Brandon Twice
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In Exchange for Your Size...
🕑 Added 2021-09-07 04:00:32 +0000 UTC[6-word request: nerd charges size for college papers]
E expected Tobias to show up sometime that day, so he wasn’t surprised to find the college football star pacing around in front of his apartment door. E played it cool (these days, his natural setting). He didn’t even acknowledge the anxious athlete as he slid his key in the lock.
“A-aren’t you even going to look at me?” Tobias said, fists clenched. E took a look at the formerly hunky stud. Tobias Wood, known for wearing a cut-off t-shirt to his grandmother’s funeral and snapping on spandex like it was his second skin, wore a baggy sweatshirt. Tobias’ face looked fuller, almost chunky. His shoulders didn’t seem quite so broad. His normally proud stance--shoulders back, chest up--was slumped over.
E, on the other hand, stood confidently, leading the way with his hips. He smirked at the taller man wincing beneath his gaze. He thought about slamming the door in the quarterback’s face, but he was more curious to see what had happened to the former object of his desire since last they’d spoken.
“Hey there, Tobias,” E said, bouncing his eyebrows. “You look like shit. You sleeping okay?”
Tobias’ mouth curled down and he shook his head. “You iknow what’s up. You did this to me!”
Two young sorority girls walked by. E’s smile grew. “What’s that, Tobias? Did what? Say it out loud.”
Tobias sneered, then turned away, effetely slapping the wall. E had to struggle to maintain composure. “Come in. We’ll chat,” E said, throwing open the door. As Tobias walked by, E thrust his hips. Tobias couldn’t help but walk right into the prominent bulge in E’s sweatpants. He recoiled with a whimper as if he’d found himself in a spider web. E just chuckled.
“It… it smells in here…” Tobias said under his breath.
“Yeah, well, I gotta do laundry. I swear, I wear a pair of underwear for about ten minutes and it just gets saturated in my new musk. Strong as hell, can’t even wash it out. Have a seat,” E said, tossing his books on the coffee table. Tobias ignored the command, pacing by the door instead.
“You said it would be over after a month. It’s been a whole month. Why hasn’t it gone back?” Tobias whimpered. His voice was significantly higher pitch than the deep drawl he’d soaked panties across the campus with for four years.
“Say it,” E said, slumping casually into his couch. He put his feet up on the coffee table, legs spread apart, and gave his packed crotch a jostle. The quarterback twitched at the sight of it.
“I… You know… you know… don’t make me say it!” Tobias begged. E laughed and grabbed his packed mound with both hands.
“I took your dick!” E said. Tobias turned away. “I got every inch, too. Good god, buddy. This past month has been a TRIP for me!”
“It’s been a nightmare for me!” Tobias shrieked. “So put it back the way it was. It’s been a month. I’ve paid my side in full.”
E shrugged. “You needed little, nerdy me to write you a paper. I told you I’d do it, in exchange for your dick. What grade did you get on the paper?”
“A,” Tobias said weakly, unable to look E in the eye. “But it’s been a month!”
“It doesn’t just snap back to normal,” E explained.
“Elliot, I want my dick back!”
E shook his head. “I’ve been going by ‘E’ lately. Elliot just doesn’t seem to fit me with this big monster.” He rubbed the visible cock head through his sweatpants. Tobias wiped the sweat off his forehead. “But anyway, it’s a process. You wanna go back to normal…” He fished around under his bed with one hand, finally pulling out a smooth crystal ball.
“The fuck is that?” Tobias whimpered.
“You and I will put our hands on this orb, and we’ll each get to see how the other’s month went. Once we’ve FULLY shared the experience, the magic will expire and we’ll go back to normal.” E extended his skinny hand. The quarterback looked at it skeptically. “Tired of having a micro-dick, Tobias? Or do you want to go another week like this?”
Tobias immediately reached out. The moment his fingers touched the crystal ball, it burst forth with light. Neither college student could react before the light swallowed them both up.
Suddenly Tobias’ memories came to life.
It was a month before. He held a fifteen page essay in his left hand. He looked down at the bulge in his jeans, his mouth going slack as his crotch suddenly deflated.
He tossed the essay aside, yanking off his belt and dragging down his pants to reveal, between his two thick legs, a tiny dick the size of a cocktail wienie. A moment later, it just looked like an acorn that disappeared into his blonde pubes. His big manly balls were just tic-tacs.
Tobias reached down and grabbed at his shriveling manhood. “No way--no fucking way! I thought he just wanted to suck my dick for a month!”
