Brandon Twice
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Boyfriend Twins
🕑 Added 2023-05-10 21:07:01 +0000 UTCI leaned back against the dresser and took a swig of my beer as the fun unfolded on the bed in front of me. Hunter–who told me back at the bar that he couldn’t wait to stuff me with all ten of his inches–was transfixed by the tiny little dick he now had, between two scrawny little legs he no doubt didn’t recognize. Taylor–Hunter’s boyfriend, who asked me if I’d rather be suffocated by his big pecs or his massive ass–was patting his own face, probably shocked at its softness. They both threw up their hands and let out a shrill, sissy shriek in their new soprano voices.
Yes, thanks to the shots I poured them once we got back to their apartment, both enormous redheaded bodybuilders who had taken me home as their much smaller third ingredient in their steak sandwich were now around a hundred pounds each. Their leather harnesses hung loosely on their scrawny frames. The armbands wrapped tightly around their biceps had slid off during the transformation lay on the bed. Their nipple rings, which remained the same size, now looked massive on their tiny nipples, dangling against their narrow, bony chests.
“Hunter… oh my gosh, you…” Taylor reached out for his boyfriend, but instead of the overdeveloped deltoid he was used to feeling, he just grabbed a bony shoulder. “EEK!” he shrieked. “Why do we sound like this?”
“Shut up for a fucking second!” Hunter said, slapping Taylor’s thin hands away. He stumbled off the bed in my direction, but was stopped by the sight of his nude body as soon as he saw it all in the light. He kept patting himself down, no doubt shocked that instead of bulky muscles he just felt skin bone.
I had never decided what part of this I enjoyed the most. The transformation was amazing, of course. They never realize it’s happening at first. Hunter and Taylor were still flexing, leering at me, throwing me their seductive “fuck me” eyes as they tried to seem imposing and dominant. Their bodies were slowly deflating, all their hard-earned muscles just evaporating. As usual, each noticed the other’s changes before his own. It was hilarious watching them paw at their shrinking chests and withering quads, as if they could stop the process by grabbing the muscle hard enough.
The well-over-six-foot studs were a whole foot shorter as well. The room must have seemed so massive to them. Hell, I’m sure I looked freaking enormous–that’s right, the same guy Taylor had called, “Kind of cute, but in a really average kind of way.”
Hunter approached me in what looked to be an aggressive stance–fists clenched, chest thrown out–but it had no power now that he was smaller than one of his legs had been earlier. “What the fuck did you do to us?” he said through gritted teeth. I’m sure the little guy thought he was channeling the real “alpha energy” he’d been slinging at me all night, but it sounded more like a wimpy plea than anything else. His sneer looked silly on the smaller, softer face. Without his chiseled jaw, his angelic features made him look adorable more than anything else, no matter how angry he was.
“Is it weird,” I began, “walking with skinny legs? Like, you’re probably used to having thighs so thick you kind of have to waddle, right?”
“Hunter, make him turn us back!” Taylor shrieked. He slowly crawled backwards, huddling in a ball against the wall.
“Oh, I’m gonna, babe, don’t worry,” Hunter said. I grabbed his loose harness and yanked him forward, then shoved him back on the bed. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared up at me, shocked at how easily I’d tossed him around.
“Honestly, Taylor, I have to say, I do miss that big musclepit you shoved my face into as soon as we got back here. Smelled AND tasted amazing. But you didn’t ask. I would have done whatever you guys wanted. You didn’t have to push me around!”
“You can’t just… just… turn us into this!” Taylor said, crawling up next to Hunter. The two huddled together, Hunter seeming to hold Taylor behind him, almost to protect him.
“Remember when you had me guess which one of you was the top?” I laughed. I had poked fun at them at the bar for looking so similar–”boyfriend twins” I had called them, a name neither of them thought was funny. Hunter was an inch shorter than Taylor, but he also seemed thicker as well. Each of them was a necklace musclehead, their arms propped up on enormous lats, with pecs so pumped up I wondered if they were actually able to kiss each other when all that muscle squashed together. Both of their cocks were huge ten-inch monsters, as well. (I took care of that, however!)
“Fuck you,” Hunter said, as if giving me a hint.
