John(ny), pt. 1 (Patreon)

Johnny hurried down the hall as fast as his short, slender legs would carry him, his dainty feet tapping out a light patter on the smooth floor.  Even after so many months he’d yet to adjust to the way his fat little rear would bounce and ripple with the slightest motion, and how odd it felt to have his petite package poking against his tiny briefs instead of lugging around a pouch stuffed to capacity by a long hose and girthy balls.  He still expected to feel his absent pecs bounce as he trotted, and for the arms swaying at his sides to hang thick and heavy, not slim and shapeless.  Johnny thought that by now he’d be used to how big everything seemed, that the opulent estate wouldn’t constantly feel like it was looming over his compact, five-foot frame.  Instead, every day felt like the first one all over again.  He still did a double take whenever he passed a reflective surface and caught sight of his smooth, androgynously pretty features, and he constantly had to remind himself that the soft, light sound he heard was actually his own voice.

Nor were the internal alterations settling any easier than the external.  Johnny still couldn’t believe how turned on he became just being around another man, and how eager he was to do whatever they wanted him to.  Nothing was too embarrassing or debasing, especially if it meant he got to plant his plump cheeks on top of their undoubtedly larger cocks and go for a ride.  Far from dreading the inevitable size difference, he relished it, loving how easily his lithe little body could be manhandled and tossed around.  It was nothing like his strapping, 6’4” physique, the burly, bearded body that seemed lightyears away from his current proportions.  That person was a hung, copper-haired hunk, a jock through-and-through whose above-average size made him a natural at hefting weights, sprinting across fields, and throwing balls of all shapes and sizes.  He had a deep, smooth voice and a confident, charming swagger that made him a hit with the boys in the locker room and a sought after commodity with the ladies in the bedroom.  He certainly wasn’t a horny, submissive power bottom eager to be used and humiliated.

Johnny still couldn’t believe he’d gotten himself into such a mess in the first place.  He had a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that wizards were even real to begin with, let alone that he’d been caught in the clutches of one.  His current circumstances had initially felt like an extreme overreaction to their precipitating event, though the more time he’d spent in his new life, the more Johnny began to appreciate their true impact.  Not being the biggest, straightest, most hung guy in the room had caused the once-smug stud to develop the beginning shreds of empathy.  Now, Johnny could understand how his thoughtless homophobic “jokes” at the stranger’s expense could be more harmful than he’d anticipated, and after spending many hours with a dick in his mouth, “funny” wasn’t the word he’d use anymore regardless.  While no one who knew him would have described the towering jock as a monster, the phrase “casual bully” wouldn’t have been argued with much force.  He hadn’t intended any real harm when making his drunken comments about his new friend that night at the bar, but intentions didn’t absolve consequences.

The relationship between cause and effect was one that Johnny had come to ponder more and more since waking up that first morning in his new body.  He’d been horrified to open his eyes on a withered frame and a world that seemed to have grown around him, with only hazy memories of eagerly following David home the previous evening as his previous self.  He’d felt scared and small and weak, and, though it took a while to sink in, more than a little aroused.  Since then, he’d begun to wonder if David hadn’t seen something about him that he’d yet to see for himself, and if he’d worked his magic for a reason, making his true intentions, and their resulting consequences, hard for Johnny to decipher.  After all, as long as he did what David told him to, which he was largely eager and willing to do anyway after his transformation, it wasn’t as if the older wizard treated him poorly.  He got to lounge in a sprawling estate and take full advantage of the deceptively aged hunk’s vast wealth.  True, he normally did so while scantily clad, regardless of who might be over for a visit, but Johnny had come to see that as part of the fun.

And he still spent plenty of time as John.  When he’d done what David asked, or after a long, lustful weekend, the salt-and-pepper sage would produce the crimson crystal that housed the younger man’s true form, causing the trim little twink to inflate back to his previous proportions.  As he stretched skyward and reclaimed his stolen inches, shoulders would broaden, flattened pecs would puff and swell, while arms, legs, and cock would all expand as his minuscule balls bloated and dropped.  Johnny’s smooth skin would weather slightly while John’s sparse layer of copper fur sprouted like weeds across his now-muscled physique, finally coming to rest as a trimmed beard coating his widened jaw.  With the return of his body and his deep, smooth voice, the reborn beefcake’s desires would follow a similar trajectory, his eager, submissive tendencies and overwhelming attraction for other men locked away in the crimson facets along with his slender, alternate self.

