Something small

[Dogma]

(This was knocking around in my head. So I figured I'd get it out. It's pretty G-rated, so if you're looking for some hot hardcore fun, don't waste your time on this one.)


It started with something small. The silliest of exchanges.

Kevin walked into the change room as Eric was stripping off his shirt, looked over and said, “fuck man, you have no nipples whatsoever.”
It was true. Well, it was true unless Eric was absolutely freezing in which something might pop up. But otherwise his nipples were pretty much non-existent. Genetic thing. That’s the sort of stuff Eric was thinking as he glared at Kevin. That and “fuck you, asshole.” But what came out of his mouth was: “Well, we can’t all have nice plump nipples like you.”

And then it happened. As Eric glared he noticed that Kevin’s nipples were literally “plumping up.” They became full and engorged as if they were aroused but Kevin didn’t seem to notice. He just laughed at Eric, flexed his chest, and said, “Yeah, you wish you had a lot of things like me.” As he flexed the nipples pushed out to … it was hard to tell, not a half inch … a third, maybe? They were not obscenely big, but they were full and swollen—plump—and when Kevin finally pulled his shirt on, still snickering, he gave them an involuntary pinch and for a moment look slightly bewildered by the action, by their sensitivity. Then he dismissed it, smiled at Eric again and said, “Seeya round, goof.” And headed off. His nipples pushed noticeably against his white shirt, even seeming to grow slightly more as they rubbed against the material.

They didn’t go down. Eric had chalked the weird moment up to a cool breeze, or maybe Kevin was just, you know, sensitive there and had gotten aroused. But they didn’t go down. Whatever had happened, it was the new norm. Every time Eric saw him in the hallways, or in class, the nipples were still … there. Obviously there. Tweakably there, as when Kevin’s girlfriend gave them a tweak when they were kissing in the hallway. She got a yelp in return. But the point was nobody noticed that Kevin looked different. On some level, Kevin seemed to, or at least he seemed to be paying his nipples more attention. Rubbing them absently. But that might have just been because the new, plumper, more sensitive nipples were hard to ignore.

But every time, Eric saw Kevin walk by with those nice plump nipples pushing against his shirt he was left with one simple truth: the curse worked.

Things didn’t actually start with the nipples. They started back in sixth grade when Kevin punched out Eric for the first time. Then junior high. Then high school. Now they were in the same fricking university dorm. Oh the physical bullying had stopped. You can’t get away with that shit by the time you hit university. No, now it was just snide remarks every time Kevin saw Eric. That steady drip drip drip of insults that seems even worse than a beating.

So one day, after Eric had been dumped by his girlfriend, he decided he wanted to curse Kevin. Actually the dumping had had nothing to do with Kevin. But as Eric was walking home from the dump site, Kevin had jogged by and called him a bandy legged pussy whip. It was the snare drum to the shittiest day ever. Ba-dum-bum! Eric wasn’t even sure what a bandy legged pussy whip was, but the gendered language pissed him off and he was mad already. So he headed over to his buddy Tommy’s place and bought a curse. The $100 was handed over and the curse handed back before Eric even asked how it worked.
“So I can curse Kevin with this?” he asked as Tommy pocked the money. 'This' was a scroll with a bunch of latin on it. Read it, invoke his name, burn some incense, eye of newt, blah blah blah.
“No.”
“No??”
“Well, yes, but no. There are some pretty strict rules. You’re only allowed to curse him with a compliment and only when he has said something negative about you—so he’s the trigger, not you—and the compliment has to be the exact opposite of what he said about you. Oh, and you won’t actually be able to control what you say, it’ll just come rolling out of you.”
…
“Say, he walks in and calls you an ugly little shit.”
Yeah. Been there. Done that.
“You’ll turn around and say, “Yeah, I know, I’m not beautiful like you.” It’ll just pop out of your mouth and the curse will make him more beautiful.”
…
“So I’ll curse him and he’ll get better looking?”
“Yup,” Tommy nodded, pleased; sometimes this curse stuff took hours to explain.
“How is that even remotely a curse?! I’ll doom him to being tall, dark and handsome?!”
“Hey, it’s the best we could do with the money you had. Really nasty curses cost a lot of money. But that’s not the only thing, you cast an evil curse and it damages your soul. You pay a price every time you do something negative to him. But with this? You’re giving him what he wants. From a spiritual differential point of view, you come out the good guy.”
But … I don’t WANT to be the good guy! I want to be the guy that curses this asshole.
Tommy was having none of it: “Too bad. You’re the good guy. Look, you’re not seeing the big picture here. Kevin trashes you a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Remember that one time when he called you a pussy boy in the middle of … “Eric glared “ The point is you’ll have a lot of opportunity to throw ‘compliments’ at him and, well, sometimes positive things, too many positive things, aren’t a good thing.”

