Overcast, ch. 6: To Be Seen (Patreon)

Aaron’s ripped frame shook with frustration.  The dark-skinned stud wasn’t used to feeling helpless, which, if the letter in his trembling hands was to be believed, is exactly where he now found himself.  It had been weeks since the disastrous casting turned his world upside down, weeks since he’d worn pants or left the house, and now the people that were supposed to help him instead said that there was nothing he, or they, could do.  As with any procedure, medical, metaphysical, or otherwise, sometimes things just went wrong, the letter read.

“Fuck!”  Aaron slammed his fist onto the counter, his well-built upper body flexing as he pressed the knuckles of both hands against it and leaned forward, struggling to compose himself.  Powerful arms inflated, plump pecs went tense, and the ample muscle between his broad shoulders popped off his back, presenting an intimidatingly erotic display.  With his athletic build and chiseled features, the naked hunk was objectively gorgeous.  His bright eyes and easy smile lit up a room, his deep voice effortlessly alternating between charming and commanding.  His overwhelming presence made him fast friends wherever he went, be it the board room or the locker room, and the striking stud had left a legion of devastated women in his wake when he’d come out during college a few years earlier.

But their loss was Bobby’s gain.  A tanned, handsome face peeked through the nearby threshold, a bushy eyebrow raised.  “Everything okay in here,” he asked, his own sharp features a mask of concern.  Unlike Aaron’s deep brown complexion, the normally pale young man sported a light bronzing, a side-effect of the solidarity he’d been showing his frustrated lover.  He trotted over when he saw just how frustrated the other man was at the moment, his lean, naked frame looking small compared to Aaron’s exposed bulk.  Considering that Bobby only stood a few inches shorter at 5’10”, and that his athletic physique sported its own tapering torso, complete with chiseled arms, prominent pecs, and an impressive washboard, making him look tiny was no small feat.  “What is it?  What’s wrong,” he asked, reaching out and squeezing Aaron’s brawny upper arm.

“Those CCA assholes finally got back to me,” the bigger man grunted, his eyes still locked on the table.  Things would be set into motion if he looked up at Bobby’s boy-next-door face and tight, naked frame, and he wasn’t ready for that.  Not yet.  At the moment, he wanted to feel the anger, to feel something other than the aching need that had become his default state.

“I’m going to go ahead and assume the news wasn’t good,” Bobby said, his tone gentle.  “Wait…where did that letter even come from?  Didn’t the mail already…” he trailed off, his brown eyes going wide when he saw the pile of elastic and fabric at the other end of the counter.  “Uh…do I even want to know what that is?”

Aaron closed his eyes and sighed, his shoulders finally slumping.  “What’s the point of even having a Council of Caster Affairs if they can’t fucking do anything,” he spat, balling the letter in his fist.  The paper was thick, nearly parchment, wadding like a towel between his strong fingers.  “They can magic a letter and a harness into my goddamn house, but they can’t put my dick back the way it was?”

“Oh, baby, I’m sorry,” Bobby said, his hand sliding down and coming to a rest just above Aaron’s meaty rear.  He reflexively looked down at the other man’s impossible new endowment, the trunk-like hose twitching at his touch.  “Did they at least tell you what happened?”

Aaron shook his head.  “Not really.  They just repeated the same bullshit from the initial paperwork…even for the most ‘experienced caster’, magic can sometimes be ‘unpredictable’,” he said, emphasizing with air quotes.  “It says they did a review and didn’t find any intentional malfeasance, or that the caster fucked up.  I guess the universe just wanted me to be a freak,” he groaned, stepping back from the counter to allow room for his girthy beast to expand.  Aaron swayed on his original pair of sturdy legs while the third new one surged to life, leaning into Bobby’s hand on his lower back for support as the intense arousal slammed into him like a wave.  Soft, his altered member now hovered around eighteen inches.  Hard, it topped out at an obelisk-like twenty six, to say nothing of the massive, churning orbs that hung below.