“See, we were going to do that,” I said, “but… why did you guys have to diss my body so much?” I set down my beer and held up my hands. “I’m a pretty cute guy! Slim, but broad-shouldered. Nice arms, I think. Good abs. But then you roided-out freaks come stomping into the bar… and all of a sudden, average isn’t good enough anymore! Well, how do YOU like it?”
“We’re not… AVERAGE!” Taylor said, his hand at his chest like he was clutching his pearls. The formula I used never changed guys’ mannerisms; what it DID, however, was get rid of all the trappings of masculinity. Both of these hunks had built themselves into what they perceived as a manly ideal, and from within all those muscles they performed the role. Now that they were skinny, their fat cocks now little nubs, their true natures were rising to the surface.
“No,” I said, taking my beer up again. I grabbed a chair from a desk near the wall and spun it around, sitting on it backwards. “You’re way BELOW average now. You think you could walk into the bar we just left and get ANY attention now?”
“Fuck you,” Hunter spat. At that moment he seemed to notice how huge the harness was, how ridiculous it looked, so he pulled it off, tossing it aside with a high grunt. Then he resumed his aggressive posturing.
“I mean, you’d PROBABLY have some older daddy looking for a little twink to spoil,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe try that? You’ll need different clothes, of course, but…”
“FUCK YOU!” Hunter shouted. He charged at me and swung. Poor little guy forgot to make a fist, giving me a light slap against my chest. I laughed at him. Hunter blinked away tears.
“Wh-what are you going to do to us?” Taylor said. He had wrapped himself in a sheet as if it were some sort of barrier.
“You gonna fuck us now?” Hunter said after he’d wiped his eyes dry. “You gonna just bend us over the bed and bang us both now?” Hunter’s little two-inch dick twitched at the idea. It got hard, although it was hard to tell the difference between hard and soft for him now.
“No, actually,” I said. “See, let me make the lesson plain: you guys thought that because you were big, you could do to me what you wanted. And I would have said yes to just about everything! Maybe not ‘drowning in your ass sweat,’” I said, casting a side-eye at Taylor, who blushed shamefully at his verbatim quote from earlier. “But seriously, I was psyched to be these two big bodybuilders’ toy for the night! But then, as soon as we got here, you forgot that I was a person.”
“Of course you fucking wanted it!” Hunter said.
“Yeah, you were begging us to take you home!” Taylor shrieked.
“That’s not the way I remember it, boys,” I said. I heard a knock from elsewhere in the apartment. Someone was at the front door.
“Channing!” Taylor said, his eyes lighting up.
“Oh fuck, I forgot we invited Channing too!”
The two hopped to their feet as we heard the front door open. “Hello?” asked a deep voice. “I’m here, studs. Where’s this guy we’re gonna pass around?”
“Pass around?” I hissed at them.
“Go tell Channing to kick this guy’s ass!” Taylor said to Hunter. The former alpha took a step, then froze. He held up his scrawny arms.
“Naked?”
“He’s seen us naked before!”
“Not like THIS!”
While the two bickered, I snatched up Hunter’s phone from the dresser. Luckily it was unlocked. It was easy to find Channing’s number and shoot him a quick text.
“Hey big guy. We invited a few little twinks over, but Taylor passed out and I headed out to grab some more party favors. Hang out if you want, but if they little guys act up just toss them out.”
Hunter first tried to wrap a sheet into a toga, but it was far too big for his 5’ frame now. Finally he settled on a pillowcase, tied as a loincloth.
“Channing, I–” Hunter said, but he was stopped in his tracks when he got around the corner and saw his friend. Damn, based on the lusty look in Hunter’s eye, I had to see this guy!
Sure enough, Channing was an even bigger goliath than Hunter and Taylor had been: so tall he had to stoop to get through doorways, packed with muscle like a freaking superhero. He had a thick beard and dark curly hair. His jeans and t-shirt fit his gladiator-frame like a second skin.
“Who the fuck are you?” the big man said, hands on his hips. His phone must have vibrated at that moment. As he read, I intervened.
“Hey, are you Channing?” I asked. “You’re Hunter’s buddy right?”
Channing looked at both the pillowcase-clad twink and I suspiciously. “Uh, yeah… is he here?”
“He just left,” I said. “His boyfriend’s passed out, too. Those guys can fuck like ANIMALS! But Taylor just can’t handle his booze.”
