Boyfriend Swap (Patreon)

[body swap, muscle growth, shrinking]

Colin hopped off the couch as soon as he heard his boyfriend’s truck pull into the driveway. He grabbed the gold amulet off the table and held it behind his back as he stood at the door, waiting to hear Nigel’s heavy footsteps coming down the haul. His ogreish partner opened the door, tossing his gym bag aside as he scratched his beard, his t-shirt drenched in sweat. “Hey babe, what’s–”

“Hold this,” Colin said, placing the amulet in Nigel’s hands. As soon as the bearish man took the trinket, Colin shouted, “TIENKA FEDORE!” Electricity crackled around Nigel’s large body, and the burly man suddenly crumpled to the ground like someone had flipped his off switch. “Fuck,” Colin said as he struggled to drag Nigel’s 300 pound body in the door. “Did it work?” He snapped in front of Nigel’s face; no response.

“Hey, Ken,” Colin said, ducking into the den, where he had left his coworker. Ken was crumpled up on the couch, a half-empty bottle of Fireball whiskey in his lap. Ken snored loudly, stinking of booze. “Well, whether it worked or not, you’re gonna be out for awhile,” Colin said, pulling off Ken’s shoes and sliding the liquor bottle out of his firm grip.

He heard stirring from the entryway, so he hustled back to where he had left Nigel. The brutish man sat up suddenly, blinking his eyes. Colin wasn’t sure how to proceed.

“Uh, you okay? How do you… uh… feel…”

“COLIN?” Nigel said. There was a softness to his voice that the 6’5” former football player had never had before. He held up his thick paws and stared at them like he was seeing them for the first time. “Oh my god… my hands…” He patted his face, his eyes lighting up as his fingers combed through his beard. “Oh, WOW.” He quickly leapt to his feet and lumbered across the apartment. “Where’s… where’s a mirror? I gotta see!”

This was enough confirmation for Colin that the swap had occurred; Nigel knew where the mirrors in their apartment were (and never seemed interested in looking into them, anyway). The large man seemed giddy as he stared at his face, then looked down at the rest of his body, patting his brawny chest, his thick arms, then pulling the waistband of his shorts forward. He whistled when he saw what was in there.

“Good god, I’m huge EVERYWHERE!”

“It worked, Ken!” Colin said. The big man whirled around, suddenly scooping Colin into a bearhug, lifting him off his feet. Colin wheezed as Ken squeezed him to his limit. He wriggled just before his ribs cracked; Ken let him down.

“Holy shit, I’m Nigel! I’m fucking big super-strong powerhouse NIGEL!”

“And he’s you,” Colin said. He peered back into the den, this time seeing the snoring man in a different light. “Have a nice snooze, you asshole,” he said to his boyfriend, in Ken’s body, deep in a drunken slumber. “Serves you right for cheating on me.”

“Holy shit, I want to… fuck, what can I even do in this body?” Ken said.

“Careful with the heavy footsteps, big guy!” Colin urged. “I have neighbors downstairs. Remember, you weight 300 pounds now!”

“Oh! Sorry,” Ken said. He giggled, then flexed his arms. He tore off his shirt, slapped his rock-hard, hairy belly, and flexed his arms again. “I can do anything I want now!”

“Anything WITHIN REASON,” Colin reminded him. “We’ll swap you back just after Nigel wakes up in your body. I want him small and easy to manage when I tell him I’m kicking him out for good.”

“Yeah! And if he mouths off at all…” Ken punched a meaty fist into his other hand.

“Careful,” Colin said. “You give your body a black eye or a broken jaw, remember: you have to swap back into it at some point.”

Ken nodded, slowly. “Yeah, sure. Got it.”

“So, what’s up? Anything you’ve always wanted to do?”

“GO TO THE GYM!” Ken blurted out. He raised his arms triumphantly, then caught a whiff of his own armpits. “Oh, WOW. Nigel smells GOOD!”