“Hey now,” Bobby gently chided.  “What’d I say about that word?”

“What else are you going to call this?!”  Aaron grabbed the rigid pillar with both hands and hefted it upright, wedging it between himself and the counter.  At full mast it was bigger around than his upper arm when flexing and physically painful if left unsupported while standing, though the stunned stud didn’t relish being face to face with the shiny, bulbous head that now loomed at eye level.  Nor did he relish what he wanted to do with it.  As the warm, fleshy pole pressed against the smooth skin of his torso, it took all of Aaron’s willpower not to wrap his muscled arms around it and start writhing.  He wanted nothing more than to reach out with his tongue and lap at the soon-to-be-oozing monstrosity, to tilt his head forward and run it through his short, soft hair.

“There’s always ‘unique’,” Bobby offered, resisting the same urges as his lover.  His own impressively possible seven inches had sprung to life, serving as a reminder for how all of this started.  Against his lean, sculpted frame, the dark-haired hunk’s endowment looked massive, perfectly complementing Bobby’s above-average build.

Aaron, on the other hand, had always felt himself lacking in that regard.  Despite his striking features and strapping frame, the gorgeous young man had previously topped out at barely five inches.  Considering the rest of his sizable build and above-average height, the lackluster equipment seemed all that much smaller by comparison.  Aaron had always made it work, and he’d never had any complaints, but he’d always longed for a larger package.  He wanted to fully fill out his briefs and jocks, to strut around the locker room without having to make a joke before someone else did.  He wanted to be able to give Bobby’s perky bubble the pounding it deserved, not the meager poking he’d been stuck with.

Finally at his breaking point, he’d turned to Caster’s Inc.  Aaron had already done quite well for himself right out of college, with a fortunate financial startup leading to a cake position at an established firm that let the money roll in with a minimal amount of effort on his part.  Coupled with some wise real estate investments, the handsome hunk was set for life by his 28th birthday.  So while the price tag was as hefty as the equipment he’d hoped to acquire, Aaron paid it happily.  It was expensive, but he wasn’t about to turn to the underground or an off-market caster when his life was on the line, especially if he didn’t need to.  He’d heard plenty of horror stories about people who had, but he never imagined that he’d still wind up as one of them regardless.

The caster had come to the house and performed the ritual exactly as described, only the outcome was far from expected.  Instantly, Aaron’s cock had rocketed from five inches, to nine, to twelve, all the way up to its current, heaping size.  To make matters more alarming, the inflated beast had been so sensitive at first that just brushing against it was enough to push Aaron over the edge, causing the spasming hunk to erupt like a literal geyser.

The caster had been properly horrified and had done their best to try and set things right, but neither they, nor their manager, could undo the damage.  That left Aaron on a “medical leave” from work for several weeks, stuck naked and hard at home, his unwieldy beast popping off like a ruptured hydrant at a moment’s notice, while the Council of Caster Affairs “reviewed” his case and tried to fix things.  The CCA was made up of supposed experts, the best of the best, who acted as both clean up crew and the closest thing to an arcane judiciary outside of the Bureau of Magic Regulation.  While the BMR approached things externally, the CCA was more like the Internal Affairs departments within traditional law enforcement.  It was made up of people who lived the life and did the work, people who were more versed in the subtleties and strange tides of magic than mundane government bureaucrats.  If someone purposely did something nefarious, the BMR would have to be involved.  But if someone accidentally did something wrong, the CCA would determine exactly where the mistake occurred and make sure it never happened again.  If they could, they’d fix the damage, and if they couldn’t, they’d at least find ways to mitigate it as much as possible.