Channing chuckled. He glanced at the text on the phone, then at me. “Hunter coming back?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I think so, but he’s been gone awhile. I was getting ready to drive this little shit back home.” I grabbed Hunter in a headlock. He hated it, but his resistance barely registered.
Channing paused, taking in all the information. He scratched his pec. I heard Hunter moan softly, although he slapped a hand over his mouth after he did.
“Do they have any booze here?” Channing said, clearly digging for a reason to stay. He itched his groin, where I noticed he had quite a lot packed away.
“This guy and his tweaker boyfriend drank what Taylor didn’t,” I said, shaking Hunter around. “That’s why the big Hunt-man left. Pretty sure the party’s over here. You can hang out if you want. What do you think, little man. Should Channing stay?”
Hunter opened his mouth wide. It was clear there was a lot he wanted to say–maybe a cry for help from his friend, maybe a plea for Channing to shed some clothes–but he was silent.
“This guy’s such a fucking weirdo, right?”
“I think I’m gonna bail,” Channing said. He was on his phone as he walked out the door, no doubt making other plans.
Hunter paced around after Channing was gone. His head looked very busy. Taylor emerged from the bedroom cocooned in a sheet that trailed behind him.
“Why didn’t you tell Channing what happened?” Taylor said weakly.
“Because he… because look at me!”
I noticed a dumbbell set in their living room (of course). I grabbed the 25-pound and gave it a curl. “What do you think, Hunter? Want to give it a try?”
“Fuck you,” he said. “Get out of our house.”
“Not yet,” I said. I slid down the rack to the 10 pound, the smallest one there. “Try this one,” I said, carrying it over to the former titan. I put it in the little guy’s hands and chuckled as he almost tipped over.
I suddenly noticed a framed picture on the wall–a life-size, full-body shot of Hunter with one hand behind his head, his arm flaring out with incredible mass. He wore purple posing trunks that looked like they were about to burst.
I pulled the picture off the wall and stood it up next to Hunter, who backed away from it. “Aw, c’mon now,” I teased. “Do the pose! Do the freaking pose!”
“I’m not gonna do the pose,” he said, although he kept glancing back at the picture. A hand absently found its way to his crotch as he studied what he used to look like.
“You’re turned on by yourself aren’t you?” I asked.
“No,” he said, frowning.
“C’mon, buddy. You always were, but this new perspective change really amped it up, didn’t it?”
“You did something!” Taylor said, pointing an accusatory finger. “Whatever made us small made us super horny too!”
I almost spat out my beer at that. “Really? C’mon, guys. You were dry-humping each other all night! And I’m pretty sure you guys fucked around in the bathroom before you even talked to me, right? You’re just horny guys. I didn’t change that.”
“I am super horny,” Hunter admitted.
“Me too,” Taylor added sadly. “If we… if you fuck us, will you turn us back?”
I sighed again. “Is that why you think I did this? So I could top you both?”
“Well there’s no way you were going to top us before!” Hunter shot.
I shrugged. I made my way to their fridge, where I found an opened bottle of chardonnay. I popped out the cork, tossed it aside, and took a swig. “I’m not into dominating people smaller than me,” I said. “And, no kink-shaming guys, but it seems like you both were. I bet you were just REALLY used to getting that whenever you wanted, right?”
“Babe,” Taylor said, approaching Hunter with a new look on his face. “Babe, come fuck around with me. Seriously. I need something. I’m so freaked out, and being this way is SO WEIRD…”
Taylor stepped out of the sheet, suddenly shivering. Then Hunter pulled off his pillowcase. The two of them embraced as if I wasn’t even there (and I sat quietly, enjoying the show). They pawed at each other’s small bodies. At one point they both closed their eyes, starting to kiss, their hands groping around, until Taylor finally pushed Hunter away.
“Damn, it’s… so weird!”
“It’s like it’s not you anymore,” Hunter said.
“I can’t get hard with such a little twink!” Taylor said. He paused at what he had said. “Babe, I’m… I’m sorry.”
“I can’t get hard with you either!” Hunter said, shoving Taylor away. They both stopped and glanced back at the large picture of him.
He was on the beach, seemingly energized by the sun, radiating power. Both of their dicks shot to attention.