“Really?” Colin said, raising an eyebrow. “Ken, you HATE going to the gym.”

“I just want to lift stuff! I bet I’m strong as hell!” Ken beat his chest. “Please? PLEASE please?”

Colin smirked. The combination of Ken’s happy-go-lucky nature crammed into Nigel’s big-as-a-fridge body was adorable. If only Nigel were like this all the time.

At the gym, Ken said high to every large man he saw. “Dude, I’m bigger than the big guys!” he whispered as he chest-bumped a bodybuilder, nearly knocking the muscular man right off his feet.

“You’re bigger than most people,” Colin said as Ken snatched up the 100 pound dumbbells and curled them with ease.

“This feels like NOTHING!” Ken giggled.

Colin noticed Danny, Nigel’s training partner, lingering nearby. “Hey, bro, didn’t you already train today?” he asked. Ken, as Nigel, blushed, then puffed up his chest and threw out his arms.

“Ken, you’re ALREADY big! You don’t have to ‘act’ big!” Colin whispered.

“Uh, yeah, I was just… y’know… dying for more of a lift, y’know?”

Danny, a bald no-necked bull of a man, nodded in Colin’s direction. “Nice to see you, Barbie-Boy,” he teased Colin, referring to his blonde hair, blue eyes and angular features.. “You don’t often come to the gym.”

Colin smiled and winked. “Hey, I love my man. Gotta support him in whatever he wants, right?”

Danny waddled off, and Colin shook his head. “Can’t believe Nigel’s fucking that pig-faced ape.”

Ken’s posture suddenly shifted, from goofy to aggressive; he clenched his fists, leaned forward, and sneered. “I can go squash him if you want,” he said.

“No, no, they deserve each other,” Colin said. “What a jerk. Fucks my boyfriend, then calls me ‘prettyboy’--fuck that guy.”

“Well, you ARE pretty,” Ken said, blushing.

Colin smiled. “Damn right I am! Pretty as FUCK. Maybe I should find another prettyboy to date, instead of another roided-out gorilla.”

“Hungry,” Ken suddenly blurted out. “Fuck, I’m SO hungry,” he said. To accompany his point, his stomach audibly gurgled, loud as a water cooler.

“Well, you have worked out TWICE today, now,” Colin said. “Let’s go, big man. What do you want?”

“Pizza,” Ken growled. “And WINGS! Burger, french fries… no, waffle fries!”

“Fuck, you sound JUST like Nigel now,” Colin said, shaking his head.

At Wally’s Wing Hut, Ken smirked at the well-built server who approached their table. “Wow, you’re cute!” the hulking man said. The server, a muscular jock, was still only about half the size of Colin’s gargantuan boyfriend. He blushed, feeling uncomfortable, and asked what they wanted to eat.

Ken circled the appetizer section of the menu with a thick finger. “We’ll start with that. Thanks cutie!”

“I’m guessing he’s either straight OR a bottom who’s not sure how to handle somebody your size,” Colin said. He sipped his iced tea, then looked up to Ken gawking at him. For a moment, he forgot himself, seeing his boyfriend’s eyes sparkling at him the way they had when they first met. Then he remembered it was his friend Ken. He’d had no idea his coworker had such a crush on him.

“It’s not hard, y’know,” Ken said after the server covered their table with plates of fried foods.

“Eating a metric ton?” Colin responded as he dunked a piece of fried asparagus in ranch dressing.

“No, flirting with guys,” he said. “It’s like, before, I was terrified to do it. And I did it now, cuz, y’know… I’m gigantic! The worst they can do is tell me no.” He chuckled, looking down at his pecs as he bounced them. “It’s like… I don’t even NEED these big bongos down here!”

Colin stared at the hulking man across from him with wide eyes. He had seen this man–this body, at least–for years, and what had charmed him at first had soured over time. All those muscles, the thick neck, the calloused hands, the growling voice… it had all become a turn-off in the past years as their relationship had soured. But now, Colin was feeling his old feelings rekindling.

