Cock-Up

The first mistake Richard made was drinking with his roommate, Johnny. He had moved in with the guy about 5 months ago, and they hadn't really bonded with each other until this moment. Richard was a very solitary man who kept to himself, while Johnny was an outgoing party animal who was out most nights. But he had wanted to get closer to him, if just to stave off the awkwardness whenever they were in the same room together. So when Johnny's plans fell through one night, he pushed himself to suggest binging a reality dating show together.

It started off casual. They chatted about their work, Richard worked in a deliveries warehouse, while Johnny worked in entertainment, shadowing an illustionist. He called himself a sorcerer's apprentice, but that was just the schmaltzy way of saying he did magic tricks. He even performed an impromptu show, making the dining room chairs and table hover and spin, which impressed Richard entirely. Although, he was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol. He was already highly inebriated after his first beer. 

That was his second mistake. As his roommate moved on from the magic show, his focus drawn by a cheating scandal on TV, the conversation moved to sexual exploits. Johnny was quite boastful about his many soirées. Whereas, Richard was less than experienced. In fact, he couldn't stop himself from blurting out that he was still a virgin. The energy in the room changed as Johnny zoned in on his confession, asking how? Why? Why not? But Richard stayed evasive. Thankfully, all was forgotten as the fake tension of break-ups happened on the TV, but not entirely...

Over the next few days, Richard did his best to avoid Johnny, who seemed overly interested in him. Yeah, he was a virgin, but he didn't want to throw it away with just anyone. It's not like Johnny wasn't a hunk. He was a poster boy for good looks. But he was loud, abrasive, and far too into himself. Not to mention the laundry list of previous endeavours. No, he wanted his first time to be meaningful to both parties.

Finally, things came to a head one morning while Richard was mulling over Halloween costume ideas. Did he want to go as Joe Locke in Heartstoppers or Joe Locke in Agatha? As he shifted between his web browser tabs, Johnny stepped into his room with a confident rap on the door. "Dicky boy!" He declared with gusto. "I was thinking about your little V-card ish, and I have a proposition for ya."

It was the moment Richard had been dreading. He just had to rip off the band-aid. He cleared his throat and stumbled over his words as he tried to put him down gently. "Uhm, I'm flattered, but you're not exactly my type..."

Johnny broke into a broad grin. "Back atcha. I like a man with meat on his bones, and you're barely 120 pounds soaking wet." The lug broke into a boisterous laugh that Richard didn't join. He may not have wanted the attention, but could it have killed the guy to be less honest? Johnny wiped away a tear before continuing, "No, no. It sounds to me that you're not confident in your sexual prowess. So I figured we could practice a little."

"Meaning?"

"Well, if you had a better idea of how to do the do, then when it comes around, you'll know what to do."

It sounded ridiculous to Richard at first, although when he thought on it, it sort of made sense. He had the know-how, but it was all from watching porn. Without applying it practically, he might always psych up his first time into an impossibility. And he definitely didn't want that. So with a quiet sigh, he agreed to the peculiar idea. That was his final mistake.

They each stripped out of their clothes until they were down to their underwear. Richard was wearing his favorite jockstrap, his inital plans to go for a run now disrupted. Johnny was wearing a pair of boxers so baggy that he couldn't even see his bulge. Weirdly enough, it made him feel more secure in the experience. If he didn't get a boner from seeing his lithe body almost naked, his bare bottom on full show, then he hopefully he wouldn't feel when they got closer.

"Let's go through a few simple positions," Johnny said as he prepared to walk to Richard's back.

"Hold on," Richard growled. "Why would you assume I would be bottoming? What if I wanted to be the top?"

"Hah, you're funny!" Johnny grinned before grabbing him by the shoulders, and leading him to the bed. 

Together, they ran through a series of poses which felt more yoga than karma sutra. But it did help Richard to relax. Who knew the big lug had it in him to be so gentle? When they reached the classic doggy style when things got weird. Richard felt Johnny press against his backside, but nothing more. After keeping a respectable distance thus far, Richard wanted to question it. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. So he tried to spin his body back, but he couldn't. Now panicking, he tried to clamour to his feet and off of the bed, but he was just too weak to do so.

His vision was blurring now, and was everything getting bigger around him? Richard felt a twisting in his stomach. What had Johnny done to him? Has he drugged him somehow? He was being awfully chummy. He knew he shouldn't have accepted his proposition! His body had gone numb now, he could feel nothing but the warmth of Johnny pressed against his ass.

"Oh Dicky, I can't believe it worked..." Richard could hear Johnny's voice, but he couldn't move or respond. Then there was a sudden movement, and Richard's world spun out of control. He wasn't moving, he could just about see Johnny's legs below him, but they looked giant-esque. Was he hovering above the man's crotch? It was like an out of body experience. They came to a halt in front of a window, and Richard cringed at the sight of a burly, older man completely naked. He tried to look away, but he couldn't move his head. That is, until he realised the man was inside. He wasn't looking at a window, it was a mirror. But it was impossible, it couldn't be true. Because his point of view wasn't eye to eye with the man opposite him, it was lower. Much lower. He was face to face with the man's erect penis.

