Overcast, ch. 7: Cool Down (Patreon)

Jake knew he looked good.  His wavy, golden hair was perfectly in place, the buzzed sides accentuating his sparkling eyes, sharp features, and plump lips.  Likewise, the small orange harness framing his broad shoulders drew extra attention to the blonde’s bare, sculpted pecs and powerful arms, all of them emphasizing the tightness of the tapering waist below.  Jake’s impressive washboard pinched tight at his hips before his athletic frame expanded out again in a set of sturdy thighs and perky cheeks, with an impressively girthy package looming large in front.  The heavy equipment was currently housed in an orange jockstrap that matched the harness above, the straps of the underwear emphasizing his solid, ample rear the way the straps of the harness emphasized his plump, juicy pecs.  Swaying in time with the music, his precision-sculpted muscle flexing and writhing while he ran his hands along his smooth, tanned skin in an erotic display, Jake didn’t need Mark’s gawking expression as reassurance.  Nor did he need the obvious outline of his friend’s cock in his shorts to tell him that the other man was turned on.  Even if the spell hadn’t gone wrong, Jake never had to doubt whether or not his superior features were being admired by someone in the vicinity.  It wasn’t arrogance; it was an objective fact supported by twenty four years of lustful experience.  The magical misfire just made it clear to everyone else.

All Jake wanted was to make his life easier.  He worked as a model, and he’d hoped to kill two birds with one stone by cutting down on his prep work, while also maintaining his primped presence at all times.  The spell was only supposed to keep him looking fresh and fashionable, to wrap him up in the kinds of clothes he wore for photos but couldn’t actually afford himself.  Jake already knew he naturally looked good, but he wanted to look his best; he just didn’t have the resources to do so.  And while he could have spent the money he’d saved up for Casters Inc. on a new wardrobe, that would have only been a short term fix, a one-season solution that would have left him right back where he’d started in a few months.

Now, considering how wrong things had gone, Jake wondered if his decision had been foolish.  He wondered if his original desire being rooted in laziness and vanity had been the source of the magical miscommunication, but the people he’d spoken to on the Council of Caster Affairs had assured him that such subjective moral judgments didn’t impact a spell’s outcome.  Unfortunately, that had been one of the few assurances they’d been able to provide.

“Jake…I mean…what the hell, man?!”  Mark’s face was flushed, his eyes wide as they lingered on the gyrating jock.  “What the fuck just happened?  One minute you were wearing shorts and a tank-top, and then all of a sudden you’re dressed like…this…” he sputtered, feeling like he should look away but being entirely unable to do so.  His wiry face went a deeper shade when he looked down at his obviously tented shorts, though he made no move to cover himself.  The smaller man had lusted after his friend since the day they’d met, but with the endless attention Jake received, as well as the blonde’s Adonis status, the dark-haired twink had never even bothered to make the attempt.  Instead, he’d fantasized in private about the handsome hunk, with a recurring favorite being the image of Jake as a go-go boy bottom.  “You’ve been saying all afternoon that you needed me to help you test something.  I never thought you’d…I don’t even know how you…why am I just sitting here?!”

Jake responded by turning his back and dropping low, grinding his perky bubble against Mark’s rigid cock.  After a few moments of vigorous twerking, he righted himself and faced his friend, grabbing the back of the other man’s head and pulling it forward to press against the stuffed, twitching pouch of the jock.  Jake could feel himself going hard against Mark’s flushed face, and a part of him actually did relish every moment of what was happening.  He’d always thought his friend was cute, and if the other man had ever shown an interest he would’ve been happy to fool around, but now, thanks to the magic, Mark was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.  Only the bashful twink’s fantasy was keeping him from stripping the wiry, wide-eyed man bare, and that would be coming soon enough.  “Sorry,” Jake grinned, ruffling Mark’s raven hair before roughly shoving the other man back against the couch.  Now hard, he wagged and bounced his tented pouch, groping the long, rigid organ through the neon fabric.  “I know it wasn’t exactly fair of me to spring this on you.  But I had to see if it would work, and I didn’t want you knowing ahead of time in case that would’ve affected anything.  Hopefully I can make it up to you,” he purred, his arms and abs flexing as his hands framed the base of his tented pouch and waved it in Mark’s direction.

“You can start by telling me what the fuck ‘it’ is,” Mark said, his modest pecs heaving.  His face tingled from where Jake’s cock had hardened against it, the musky scent of the other man still lingering in his nose.  “Where have you even been the last few weeks?  You’ve been dodgy about that all day…I was worried!  You dropped offline, you barely respond to texts, no one’s seen you…what’s going on?”

“Remember how I told you I was going to pay a caster?  Well…here it is,” Jake said, hooking his thumbs in the waist of the jock and snapping the elastic for emphasis.  “And no, this isn’t what I intended.  It was supposed to hook me up with new clothes…keep me looking good, you know?  Photo ready at all times.  Instead, this happens,” he sighed, gesturing at himself.