In the memory, Tobias was silent, but the two men watching the moment replay could hear his thoughts.
The scene changed. Tobias was at the gym wearing baggy shorts. Drake, the wide receiver, made a comment: “Mr. Spandex Hardbody is all of a sudden wearing clothes too sizes too big?”
Tobias blushed. “God damn, just let it drop, please don’t let anyone ask any more questions.”
His thoughts echoed around the scene although none of the men in the memory reacted.
Tobias should have been able to bench 365 lbs easily. “God, I feel so fucking tired… I’ll just try 315…” He struggled with the lesser weight. George, the running back, ran to his aid as his wobbling arms started to give out. The bar tilted, dumping the three metal plates off. Its counterbalance gone, the bar swings the other way, nearly causing Tobias to tumble off the other side as the other three plates clanged to the floor.
Later, Tobias sat in the team doctor’s office in his boxer shorts.
Doc Sammus moved the stethoscope along the muscular man’s back. “Okay, hop up and drop your shorts,” the Doc asked. Tobias went pale.
“B-but… why do I have to drop my shorts? I’m just feeling tired…” But in the moment, Tobias didn’t speak his thoughts aloud. He felt compelled to do as he was told. Doc gasped when he saw the football stud’s bush.
“Son, what happened to your… are you…” The doc had seen Tobias’ dick before--he’d done his physical every year before the season began. He reached forward, his fingers sinking into the thick bush.
“Careful, I--”
The doc’s hands brushed against the nearly invisible nub, no bigger than a pen’s point. Suddenly Tobias’ whole body tensed. His toes curled. His knees bent and a dollop of drool escaped from his mouth as he moaned.
The scene changed again. Tobias was in the shower, sobbing as he shaved away his pubes just so he could see his dick. When his crotch was bare, he took a q-tip and dipped it in vaseline, gently rubbing the miniscule little prick. He moaned and bit his lip at just a moment’s contact. His whole body thrashed as he rubbed away.
His phone was ringing across the room. He knew it was Tammy. She was wondering why he hadn’t called her. He let it go to voicemail.
Tobias’ breathing was ragged as he stared at his tiny dick with frustration. Try as he might, he couldn’t cum--he would scream and beg and moan at the slightest contact with his shrunken nub, but he couldn’t cum.
The scene changed. Tobias was in a seedy store downtown. The overweight guy behind the counter played with one of his many facial piercings as Tobias pulled the drawstrings on his hoodie to obscure his face more. He couldn’t believe he was buying a dildo--and he couldn’t believe how excited he was when he saw a twelve-inch model covered with veins.
His ass throbbed as the hunk hurried home. He sat in his shower, spackling his asscrack with lube before sliding it in. “FUCK YES, oh god oh yes oh fucking GOD!” The stud was lost in a tidal wave of sensation. When it was over he lay there, panting, as the shower rained down on him.
The scene changed. His phone was ringing. He knew it wasn’t a girl--it had been weeks since he’d spoken to any of them, and he assumed they’d given up--but he couldn’t dare to see who it was. His heart sank as he saw the coach’s number lighting up the screen. He declined the call, then flipped the phone over as the voicemail notification buzzed in. He knew what the news was: injured reserve until they could find what was wrong with him.
He spooned the last bit of Ben and Jerry’s from the carton before tossing it aside. He hopped to his feet, surprised that his thighs wobbled now. His clothes were tight in some areas--his waist, his ass--and loose around his shoulders and chest. He knew his muscles were sagging now. He had a nice little pair of man boobs above a pronounced gut. Still, he couldn’t resist more ice cream. He sighed when he realized there was none left in his freezer--but there was cookie dough in his fridge! He ate the uncooked log as he bounced up and down on his dildo, which fit much easier in his loosened hole.
The scene changed again.
This time it focused on Elliot. His new massive hose wouldn’t fit in his tighty-whiteys. He slid his glasses up his nose as he readjusted so the hose curved around and pointed up. If he loosened his belt, he could pull his shirt down so no one would see the protruding cock-head.
At first, walking around was difficult. He tiptoed like a ballerina, shivering every time the sensitive monster rubbed against his clothes. He found a pair of sweatpants roomy enough for the unit. He couldn’t believe the feeling of hit swinging against his legs with every step. He felt like he was walking taller! Every man he saw, he tried to get a glimpse of the crotch too.