Any relief John had felt after the initial resumption of his strapping frame had quickly fled when he’d learned the hard way that proximity wasn’t required to affect the transformation.  David had told him when to return but the arrogant hunk had ignored the command, barely darting from the gym in time when his body had begun to shrink.  All he’d had left was a draping tank-top that fit him like a gown by the time he’d reached his car, and it had only taken that one teachable moment for John to learn his lesson.  The threat of being warped into a bottom-heavy little boy-toy at a moment’s notice was a potent one, so if David told the towering hunk to swap out his boxer briefs for a magenta jockstrap, or told him to go to the bathroom wherever he was and send a jerkoff video, John made sure to comply.  With his more reserved, rigid viewpoint it was harder for him to view the commands with as much excitement as Johnny did, though the handsome ginger was slowly starting to come around.  He’d even started to wonder what it would be like to fool around with David, or some of the wizard’s friends, in his bigger body, with its heftier endowment, and what it would feel like to be taken as the bigger one for a change.

If he didn’t hurry, he might not get a chance to find out.  He was running late, and failing to follow through as instructed typically resulted in more time spent as his diminutive double.  David had told him to come to his study nearly an hour ago, but Johnny had fallen asleep by the pool, basking in the warmth of the morning sun on his naked, curvy frame.  The older man had kept him up late with an ecstatically exhausting evening of pure, carnal pleasure, and the fact that the muscled mage wasn’t equally tired was yet another sign of the wizard’s magical abilities.  As he rounded the corner to the study he saw David’s brawny, brief-clad frame looking fit and fresh in front of a bookcase, and it occurred to Johnny that he wasn’t actually certain he wanted to be swapped out for John at the moment.

“Omigod, David, I’m so sorry,” Johnny sputtered, winded in a way that his other self wouldn’t have been after the relatively short sprint.  “I, like, totally fell asleep out there.”

“Excuses, excuses,” the older man tutted.  David’s sly grin made Johnny quiver, the scruffy, salt-and-pepper stubble accentuating the sharpness of his distinguished features.  With a wavy head of similarly shaded hair, the scantily-clad caster looked like a runway model mixed with one of John’s childhood football coaches, simultaneously rugged and refined.  He was bulky but defined, sporting a sparse pelt that was just thick enough to accentuate his abundant masculinity without tipping the scales, a trait shared by his girthy, imposing package.  The stuffed bulge of the purple briefs was filled to capacity by a wide hose and a set of heavy balls, both of which Johnny had become intimately familiar with.  “Do we need to teach someone a lesson?”

Johnny wanted to say that he hoped so, but instead he just blushed and went hard under David’s bright, stern gaze, his meager cock rocketing to attention.  “If I need to learn,” he finally sputtered, his voice almost a whimper.

David reached out and ran a hand through Johnny’s hair, his brawny arm as large as one of the smaller man’s thighs.  “Always an eager student,” he purred, his other hand drifting low to tweak the scrawny ginger’s little rod.  “To think how far you’ve come in such a short time.”  Johnny gasped and ground his cock against David’s hand, his own nimble fingers finding their way to the elastic of the older man’s briefs.  “No.  Not like this,” the wizard said, his tone gentle as he shook his head.  “You DO still need to learn, I’m afraid.”

Johnny’s stomach dropped despite David’s smile.  Part of his anxiety centered on being denied access to the thick, luscious organ he so desperately wanted to get his hands on, but the rest was focused on the sheer number of possible “lessons” the wizard could have in mind.  When the crimson crystal appeared and Johnny saw the phantom image of a naked John floating inside, his nervousness only grew.  Lessons for Johnny still felt separate, as if they were happening to someone else, but when they happened to John it was harder to focus on anything other than the embarrassment that would inevitably follow.  So when the smooth-skinned twink started to inflate, as familiar fur sprouted on his face and absent muscle blossomed across his body, the reemerged jock braced himself for the worst.

It took a moment after he’d reached his former shape and size for John to realize that something was off.  As he stood in a daze, absently running a hand through the sparse fur that coated his solid pecs, he didn’t understand why it all felt so wrong.  Until he focused on David.  John gasped, his thickened, lengthened seven inches throbbing as he gawked at the grinning hunk.  “Wai…wait…why do I…I still feel so…” the addled jock sputtered, finally recognizing that he was still as painfully aroused by the sculpted sorcerer as he had been moments before.  Normally when he transitioned from Johnny to John those feelings faded into the background, but now, if John closed his eyes and stood still he wouldn’t have been able to tell anything had even happened at all.  “I’m, like, still so turned on,” he said, his face going crimson when he heard the unfamiliar words rumbling out in his deep voice.