So, bigger nipples. Didn’t see that coming and they didn’t seem like such a bad thing. But Eric couldn’t help wondering what would come next.

[Reeza]

Certainly not a waste of time. I'm looking forward to where this is going.

[convolution]

I liked it too.
There are all kinds of circuitous possibilities

[Kurisu]

Oh yes - more of this please!

[Lucas88]

I like it..."kill" him with kindness and you can't help yourself...he's the trigger. Very original.

[mimimi1234]

That's gonna be awesome!!

[cutlerfan]

Please continue with this story..it sounds awesome so far!

[an0n12]

C'mon immobility >=D

[Dogma]

It probably sounds like Kevin is this huge bully. That?s certainly how Eric thought of him. But in reality, well, in an untouched reality, Kevin was only 5?10??just two inches taller than Eric?and at 170 only about 20 pounds heavier. He was on the swim team, which made the next change rather fortuities. Yup, you guessed it, the feet; which seemed kind of fluky to Eric but he was getting the sense that this whole curse business was kinda fluky. Anyway, long story short, Eric stepped on Kevin?s foot when they were walking in the hallway. No, wait, that deserves a bit more information. It?s not like Eric just stumbled into Kevin. Rather he?d looked over and saw Kevin?s chest and been mesmerized by those fat nipples pushing through his shirt. He was thinking randomly that Kevin should get a piercing or something to justify them and then bam, his foot ended up on Kevin?s foot. Kevin might not have noticed, but he was wearing sandals and it hurt, so he shoved Eric aside and muttered, ?Watch where you?re going, ?lady foot.?

That?s right, ?lady foot. ? It was probably just meant to be a size critique?Eric?s feet were a nimble size six and half?but Kevin always managed to throw in some of that gendered language to make himself feel more manly. No problem for the curse, it was willing to go with the flow and Eric found himself chirping back with a cutting, ?Hey, sorry they?re not big ?man feet? like yours.?

It was sort of like that classic transformation scene from an American Werewolf in London where the wolf guy?s feet stretch out. ?Like? that but with no wolves or howling or Blue Moon playing in the background. Just, you know, feet. Kevin?s size nines stretched to ten, eleven ? they probably ended up at about a size fourteen. The sandals stayed size nine though. The curse didn?t do clothes. So Kevin?s now big manly toes were hanging over the end of his sandals and the straps were cutting into the thick arch his new feet. He was lucky. He could have been wearing shoes, which would have been a whole lot more dramatic. As it was the curse did its thing and nobody but Eric noticed the physical change. But that mental adjustment apparently didn?t include ?walking in size 14 feet for the first time? training for Kevin. He stumbled over his new flippers, the sandals went flying and he ended up on the ground in a heap. He looked up at Eric and growled. Like, literally growled.

Fuck, Eric thought, it?s not like it? s my fault you?re clumsy. No wait, actually ? Eric called on the better part of valour and bolted.