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This was far easier than he'd expected, Johnny thought to himself as his twinkish roommate stripped down before him. His excuse was flimsy as hell, and yet, it worked! He himself stripped down to his boxers before coaxing the smaller man to his front. Richard was reluctant, at first, but when he realised neither of them were naked, he cautiously approached him. Big mistake, he thought with a cocky grin. Never trust a sorcerer who had a new spell he wanted to test. Not that Richard seemed to believe he could actually do magic. A strike to his pride, for sure, but not why he wanted to subject the man to his little experiment. He really did want to help him lose his virginity, but he also wanted to have fun doing it.

To make things more authentic, Johnny went through a few of his default sex poses before settling on the classic doggy style. As Richard got on all fours on the bed, Johnny subtly lowered his boxers down to reveal his groin, as smooth as a Ken doll. He'd prepared for this situation earlier, of course. He'd removed his real cock and balls and hid in a box under his bed, disguised as a gnarly dildo. He uttered the spell under his breath, and almost immediately, he could feel Richard's bare ass connect to his groin. Now the real show began.

He watched on as Richard rapidly began to shrink before his eyes. The poor guy didn't even have a chance to question his changes or even move his body before the spell kicked in. Johnny bent his knees slightly, trying to take the weight of this shrinking man as he bonded ever closer with his own body. The hair atop Richard's head was shedding across the blankets, while his arms were shrivelling up into his torso. His own cock and balls faded away into non-existence, and his legs tucked away underneath as he grew ever more globular.

As Richard's form grew ever tinier, Johnny couldn't help but notice where all that excess body mass was headed. In his eagerness to test out the dickening spell he'd found, he'd almost forgotten about one of the first things they taught you in sorcery - there's always a price to magic. In this case, the law of equivalence meant that while Richard was diminishing in size to become his cock and balls, the rest of him had to go somewhere. And quite evidently, it was piling onto Johnny.

He grumbled to himself as his hard-earned abs were rapidly being softened by a burgeoning bubble of fat that rolled across his torso. His smooth skin was becoming a garden of body hair which was growing across his softening pecs and growing belly like weeds. It even looked like his youthful radiance was being dampened by oncoming maturity. But he was already half-way into the process, he couldn't just stop now. Not with a deformed half-human half-cock sticking out from his crotch. He had to grit his teeth and persist.

By now, any semblance of Richard's surviving humanity was quickly being scrubbed away. His arms had alread vanished, as had any remaining hair follicle on his body, leaving him a smooth, veiny shaft. His legs had already become a stunning pair of testicles, cradled within a massive scrotum which was already shrinking to normal proportions. All that remained were a few nubs on his pink mushroom-shaped head, what was left of his facial features. Yet they too receded into his skin, his tight lips shifting to the top of his squishy head. The last of Richard's humanity was lost, leaving behind a decently sized, and very erect penis. Not that Johnny could tell, what with his taut, curved stomach obstructing his view. With a disgruntled sigh, Johnny stomped through the apartment and walked right into the bathroom. There, he could get a better look at himself, and of little Richard.

He stopped in front of the mirror, seeing how his reckless use of magic had affected him. All of Richard's energy had to go somewhere, after all. The former twenty-something meathead had taken on its burden and aged into a thick, burly, forty-something bear. 

"Not bad," Johnny muttered to himself, stroking the dense, greying beard that now coated his cheeks. "I don't hate it! I'm a big fan of the fur, even if I'm a little on the big side," he grumbled as he patted the stout belly that jutted out in front of him. "It'll take some getting used to. But all in all, I look good for a man nearing fifty."

"Don't think I forgot about you, little Dicky." Johnny grinned as his attention was drawn downwards. "I'm sorry about the trick and all, but I couldn't help myself. 'Tis the season and all. Though I can't say it's entirely a treat on my end." He prodded the soft head of his former roommate. Richard felt a bolt of lightning rush through his erect form, followed by a wave of embarrassment for feeling it. He throbbed hard, tortured by the continual attention from his owner. He just wanted to get it over and done with. Could his captor even hear him in this demeaning form? There had to be a way to communicate his horror and anger...

"You're probably cursing me out right now," Johnny laughed aloud, making Richard mentally wince. Did he just...? Johnny prodded his head once more. "Yeah, you're definitely mad at me. It's a good thing I can't hear any of it. I'd hate to have you whining in my headspace. If you're even still conscious, that is. I've not done anything like this before, if you could tell."

Richard screamed in his mind. There was truly no way to get his attention. He couldn't even move his body, let alone find a way to communicate. And this idiot kept prodding him, each touch sending quivers down his already sensitive body. It was torture, pure and simple! 

He gazed, disoriented as he bobbed around the apartment and back into Johnny's room. Once again, he placed a hand around Richard's erect body, and he felt that jolt of electricity again. "Hmm, you sure are perky. Maybe a little smaller than my previous dick, though you were a little guy to begin with, so that's no surprise." He slid a hand down Richard, chuckling as he felt the arousal. "Okay, okay, okay. I was going to save it for the big event, but fuck it. Why don't we take you for a test ride, to see if you're really up for this."