“You randomly turn into a go-go boy,” Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jake shook his head and let out a short, humorless laugh.  “Not just a go-go boy, but it happens more than you’d think.  Well, maybe not more than YOU’D think,” he said, his smile growing when Mark’s face went a deeper shade.  “Dude, it’s fine.  Don’t be embarrassed.  Actually, yeah, maybe be embarrassed…you’re cute as hell when you blush.”

Mark clutched the couch cushions, overwhelmed to the point of vertigo.  “That…that still doesn’t explain why your clothes vanished as soon as we walked back into your apartment.”

“I still don’t understand all the details, but I guess some magical wires got crossed.  So instead of getting the clothes I want, I get the clothes OTHER people want…specifically the ones related to what turns them on.  Or at least that’s what the CCA people told me when they finally called me back,” Jake shrugged, slowly fishing his cock free.  He gave the proud organ a few strokes, his other hand toying with a solid little nipple while Mark watched.

“That’s…a lot,” the smaller man sputtered, referring both to what he’d just heard and what he was currently watching.  “So…why are you…” he hesitated, unsure how to ask the question.

“Doing all the things you’ve secretly wanted me to,” Jake finished for him, seductively biting his lower lip.  “Sorry!  I can’t resist.  Literally.  Not that I’d want to for you, though,” he purred, his sultry expression going sympathetic.  “I am sorry.  Honestly.  I hate to pry like this…that’s a big part of the problem, really.  I can’t become someone’s secret fantasy without stealing those secrets, whether they want me to or not,” Jake said, shaking his head.  With the initial shock of it all, it hadn’t occurred to him right away that it wasn’t just himself who was being impacted by the magic.  His clothes and behavior only shifted in response to someone else’s desire, and while they weren’t asking him if he was interested in becoming that thing, nor was he asking them if they wanted him to.  It was a kind of titillating telepathy, their secret desires pulled forth by mere proximity and made manifest by Jake’s muscular frame.

“Wait…so you’re saying I’M the one making you do all this right now,” Mark asked, alarmed.

Jake responded by dropping to the couch on his knees, straddling the smaller man and pinning him in place. He reached out and pulled Mark’s head back by his short, dark hair, grinding his cock against the wiry twink’s midsection in the process.  “No, no…don’t get it turned around,” Jake purred, his face hovering inches from his friend’s.  “I’m the one who knew this would happen.  I’m the one who put YOU in a compromising position.  But we both wouldn’t be doing this if you still didn’t want to…so I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s okay.”  There was a momentary pause before their lips met, followed by Mark raising his toned arms so that his shirt could be pulled free.

“But…but what about your life?  This just happens to you all the time?”  The thinner man shivered when Jake’s strong fingers found their way to his nipples, letting out a hissing gasp as he squirmed under his friend’s lustful gaze.  He was horrified by the implications of what he’d just heard, but that dread was mitigated by the tides of lust pulling him under.

“That’s the biggest problem,” Jake nodded.  “I thought I was going crazy at first.  I was at a gig modeling some dumb t-shirts, and next thing I know I’m on all fours with a muzzle over my mouth and a dildo sticking out of my ass like a tail.  All I’ve got on are some mitts, kneepads and a collar, but no one freaked out.  They all just kept going about their business while the photographer held onto my leash and took pictures of the others.”

Mark’s flushed face went pale.  “That sounds terrifying,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.  “What’d you do?”

“At the time I was too shocked to do anything.  I just went with it.  The photographer was this older bear of a dude, not bad looking, just not my type, but all of a sudden it was like I was in love.  We’re talking fully infatuated.  I was actually happy to be crawling around on a leash, even when he took me outside to piss in front of a busy sidewalk.  Then when we came back inside and he finally fucked me, it was like hitting a reset button.  I was back to my original outfit and everything.”  Jake trailed off, his aroused expression going distant.

“I don’t…really know what to say,” Mark offered, trying his best to wrap his head around everything he was being told.

“What’s there TO say?  I can’t be mad at the guy…he didn’t do anything.  Not really.  This fucked up spell got both of us.  He was just as weirded out and dazed as I was afterwards, and since I just thought I was going crazy, I got the fuck out of there and pretended like nothing happened.  I didn’t even think about the spell maybe being the cause of it all until shit got wild at the gym later that same day.  I was in the middle of my workout, and then all of a sudden I’m wearing this sheer bodysuit.  Like a singlet, or a woman’s bathing suit, and basically see through.  Instead of running for the lockers I just keep working out, only now I’m flexing and posing and getting hard right there on the floor.  But unlike the first time, I have no idea who’s thinking it.  No one came forward to take credit, so then I was just stuck like that for the next few hours, walking around like some horned up meathead in lingerie.  At that point I’d guessed the spell had gone wrong, but instead of going home like I should have, I made the mistake of going to Brad’s for help.  As soon as he opens the door…like, literally once he takes a single look at me…I’m suddenly wearing a backwards baseball hat and a blue thong, flexing and laughing like an idiot and saying ‘bro’ every other goddamn word,” Jake sighed before flashing a bashful grin.  “Don’t tell him I told you that.”

Mark’s expression was still stunned, even as his cock twitched at the thought of Jake acting like a dumb jock for the ginger giant.  “How did you even get home?”