No… they were new feelings, because they weren’t for Nigel. They were for Ken.

“What do you want to do after this?” Ken said, chomping a mouthful of food as he talked.

Colin shrugged. “It’s your party. You pick the activity.”

Ken nodded, looking back and forth. “I feel kinda weird saying this… but…” He stood up from the table and pointed at the significant tent in his shorts. “It’s just… I’ve never felt so fucking horny before. It’s like this big dick has a mind of its own!”

Colin nearly spit out his cola. “Oh, believe me, it does. And it’s hard to satisfy.”

Ken’s eyebrow raised. It was a move Nigel used to do–he always believed he looked like a pro wrestler when he did it–but Ken did it naturally. “We could TRY to satisfy it…” He winked. “Fuck, I can’t believe how I’m acting. It’s like, whatever I want… I just…”

“After all that food, you want to fuck around?” Colin asked.

“FUCK yes!” Nigel said, leaning back and drumming his hands on his hard keg belly.

Half an hour later, the two pulled up to Ken’s apartment. “I left my keys in my pocket… y’know, my OTHER pocket,” Ken said, lifting rocks in the small garden near his door. “But I have a spare hidden here… A-ha!” He lifted the fake rock and removed the key, unlocking the door.

Before Colin could enter, Ken grabbed him and hoisted him easily overhead. “THERE we go, pretty man!” he said as he carried Colin inside easily. He lifted Ken overhead and started pressing him like a barbell.

“Hey, wait–QUIT it!” Colin said, afraid to wriggle but feeling utterly powerless in this giant man’s hands. Had it been Nigel, he would have worried about getting hurt, but Ken was so gentle with him, considerate, as if he was struggling to protect him. He set Colin lightly on the floor again, making sure to steady his shoulders.

“I was just playing,” Nigel said. He licked his lips. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he said. He leaned in, studying Colin’s face as if he were seeing it for the first time.

Colin caught a whiff of Ken’s stink–it was Nigel’s, plus buffalo sauce, plus something else, like his body chemistry had changed since Ken had taken over. “Good god,” he said as he wrapped his arms around Ken’s barrel body, burying his face in the dense, sweaty chest.

“FUCK yeah,” Ken said. He reached down and tore his shirt in half. “Fuck, that was so easy!” he said. Colin leapt forward and licked Ken’s rock-hard torso. “God, damn, that feels… GOOD…” the bigger man said gruffly. “Get in here, get in here,” he said, directing Colin to his armpit, then to the line beneath his pec, then to the shelf of his hard gut.

As Colin explored, Ken guided them back to his bedroom. Ken was fully naked by the time they reached the bed. Ken gave Colin a light shove, and the smaller man fell, like a feather, to the soft mattress. Ken yanked off Colin’s shoes, sniffing each before tossing them aside. Colin started unbuckling his belt, but Ken took over with his larger, clumsier hands.

They intertwined, rolling around (guided entirely by Ken, whose mass was nearly twice that of Colin’s). After their hands had searched each other’s bodies, their tongues wrestling in their hot, wet mouths, Ken finally pulled away.

“You’re so much smaller than you used to be,” Ken said, wiping drool from his chin. “God, I want you to fuck me so bad.”

Colin’s breath caught. He hadn’t topped in years–not since he and Nigel had gotten together, as the big brute would NEVER bottom–but here Ken was, begging for it. He took a look at the gigantic, muscular ass before him. Ken dropped his big chest low, arching his back, presenting the massive ballooning glutes for Colin’s inspection.

“OH, shit,” Colin exhaled as he caught a whiff of the ripe stink of Ken’s ass. He grabbed the outer edges of the massive behind before him, ready to bury his face in it.

“Fuck yeah, do it! Do it!” Ken beckoned.

“MINCIAURA VENDUCIO!”

The sound was a third voice that came from the door to the bedroom.

