord their size over him.

“Change like that would also probably bring out someone’s submissive side,” Caleb continued.  “After all, they don’t have as much weight to throw around, do they?  Finding themselves so small after so many years of being so big…they might even like it.”

Scott groaned, the embarrassment flooding his reduced frame suddenly acting as fuel for his blazing lust.  He knew what was happening, knew what Caleb had done, but like a switch being flipped he no longer cared.  “What…what do I do…now…” he sputtered, his stomach fluttering when his hand failed to close around his fat, now-oversized log.  The whole-body humming had stopped, meaning the changes had as well, leaving him staring at Caleb’s stomach instead of looking down at the other man.  As when the changes had started, Scott’s strapping proportions remained unaltered, with his nine-inch log and churning balls being the sole holdover from his former shape.  “How…how will people react to…to this…” he stuttered, finding it difficult to even speak in the other man’s presence.

“They’ll get used to it, just like you,” Caleb shrugged, reaching down to stroke Scott’s soft, bronze hair.  “Lisa runs the place anyway, so you being out on “medical leave” for a few months won’t change anything.  I’m honestly curious to see how everyone reacts to the new you myself.”

“Curious” wasn’t the word the shrunken stud would have used, but what he wanted or would have done now took a back seat to Caleb’s wishes.  To everyone’s wishes.  “I’m…I’m sorry about earlier…about what I said.  I don’t know what I…”

“Hush,” Caleb said, looking down with a gentle smile.  “We can have that conversation later when your head’s had some time to clear.  I’m not mad, though.  Power can make a person do some crazy things, right?”

Scott nodded, oblivious to the mocking tone in his friend’s voice.  He was just happy to hear that Caleb wasn’t mad.  Anything other than that - his future as a horny, horse-hung little hunk, his squeaky voice, his shifted demeanor, his new desires - didn’t matter.  “Do you want me to…make it up to you,” he asked, marveling at how large the other man’s bulge suddenly seemed as he gave it a squeeze.

“I certainly won’t say no,” Caleb sighed, already looking forward to what it would feel like to have the tiny top hammering into him.  “We can get me moved into the big house after that.  You’ll probably need some help up there from now on.”

“Great!” the eager little hunk chirped, wrapping his stubby arms around Caleb’s lower half.  The implication, that Scott could no longer reach many of his possessions, that none of his clothes fit, that he couldn’t reach the kitchen counters to cook, went over his head completely.  All he heard was that his friend would be around to tell him what to do, and that was more than enough.