Aaron was far from thrilled to be left with mitigation as his only option.  He’d been holding out hope that things would finally be set right, that his lover’s insistence that everything would work out would finally come to pass.  Bobby had been a saint throughout the entire process, doing his best to keep everyone’s spirits up and never once showing an ounce of disgust at his lover’s impossible new proportions.  If anything, the charming hunk seemed to be enjoying their circumstances, happily shucking his own clothes as long as Aaron couldn’t wear any either.  He simply rolled with the constant, cummy fountains he found himself spattered with, even the unintended ones that occurred while they slept.  But while Aaron was eternally grateful for the dark-haired pretty-boy’s adaptability, he hated that it was, and would continue to be, necessary.

“Haircuts are ‘unique’,” the disappointed stud sighed, reaching out to tousle Bobby’s raven coif.  “Sprouting a third leg where your dick should be, not so much.”

“Would it make you feel better if we asked them to give me one too,” the smaller man offered with a grin.  “You thought we turned heads before?  Just wait.”

Aaron couldn’t help but return Bobby’s smile.  He didn’t doubt the charming hunk’s sincerity, or that his lover would enjoy the attention.  Neither of them were arrogant about their looks, but both were well aware of how many eyes landed on them when they showed up at the beach or the pool together in nothing but bright, matching speedos.  Nor were they oblivious to the crowds that congregated around them when they shucked their shirts on the dancefloor.  But while Aaron had always enjoyed the attention his body brought him, he’d never imagined having that turned against him.  “You WOULD do that, wouldn’t you,” Aaron sighed, shifting his massive member aside so that he could lean in and give his lover a quick peck.

“Anything for my man,” Bobby said, tilting his face to the side so he could return the gesture to Aaron’s other head.  He worked his soft, plump lips along the underside, immediately eliciting a steady oozing from the fleshy pillar.  “We’d REALLY make a mess around here, though.”

Aaron blushed as the warm liquid trickled down and landed at his plump pecs, the glistening stream slipping between them to waterfall through the defined ridges of his abs.  “This is…what I’m talking about…” he grunted, needing every ounce of willpower to keep himself composed.  “It’s not just the size…it’s shit like this!  If I was wearing a shirt it’d be soaked already, and the best they can do is offer to make this seem normal?!”

Bobby pulled his lips away and stepped back, cocking his head.  “Wait…what?  How would that even work?”

“Search me,” Aaron shrugged, wincing as the musky river running down him grew thicker.  “But they said it’s the best they can do.  Since they can’t undo the damage, they can apparently make it so that everyone sees…this…as normal.  Or at least close to it.  They also said it’ll come with a settlement that more or less guarantees neither of us would ever have to work another day in our lives.”

“I mean…that’s something,” Bobby offered.  The thought of lounging around their luxurious house, spending his days in the sun by the pool with his one-of-a-kind companion was far from a bad outcome in his mind.

Aaron was less convinced.  “No!  Think about it…they’re saying I’ll still be walking around with this thing hanging out all the time.  That’s what that fucking harness is for,” he barked, jerking his head towards the pile of fabric.  “Like a sports bra for my monster dick.  That way I can walk around with my balls out leaking all over the place in public.  Lucky me.”

“But…if everyone thinks it’s normal, they won’t know anything’s wrong…”

“I’ll know!”  Aaron interrupted.  “I’ll still know I’m walking around with my freakish junk on display.  Everyone will see everything all the time, whether I want them to or not.”

“Lucky them,” Bobby shot back, refusing to budge.  “Baby, I’m not going to pretend like I know what you’re going through.  I honestly don’t know how I’d react either if someone told me I had to walk around with my hard dick out all the time.  But what’s the other option?  We stay shut in the house forever?  Sounds to me like they’re saying you’re only a freak if YOU choose to be seen that way.”  Bobby stepped forward again, wedging the leaking monster between them as he wrapped his arms around Aaron.  “Look…I understand this isn’t the way you wanted things to turn out, but I thought you were perfect the way you were before, and I think you’re perfect now.  So you tell me what you want to do and we’ll do it.  If you want to keep trying to undo this, then that’s what we’ll do.”