As for Kevin, the change meant replacing three inexplicably too small pairs of shoes, some trashed sandals, a whole bunch of socks that apparently don?t stretch that much, getting tagged with the new nickname ?Bigfoot? from his buddies?it was hard to tell if the nickname was new; it just started being used after the change?and setting a new swim record for the school during a competition later that week. In the end he did just fine with those big feet.

But their next encounter in the gym would leave a bigger mark.

[sonic260]

I like this concept.

[Dogma]

Really, Eric had no business being in the gym. He was one of those start and stop work out guys. Do two weeks, get discouraged, quit for a month, then go back for another two weeks. You know the type.

So there he was on the bench press with a 25 pound plate on either side of the bar and struggling a bit when Kevin walked by and smiled at him:

?Man, you must have, like, no testosterone in you.?

Honestly, Eric wasn?t even thinking about the curse. He was ready to snap back anyway and didn?t even realize it was the curse that was doing the talking. So he wasn?t expecting anything when he bit back with, ?Yeah, we can?t all be filled with testosterone like you are. You?re like a walking growth hormone, aren?t you??

That was pretty elaborate. In response, Kevin?s body ?rippled.? That was the best way to describe it. As if his entire body was shifting just a bit and then it was over. Eric knew the curse had been activated but there didn?t seem to be anything different about Kevin. No, wait. He had a five-o?clock shadow now. Just a hint of it. But it hadn?t been there before. As it turns out the curse had added a treasure trail to Kevin?s formerly smooth stomach, but Eric wouldn?t notice that until they were in the change room later on.

It was pretty anti-climatic. The feet had been pretty dramatic. Hell, the nipples had been more dramatic. Didn?t a walking growth hormone look different?

Like last time, Kevin was blissfully ignorant that anything had happened. But he did recognize sarcasm when he heard it and gave Eric a sharp punch in his shoulder. ?You better watch your mouth, LaFarge (yeah, Eric had a last name) or this human growth hormone is going to rip it off your face.?
And that was it, Kevin walked away and went back to his workout as if nothing had happened. When Eric spotted him in the change room later on?and noticed that new treasure trail?Kevin even seemed to be in a pretty good mood. He high-fived one of his buddies and didn?t bother with Eric. Apparently the only impact had been a good workout.

This really was a crap curse.

A few weeks later, Eric started to cotton on to the fact that maybe something had happened. He was waiting, blissfully unnoticed, behind Kevin to get into an exam when he noticed that Kevin?s shirt looked a bit tighter. Not dramatically. But enough to be noticeable. It looked like he had started working out more and the results were just starting to show. There was something else too; Kevin smelled. Not bad, exactly. Almost sort of good. Like fresh sweat, which is a whole different thing from the smell of old sweat. He smelled ?male.? If there was such a smell.

Now, Eric wasn?t into guys. This whole episode kicked off with him getting dumped by his girlfriend. But that smell, man, whatever it was Kevin was pumping it out and it lingered with Eric through the rest of the exam.

It was almost two months before he saw Kevin again. Exam period led into Christmas, led into a batch of fresh class in January that were Kevin free. He?d almost forgotten about the last encounter until he bumped into Kevin in the change room. Like, literally bumped into him. The curse had worked. It just took a while for the results to show up. Kevin was ? growing. There was no other way to put it.

Kevin had always been a couple of inches taller than Eric. So Eric had to look up when he was being insulted, but not much. But this time when Eric walked into, or rather bounced off of Kevin, he found he was staring into the bully?s chin.

?Get the fuck out of the way, dumb ass,? Kevin growled as he shoved Eric aside and walked into the change room. He was sweating, that male smell again, wearing a tank top and sweats pants. He?d just been working out again. If Eric was a better stalker he would have realized Kevin had been working out a lot more. But at this point all he realized was that Kevin was bigger. Probably two inches taller, if the eyes to chin measure was any indication. That made Kevin 6? even. Not a huge difference. But a difference. He?d also put on 20 pounds. Eric knew that because Kevin announced it after stepping on the scale (?Holy fuck, I?m up 20 pounds over the last two months!?) That made him 190. He announced that too before stripping off his shirt and heading towards his locker.