“As you should be,” David nodded, giving John’s thick club a long, slow stroke.  The ginger jock’s knees nearly buckled, the sensation of the older man’s hand on a cock that wasn’t thin and short striking him as entirely unfamiliar.  Every time he’d been with David, or any other man, he’d done so as a big-bottomed twink, not as a strapping hunk.  “I think it’s about time we start tearing down these walls you’ve built.”

“But…but I like, didn’t build…” John stopped and shook his head, forcing himself to abandon Johnny’s manner of speech.  “I didn’t build anything,” he said, carefully enunciating the words.  “I’m what YOU made me.”

“See?  Lessons to be learned,” David sighed, tracing a finger through the copper dusting on John’s chest. “Tardiness I can tolerate…willful ignorance, not so much.”

Though he now stood a few inches taller than the older man, John felt smaller than ever as a shudder ran through him.  David’s presence seemed suddenly magnified, his mere proximity making the bearded beefcake’s cock ooze.  “What…what did you just do,” he groaned, unable to keep from groping himself.  The sensation of kneading a plump pec and stroking a thick cock while someone watched, actions that had become all too familiar to Johnny, was entirely foreign to John.  The blushing jock felt himself go crimson from head-to-toe, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Training wheels,” David said, his eyes fixed on the writhing hunk.  “A little magical lubricant for those friends of yours to recognize your inner ‘Johnny’.  They’ll see right through this shell and should act accordingly.”

“But…but what does that even mean?  I’m…I’m, like, NOT him,” John whined, too worked up to keep his speech in check.  The thought of acting like Johnny in his current shape, of being used by his friends the way strangers used his twinkish twin, was mortifying.  It was also incredibly, confusingly arousing.  With unfamiliar thoughts of his brawny self bouncing on one of his roommates’ laps, of his towering, muscled frame prancing around the house in nothing but a pair of bright little underwear, John erupted like a shotgun.  He tried to recall curvy, feminine forms as he sprayed, to muster even a shred of the regular arousal he normally felt in his current body, but only Johnny’s cock-hungry cravings remained.  “Oh…omigod…” he panted, dropping to his knees.  David’s buff frame looming over him once again felt entirely right, even as the sensation of his muscled rear resting against equally muscled thighs, of a long, heavy cock and churning balls softening between them, felt foreign and wrong.

“I’m eager to hear how things go,” the older man said, giving John’s ginger scalp a rough tousle.  “You’ll find your clothes waiting in the bedroom.”

“When…when do you want me back,” John asked, slowly climbing to his feet.

David shrugged.  “You’ll know.”

John wanted to ask for clarification, but he knew better.  David had already turned back to a bookshelf, and as much as the young hunk enjoyed the view of the older man’s meaty rear filling out his briefs, he was more focused on how wrong it felt to have his girthy package swaying as he turned and stumbled back the way he came.  He normally strutted through the house with his confident locker room swagger after swapping out Johnny for John, but now he felt like it was that first day all over again, only in reverse.  His tall, brawny body suddenly felt as wrong as his slender little frame had then, creating a kind of cognitive dissonance that only became worse when he saw his clothes.

Instead of the boxer-briefs, jeans, and t-shirt he normally would have found, David had apparently decided on something far more revealing to help advertise his inner Johnny.  The aqua thong, pastel pink nylon shorts and accompanying lavender tank-top were entirely new to the strapping stud.  Whereas Johnny regularly wore tiny terry cloth shorts and women’s crop-tops, John normally didn’t cross such a line unless David was purposely trying to embarrass him.  And even in those instances, John had been able to play it off to any of his friends who’d caught him in such a state as a joke, or as a lost bet.  But now, as he slipped the thong up his sturdy thighs and blushed at the sight of his hefty bulge filling out the front of shorts that weren’t much larger than a pair of briefs, John doubted he’d be able to pull off such a lie.  He didn’t even know how he felt about it himself.  The concept of the outfit still struck him as perfectly appropriate, even as the sight of his buff, bearded body filling it out seemed wrong.  Under other circumstances he might have been able to appreciate how good he looked in it, how the heft of his hairy pecs was accentuated by the fitted top, and how the little shorts showed off his muscled thighs and solid rear, to say nothing of his impressive package.

But all John could think about was what lay in store for him when he made it back to his other home.