Aaron bit back a whimper, both at the sensation of Bobby squirming against him and at the other man’s words.  He was mortified at the thought of what the future held, at what it would feel like to be walking around in public so exposed, but the knowledge that he wouldn’t be doing so alone made things bearable.  “No…no…you’re right,” Aaron finally sighed.  “It’s just…a lot.”

“It sure is,” the dark-haired hunk grinned, bending so that he could run his tongue and both hands up along the other man’s sensitive shaft.  He laughed at Aaron’s wide eyed spasming, the sight of the other man’s building frenzy turning him on like nothing else.  “Now turn around.”

“MMMMNNNNnnhhhh…” Aaron moaned when Bobby dropped to his knees, bending forward and clutching his oversized cock against himself while the other man began vigorously lapping at his sensitive hole.  He’d always been a top, but since his unintended growth spurt he and Bobby had switched positions, with each of them discovering how much they enjoyed their new roles.  “To think you…were wasting…all that talent…before…” Aaron grunted.

“I know, right?  And to think you had such a tasty pussy this whole time,” Bobby said with a smug grin as he climbed to his feet and gave Aaron’s meaty, ample cheeks a rough swat.  “What?  I thought tops were supposed to be all butch or whatever,” he shrugged when he saw the other man’s surprised expression.

Aaron just laughed and pressed back with his rear.  “I’m into it.”

“No, I’M into it,” Bobby purred, scooping a handful of Aaron’s copious fluid to use as lube.  With a quick pop of his trim hips he was inside, his perky bubble dimpling as he started thrusting.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUCK,” Aaron moaned, letting out a series of short, sputtering gasps when Bobby’s arms reached around and joined his own on his aching monster.  With four hands simultaneously working the sensitive shaft and kneading the churning bowling balls below, all while Bobby’s thick rod lit him up from the inside, Aaron could almost bring himself to believe that things had worked out for the best.  Either way, at the moment he was more than happy to serve as Bobby’s groaning, gargantuanly girthed power bottom.

As worked up and sensitive as he was, Aaron came long before his thrusting lover.  Multiple times, in fact, leaving both of them and much of the room a slick, slippery mess.  With his own impossible eruptions coating him from head to toe, and Bobby’s hot load trickling out of his battered hole and down the insides of his thighs, Aaron was surprised to find his hesitation still absent.  He’d expected it to return as soon as the overwhelming release began to fade, but, as he lingered in Bobby’s arms, his resolve remained unchanged.

“And we’re sure about this,” he asked, grabbing a nearby paper towel to wipe his hands and a section of the counter clean.  The thick parchment of the crumpled letter was cum spattered and stained, smearing sections of the ink as if it had been caught in the rain.  “According to this, it’s a done deal once I sign.”

Bobby ran a hand through his cum-slick coif and nodded.  “I’m in if you are.  Like I said…no pressure, baby.  However you want to handle this is the way we’ll do it.”

Aaron grabbed a pen and signed before he could try and talk himself out of it, both of them letting out a gasp when the letter glowed a bright gold and then vanished.  “Well…I guess that’s that,” Aaron said with a shocked laugh.  “How do we know if it worked?”

He didn’t like Bobby’s mischievous grin.  “One way to find out.  Don’t worry…we’ll start slow.  I’m thinking we clean up, then we strap you in and go for a walk?  If that goes well, we can graduate to a coffee run. Oh!  Then maybe the grocery store?  We haven’t been to the club in forever either!  Maybe we can…”

Aaron shrugged and let Bobby pull him along to the shower while the other man rattled off a growing list of places they needed to go.  The overly hung hunk wasn’t nearly as excited, but he’d at least pretend.

And maybe Bobby was right?  Based on the vibrant buzz still humming through his strapping frame, along with the thought of finally leaving the house, regardless of his exposure, Aaron started to think that maybe things really had worked out for the best.