“Nobody’s packing as much as I am.” The knowledge, and the enhanced amount of testosterone bursting from the lemon-sized balls, was changing meek little Elliot’s demeanor dramatically.
The scene changed: he stepped out of a shower at the gym. His membership was brand new, purchased that day. He’d done a couple laps around the building in his tight blue shorts, his enormous package bouncing with every confident step. He hadn’t lifted a pound since he’d walked in the door. He was waiting for the locker room to get packed.
Elliot strutted from the shower with his towel around his shoulders, his enormous dick swinging pendulously between his legs. “All those years being shy in gym class--NOW look at me!”
Every man in the room turned toward him. Jaws dropped. Elliot fed off their jealousy. It was like the old Elliot was gone, and this new man, for whom anything was possible, stood in his place.
The light from the crystal ball faded. Tobias jerked his hand away, shaking. “What the--what the fuck?”
“Calm down,” E said, slipping the crystal ball into a velvet bag. “Part of the spell. We have to share our experiences under the curse as a way of paying tribute to the powers that made it happen.”
“Is that what you did with my dick? Just flaunted it around the gyms?” Tobias spat.
E just shrugged casually. “Just to be clear, THIS isn’t YOUR dick,” E said, jostling his crotch. “It’s MY dick, supersized. Don’t confuse the nature of the spell.” E chuckled and stood up. “No wonder you’re wearing a sweatshirt. All that time snacking with a dildo up your ass--is the sexy football jock a chubby horny little bottom bitch now?” He reached out and grabbed Tobias’ flabby man-tit through the sweatshirt. The quarterback jerked away.
“Fuck you!” Tobias said. He reached forward to shove E--but there was no strength in his blow. E just smirked as he remained in his spot.
“See there’s a problem, though,” E said. The velvet back was rustling now, the crystal ball starting to bounce around. “See, this was a curse. It wasn’t supposed to be fun for you.”
“We made a deal!” Tobias said. “Paper for my dick. I didn’t know what I was offering--but it was just an exchange!”
“WIth witchcraft,” E said, removing his glasses and grinning, “it’s never a one-to-one exchange. You were supposed to suffer this past month and while you did… you also really enjoyed your new position too, didn’t you, little piggy?” He pinched Tobias’ chubby cheek.
“Fuck you!” Tobias said, his voice cracking.
“All that testosterone is gone, your estrogen must be through the roof,” E surmised. “And you leaned into it. See, that’s gonna cost you.”
The velvet bag burst open, light flooding the room.
“NO!” Tobias yelled as the light subsumed them. “You never told me that!”
“Sorry, buddy,” E said, his voice echoing as it seemed to stretch farther and farther away. “Contracts can really bite you in the ass when you agree without researching first.”
The light faded. The two men stood in the same spots. Tobias looked around, confused.
“What were you just saying?” he asked.
E shrugged. “Who fucking knows?” He scratched his suddenly hairy chest and stretched. “God, damn, my boy needs to breathe.” He yanked down the waistband of his pants, letting his big cock flop free.
“Oh, gosh,” Tobias said, suddenly falling to his knees. “What--what was I doing here?” he said, looking around.
“You said you needed me to write you another essay,” E said, wiggling his cock by the root. “Which means you’re going to have to pay me again. You know what that costs, buddy boy.”
Tobias sank to his knees, so grateful for the opportunity to suck E’s dick again. He didn’t actually need an essay. He was just praying that, like the last time, he would do such a good job sucking dick that E would fuck him again. Good god, Tobias loved E’s dick. It was so huge--and Tobias’ was so teeny.
It had always been like that.
Little did Tobias know, E was well aware that Tobias just wanted another deep-dicking. He couldn’t wait to make the chubby bitch squeal. There was magic in the air--ambient energy fading away--but he had no idea where it had come from.
“Weird,” E said as Tobias knelt before him and started to lovingly nuzzle his balls. “It feels like… like a spell just happened… a BIG spell…”
Tobias was too enraptured by E’s huge, beautiful cock, but E wondered for a moment what had changed--maybe Tobias wasn’t a tiny-dicked nobody before? Maybe E wasn’t the student body president with the massive cock?
“Can you imagine,” E said as Tobias started swallowing his balls, rolling them gently around in his mouth, “what kind of person you’d be if you hadn’t had the smallest human dick ever? Maybe you could’ve been something special.”
Tobias couldn’t hear. All he cared about was that big, juicy cock.
Comments
Gwahar
Quite the trade
Henry Cavanaugh
I love a good reality warp!