Before Colin could turn, something hard hit him–a wave of force–and he found himself tumbling through the air. He flailed wildly, trying to grab for some handhold, reaching out for Ken, but he found nothing. He expected to splatter against the ground beneath him, but instead he found it soft and springy. He bounced several times before coming to rest. He had no idea where he was.

The ground was soft… almost silky? It was solid but rose and fell like the ocean. He looked around, bewildered, then up, at the massive expanse of space around him.

He gasped, falling backwards as he saw Ken–or at least, Ken’s original body–walking toward him, big as a skyscraper. Colin looked down at himself, then around him. He vaguely recognized the bedroom they were in, but it was MUCH bigger. He had to be only a few inches tall, by his estimate. He saw Ken, in Nigel’s body, but naked and far away–at least two football fields between them.

“You… fucking… whore…” said Nigel in Ken’s body. His breath stunk of booze. He had Ken’s skinny frame, his huge ears and buck teeth and his sloppy haircut, but he walked with a confidence he’d never had before. He approached them with an unsteady gait. “First things first,” Nigel said, slapping a hand down. “Gotcha, ya little thief!”

Nigel snatched up tiny Ken in his hands, holding the flailing little muscleman in his hands. “Fuck, this is bizarre. That’s MY body, you little shit!” He squeezed his fist. He was so far (from their shrunken perspective) that Colin couldn’t see clearly, but he wondered if Nigel was going to crush Ken. Instead, he just squeezed enough to elicit a groan–albeit, high-pitched–then turned his attention toward Colin.

“So let’s have a talk,” he said, sitting on the bed. The force caused the ground beneath Colin to shift; the tiny blonde man tumbled toward Nigel’s huge thighs. He kicked and fought but found no purchase in the soft sheets. “What–EXACTLY–were you hoping to accomplish with this?” Nigel fished the bodyswapping amulets from his pocket and tossed them on the bed.

“I… I mean…” Colin said as Nigel leered down at him. He’d felt small next to his boyfriend since they’d met, but never THIS tiny.

“You wanted to fuck some other guy in my body?” he asked, giving Ken another threatening squeeze.

“No! No, I didn’t plan on… anything…” Colin said.

“Then what?”

Colin’s mouth was dry as he tried to find a believable cover story that could get them out of this safely.

“He wanted you to be me when he broke up with you!” Ken yelled.

Nigel’s eyes widened as he looked down at the tiny powerlifter in his hands. “Oh, really?” he said, a stink of cinnamon whiskey pouring out like a fog. “And why were you going to break up with me?”

“You were cheating on him!” Ken shouted. Nigel’s eyes went wide.

“Is THAT what you think?” he said, plucking Colin from the bed and tossing him on his lap. “Listen, you fucking bug… I could have cheated on you a HUNDRED times, and I still didn’t.”

Colin felt nauseous as he tried to steady himself on Nigel’s leg. “But… but… things were going so shitty between us… and you were always at the gym…”

“Oh, trust me, little man, I was planning on breaking up with you eventually, but I don’t ever cheat. I couldn’t have you dumping me or kicking me out, y’know? I was having too much fun raiding that little cabinet of magic stuff you kept hidden in the closet.” Nigel held Ken by the arm, dangling him in front of Colin. “How do you think I made all these gains this past year? You didn’t even know you had a recipe for a bulking potion, did you?”

Colin didn’t know that, nor did he know he had a spell for shrinking people, either. The most he’d translated from his grandmother’s old tome was the spell for swapping bodies with the two amulets. He was shocked that big dumb blockhead Nigel had been able to decrypt more than he had.

“Okay, okay, well… let’s just swap back, okay? Put everything back to normal, and… I’ll move out. You can even keep Gran’s magic cabinet! Deal?” Colin said desperately.