“Okay, guys, that’s enough. Lesson learned,” I said, pulling the antidotes from my pocket. “Ready to go back to being big muscle studs again?”
They both charged me. I wasn’t expecting it. Taylor got there first, his thin hands grabbing at me. “Give it here!” Hunter shouted, reaching for the small purple vials.
I pushed the two eager little wimps away and took a step back, bumping into the counter. Both vials slipped from my grasp. I caught one. The other bobbled a few times before landing in the sink. There was a light tinkle of broken glass and I watched the antidote go down the drain.
“Okay,” I said, taking stock of what had happened. “I mean, I can get some more… but it might take a few weeks.”
“Wait, what are you saying?” Hunter said.
“Just make us big again!” Taylor squeaked.
“I can make ONE of you big,” I said. “And maybe two weeks, MAYBE a month from now…”
The two men absorbed the new information. They glanced at each other, then at me.
“I mean, I know who I would choose if it were up to me,” I said, “but I think you two should figure it out.”
Taylor glanced at the photo. “You take it,” he said, gripping his tiny dick between his thumb and forefinger. “Get big again, babe.”
“No,” Hunter said, closing his eyes. The gears were definitely turning in that head of his, I could tell. “You take it.”
“ME?” Taylor said. “Why me? Get big again… get your big cock… your big muscles…” He started to wrap his bony arms around Hunter’s equally frail physique. “Then you can fuck the shit out of me, just like you always did.”
“I’d be gentle with that if I were you,” I added. “Because, y’know, you’re a lot smaller and more fragile than normal.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Hunter snapped back at me. “No, you take it, babe. I’ll get big later. You get big first.” Now he was fondling himself. “Babe, you said you always wanted to top me…”
“You… you WANT me to top you?” Taylor said, astonished.
I smiled as the two started to softly kiss each other’s angelic faces. Hunter shoved Taylor in my direction.
“Now. Make him big,” Hunter ordered.
“I thought YOU were the alpha?” I asked. “I thought YOU were Mr. ‘I Only Top’?”
“You heard me!” Hunter ordered.
I handed the vial to Taylor, who sighed as he opened it. He glanced at Hunter, then swallowed the elixir. At first, nothing happened. Then, he sprouted up–just an inch. He looked down at himself, flexing his arms as they began to pump up, bit by bit. His physique started to balloon out as his limbs lengthened. I watched him rise up and out, fully blowing up to his original size and shape. (I forgot how damned big the fucking freak was!) The moment he was “himself” again, his manly stink returned as well, filling the room. My dick twitched at the smell, but it clearly drove little Hunter WILD.
Immediately, Hunter leapt at his giant lover. I watched Hunter voraciously inspect Taylor’s body. What’s more, I could actually see the internal shift happening in Taylor: clearly, his time as Hunter’s “dedicated bottom” had left a part of him unsatisfied. The fact that he was about to explore that uncharted territory with the man he loved seemed more powerful than any drug we could have taken that night.
With Taylor’s cock at full-mast, I noted that it was bigger than little Hunter’s leg. I had no idea how that thing was going to fit in the little guy, but Taylor slung Hunter over his shoulder. Good god, the look of joy on the little guy’s face as his lover carried him to the bedroom like he was nothing!
“I’ll get in touch with you guys when I get the other antidote,” I said, but the door slammed anyway. I waited a few moments, then decided that after the fun I’d had at their expense, the least I could give them was a little privacy.
As I walked home, I ached with a need to relieve myself. Watching those big muscle bulls deflate and get used to their new scrawny bodies was so hot! But what was more exciting was the idea of what was to come for Taylor and Hunter. Would Hunter avoid the gym, or would he spend the following weeks struggling to build back what he could, despite the humiliation of looking up at all the powerhouses he used to be buddies with?
“I wonder if they’re going to bring Channing in for a threesome now?” I wondered aloud. Would Taylor stay with Hunter, knowing he was going to grow back eventually? Most desperately, I wanted to know what was going to happen after I gave Hunter the antidote. Maybe some time as a skinny bottom might cause him to rethink his position as a dominant stud!
Here I had looked to teach these brutes a lesson, but I ended up giving them a night they would never forget while I ended up going home in desperate need to jerk off. Eh, maybe it served me right.