“Well, first I fucked Brad senseless…big guy’s a secret bottom, apparently…and then things reset like before.  I was back to my original gym gear, so I got the fuck out of there as fast as I could.  It took some…trial and error…but I learned there’s a ‘cool down’ period,” Jake said, his own eyes momentarily going wide at the memories.  “I mean, I’ve always known that people think about me like that, you know?  But THEIR fantasies were never really MY business.  Now, though…fuck.  I’ve already done so much.  Been so much.  Diapers, bras and panties, boxers, leather, lycra, thongs, chains, ropes…there’s a reason I went off grid for a while.”

“So what changed,” Mark asked, letting his hands be guided to the straddling blonde’s firm bubble.

“I finally got in touch with the CCA people at Casters Inc..  I even called the BMR, but since this all went through proper channels they said there wasn’t anything they could do until the Council did their investigation.  Basically, the short version is that I’m stuck like this,” Jake said, his excited writhing a sharp contrast to the dour message.  “Even the CCA couldn’t undo the spell or untangle the magic.  The best they could come up with is a ring that can extend that cool down period, which is what you helped me test.  The good news is that it looks like it worked…we’ve been hanging out all afternoon and nothing changed until I took it off.  We were out in crowds and everything, too.”

Mark’s stomach fluttered as Jake slowly opened his fly and began rooting around inside.  “How long does it…extend…the period for?”

“Six to eight hours, depending on how many people are around.  It starts to vibrate about half an hour before it’s going to run out of juice, which is why I was kind of abrupt about us coming back here earlier.  We made it a full seven, which is a lot more than I got without it.  Hey, big guy,” Jake cooed, fishing the smaller man’s impressively long cock free.

“And when it runs out of juice…what happens,” Mark asked, biting back a groan as Jake started pumping.

The blonde Adonis shrugged, holding their cocks against each other and stroking them both at the same time.  They were evenly sized, but Mark’s looked huge against his wiry frame.  “The spell goes into effect again.  The magic is apparently what charges up the ring, so I actually need to let the spell do its thing if I want it to work.”

“Jake…I’m…I’m so sorry,” Mark said, his head spinning from the implications.  “And there’s nothing else they can do?  That anyone can do?”

The blonde leaned in for another kiss before shifting his weight and shoving his friend prone on the couch.  “Hey, it could be worse,” he said, tugging Mark’s pants and briefs fully free.  “I knew there’d always be a risk with magic.  And from what those CCA people told me, I got lucky.  There are some other people out there in a similar boat, only their whole bodies change.  At least my mess is mostly external.”  He let that sit for a moment before continuing.  “You know I’m not a ‘feel bad for myself’ kind of guy.  I’ll figure this out.  There are a lot worse things that can happen than having an exciting sex life.”

“If there’s anything I can do, just…” Mark broke off in a gasp when Jake leaned down and swallowed nearly all of his cock, vigorously working the aching log with his capable mouth.

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he purred after pulling his face free.  He slid back up into position and promptly impaled himself on Mark’s slick rod, letting out a low, lustful moan.  He folded his arms behind his head to show off his sculpted, flexing torso as he began rocking his hips, just the way he knew his friend wanted him to.  “With a little bit of planning, I think I can work around this.  Hell, it could even be fun.  Six to eight hours is still long enough for me to work most of my gigs, I just might need a little help setting up the schedule,” he winked.

“You…you just say the word and…I’ll be here…” Mark grunted, his hands locked on Jake’s meaty thighs.  At that moment, in the midst of living out a fantasy he’d had for years, he would have agreed to anything, even if it wasn’t a dream come true.

“I knew I could count on you,” Jake sighed, his lips curling in a mischievous grin as he started bouncing faster.  He tugged on his harness and flexed, his torso swaying while his lower half worked the prone twink like a third hand.  “Honestly, I’m eager to see what you come up with.  Being your private dancer was fun, but I’m sure you’ve got something more exciting rattling around in there.”

Mark arched his back and groaned, his eyes locked on Jake’s oozing organ.  He couldn’t wait for the shotgun blast that was coming, but he was slightly embarrassed by the realization that the blonde stud now knew about his secret desire for a facial.  “Oh, believe me,” he whimpered, his heart already racing in anticipation.  “I’ve got you covered.”

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Voting Options

Option 1: A rookie caster at Casters Inc. steals a more experienced coworker's spellbook, inadvertently increasing the local bear population when they get in over their head attempting a complicated spell. (hairy, weight gain, muscle growth)

Option 2: A seemingly young, hunky caster who’s actually been alive for centuries has to maintain his looks and body by absorbing those attributes from willing donors in exchange for magical services.  (muscle theft, cock shrink, shrinking)

Option 3: An uptight, by-the-books caster has a spell turned back on them in what was supposed to be a simple prank, but which instead leaves the original caster as a horny himbo with reality altering abilities and no inhibitions when it comes to using them. (muscle growth, cock growth, stripped, various)

Option 4: A caster who made a deal with an extra-dimensional being for more power has to regularly make good on their end of the bargain by “feeding” the entity fit young men, leaving them warped and twisted afterwards.  (shrinking, muscle growth, joined, multilimb)