Nigel shook his head. “Let’s just way our offenses here…” He snatched Ken up in one hand and held him up high. “I went behind your back, borrowed your stuff, and did some magic without your permission…” He then snatched up Colin and held him even higher. “You accused me of cheating, planned on dumping me, then tried to sleep with some OTHER guy IN MY BODY. Who’s more guilty here?”

Colin looked down at the sickening fall to the floor below. He couldn’t believe it–Nigel was actually going to let him fall! But at the moment he lost his grip, Nigel’s fist closed around him. Colin gazed down at the bodyswapping amulets–were they close enough?

“TIENKA FEDORE!” Colin shouted in his chirrupy, high-pitched voice. Nigel’s body went rigid. Colin gazed over at Ken, waiting for the swap-back to happen.

After a few tense moments, Nigel–in Ken’s nasally voice–started laughing. “You little fuck. You thought you could swap us back NOW? You really didn’t read your grandmother’s book.” He stomped a foot down, shattering the two amulets. “Fuck, I must really be drunk,” he said. “That was a really hasty decision. Fuck, why’d you have to drink WHISKEY to put me out?”

Colin’s face went white as he realized what Nigel had just done.

“So here’s what’s going to happen: we’re staying like this–EXACTLY like this–and I’m taking over as…” He fished out Ken’s wallet from his pocket. “Ken Malcolm. I’m gonna just start living his life, and you two are going to be my pets.” NIgel walked to the mirror. I can make this goofy looking face work, I guess. And I’ll just keep adding muscle with that spell I was using until I’m huge again. Everyone else will think I’m on roids, but who gives a fuck? Maybe I’ll move and just start over somewhere else.”

“B-but what about us?” Ken asked, his bulging body quivering with fear.

Nigel licked his lips. “This little guy… in my body… for some reason this is REALLY getting me off…” He chuckled as he watched little Ken tremble.

“Why not just change everything back the way it was?” Colin asked. “I mean, you have all the power here. Why give up your whole life for this?”

Nigel snatched up the two little men and dropped them on the bureau. “It’s hard to hear you little shits,” he said. “But it SOUNDED like you were asking me why I didn’t just swap us back? Well, a couple reasons… if I make mini-me here big again, I run the risk of him trying to beat me up BEFORE we can swap back. But also… I REALLY want to domesticate you, pretty man. Because that’s the thing that always got me. Even when things were good with us, you never QUITE obeyed me the way I wanted. This way, we can do that. I’ll have my pretty little pet, and you’ll get EXACTLY what you deserve for stealing my body and planning on dumping me that way. We can be happy together, eventually. Don’t you want that?”

Nigel stroked Colin’s face with a huge thumb. The grooves of his fingerprints made Colin shiver.

“But what about me?” Ken asked.

“How about this, little man? What if I make you my personal assistant? In exchange, I’ll give you EVEN MORE of that muscle you seem to want so bad.”

Ken looked down at his body–already a powerhouse (outside the fact that he only weighed a few ounces now), then up at the giant before him. “What… what do I have to do?”

“Anything I say,” Nigel said. “And in exchange…” He produced a small bag from his pocket and sprinkled some on Ken. “FORTUITO!”

Suddenly Ken’s body blossomed with even more muscle. He wobbled unsteadily, blown away by the shift in his mass. His legs were so huge now he had to widen his stance. His arms were too swollen, his lats too wide, to put his arms down. His chest had blown up so much he could barely look down.

“You like?” Nigel asked. Almost as if in response, Ken’s dick shot up. “Yeah, I thought you’d like. And for you…” Nigel poked Colin in the chest. “For now, I’ll keep you just like this, long as you stay pretty. And if you do anything to piss me off… well, y’know my gym buddies call you ‘Barbie-Boy’? Well, just so you know, I now have the power to make that a reality. At least now you can still talk and walk around. Imagine being a cute little doll, staring forward forever…”

Nigel’s hand beckoned and Ken looked over at Colin, then waddled toward his new master. “VERY nice,” Nigel said, patting Ken on the head. “Looks like we’re going to be one happy family.”