Johnny reached for a bottle of lube to slick himself up, and got to work rubbing away at Richard. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He felt like a fool for getting into this situation. He was humiliated that he'd been reduced to his roommate's plaything. And while he wanted to hate it being masturbated with, it was the best he'd ever felt. It was pleasure tenfold.

Meanwhile, Johnny started to rub his free hand across his taut, burly form. It wasn't a terrible infliction. There was tough muscle underneath that padding of fat. And he'd managed to keep most of his hair, even if it was beginning to thin across his crown. Well, they had medicine for that now. Which reminded him of something else he forgot. While it was relatively simple to merge two beings into one, the separation process was less than ideal. And with Richard being reduced to merely a penis, there wasn't much to work with. In all liklihood, this was a permanent decision. Not that Johnny minded, he was the one in control. And by the time Richard figured it out, it would be too late. That is if little Dicky was even still conscious.

In fact, he was more than conscious. Even if his little mind was being torn asunder by the waves of intense pleasure that rocked his tiny body. But despite the pleasure, he couldn't help but be distracted by his vision being swamped by Johnny's massive hand every other second. Or the sound of the lube squelching against his proud form. He could even taste the tang of pre-cum in the back of what used to be his throat. How he still had these senses, he couldn't say. There had to be a way to do away with it. He twitched and squirmed with all his might, and gradually, these senses began to dull. His vision was fading fast until it was a dark blur, as if he'd closed his eyes. His hearing got quieter and quieter, until not even the gentle hum of his tinnitus could be heard. 

Without these external stimuli, his sense of touch increased tenfold. He could feel every individual finger wrapped around his lithe form, teasing his slippery skin and squeezing his meaty shaft in pure ecstascy. He didn't want this moment to end. There was a rushing urge building up within his body. He could feel Johnny's pace quicken, the arousal growing stronger until it was too much to bare. Richard's thoughts were incoherent utterances of pure bliss, that ever present pressure bubbling up his body, until with a buckle and a jolt, he could have screamed aloud in joyful rapture. His lips parted, and he felt a torrent of salty goodness burst outwards.

Johnny felt his toes twitch, his heart pumping harder, the swimming in his belly increased. "Hope you're ready for this, Dicky," he growled as he tugged harder than ever on his little friend. With a final grunt, he ejaculated a hefty load all over his soft belly, crying out in his husky, deep voice. His hand slipped from his roommate, as he collapsed onto the bed with a content sigh. He lay there for a few minutes, the fruits of his labour turning cold across his bare torso. Richard laid atop his pubes, twitching every now and then as he eventually calmed down.

Then a peculiar feeling overcame him. It was similar to when he was caught in Johnny's spell, a gradual shrinking down as everything grew bigger. It took a moment to realise he was going flaccid, no longer heartily erect. And with it, a sense of clarity and dread came to his mind once more. He was his roomate's penis. Not only that, but Johnny had also doubled in age and size. Was that his doing? Was becoming his penis a catalyst for the master's change? What would happen if they separated? Could they even separate, or was he left to be this man's cock for the rest of their lives?

A chill ran up his shaft. Richard had had enough of this dead space. He tried to open his eyes once more. But no matter how hard he willed his vision into existence, it wouldn't happen. The same inaction happened as he tried to regain his hearing. He was panicking now. Was this all a part of his master's wicked scheme? To confine him to merely the sense of touch? Even his sense of taste and smell had vanished. But then, he was a penis. There were no benefits to having senses other than touch. He felt cold without his master's rough palm against his shaft. When would he touch him again? Surely it would be soon, right? How long had they been laying together now, 10 minutes? An hour? Had he fallen asleep?

Johnny shifted himself up onto his elbows and looked down at his cock, which was beginning to stiffen up again. He chuckled softly. "Ready for round two already? I'm afraid that'll have to wait, Dicky." He reached past his alarm clock, and grabbed a wad of tissues to wipe himself off. He'd only been there for 5 minutes, after all. He still had to get ready for the halloween shindig at his favorite club. Although his plan to go as Hercules had gone astray with this new bulky body of his. Maybe he could cook up some sort of trucker costume. Or a cowboy. Or just throw on some leather and make do with it. He wouldn't woo his usual clientele, but there was always a market out there for bears.

"Don't you worry," Johnny said aloud as he grabbed a fresh pair of boxers. "I'm a man of my word. I know a great place downtown that will help us get laid in no time. Oh, we're gonna have fun, my little friend."

Richard felt himself be swamped by cotton confines and pressed up against his master's thigh. The soft embrace of fabric comforted him somewhat. If he was resting in fabric, then that meant his master was on the move. Maybe they were going out on the prowl. Didn't his master promise him something? Wasn't there something he wanted to do? There was a nagging thought, that he was once more than the penis he currently was. But it was quickly deflected by the soothing tug of his cotton cocoon. Whatever it was, it wasn't important. Only his master's pleasure was his importance now.