The new 20 pounds were all muscle. And ?fresh? muscle at that. Eric hadn?t ever thought of there being such a thing but it was the only way to describe it. Eric had bright telltale stretch marks on his thickening chest and shoulders that indicated he?d put on muscle fast. The impact was all over. Eric hadn?t spent a lot of time thinking about Kevin?s body before other than getting out of its way. But now Kevin?s pecs were growing into those thick nipples. His arms looked like they were, what, 18 inches? 19? He shaved his chest?a swim team thing?but Eric could see the hint of a treasure trail and a dark hue to his chest where the hair was coming in. Must be all that extra testosterone.

The appraisal didn?t go unnoticed. Kevin?s wadded up tank top bounced off Eric?s face. Kevin had actually been methodically wadding up the sweaty tank top while Eric was staring at him so it shouldn't have been a surprise when he chucked it at Eric. But Eric, even if he didn't want to admit it, was thinking with his dick and did notice anything until he was being splatted with sweat and tank top. Kevin sneered: ?You like what you see, dicksplash? Maybe if you were a ?walking growth hormone? you could look like this too.?

This time the curse had nothing to say.

[Dogma]

Eric spent more time in the change room after that. Well, and in the gym and he started swimming in the pool. But either way that left him in the change room more often ? using a locker near Kevin. Okay, he was intrigued. This was a train wreck from which Eric could not stop looking.

It was like Kevin was on steroids. Only he wasn?t. They tested for that because while getting your feet stretched out an extra five inches might not get noticed, apparently putting on 20 pounds of muscle over a couple of months does get noticed. Curse logic. His body was just pumping the testosterone out naturally. So the more he worked out, the more he grew. He was starting to look pretty big for the swim team and the football coach had been chatting him up lately.

So, yeah, not-gay Eric was kind of intrigued. Buff Kevin meanwhile seemed to be in a better mood. Apparently being a walking growth hormone didn?t include rage. Still, that didn?t mean he wasn?t ready to trash talk Eric when he walked in and saw him parked on the bench: ?I see you spending time here, but you?re still a skinny-assed twerp.?

Cue, the curse.

?I know. I know. I don?t have a big thick muscular ass like you.?

?Seriously?? Eric thought as the words tumbled out of his mouth. ?A muscle ass? Tell me I did NOT just say that.?

Seriously.

Kevin had already turned away by the time Eric muttered the words so Eric got a butt-side view of the process. Unlike the testosterone boost, this one was immediate. Kevin was wearing cotton shorts?was he free-balling in them??and another tank top. The shorts had been loose enough before but Kevin?s ass thickened with dense glutes stretching the material and leaving a deep line in the middle. The shorts hugged this new muscle ass so tightly that Eric could see the striations in Kevin?s ass every time he moved. The impact wasn?t limited to his ass. Thick legs pushed out from the shorts. Walking-growth-hormone Kevin had a solid upper body now but this change (confirmed by another hop on the scale and weight announcement that seemed oblivious to the impossibility of such a rapid weight gain) had added another 20 pounds to his lower body, giving him a powerskater?s body shape, with massive thighs and thick glutes.

Kevin walked out of the change room, ass cheek?s sliding tightly against each other as he moved, not even noticing the tear along the seams of the shorts. They?d survive the workout. But he?d be annoyed to discover he couldn?t fit into his jeans any more when he tried to put them back on. Why the hell did that keep happening?

[Dogma]

Yeah, the change room again. Eric was coming out of the pool. Kevin was heading in. Kevin wasn’t on the swim team any more—too damn big, but he still liked swimming. Although, he grumped as he stripped out of his shirts, it was hard as hell to get his thick ass into his speedo now.

Anyway, the timing is the critical part here. Eric had just come out of the pool after swimming laps. (He was actually getting a bit fitter. Consistent time in the gym and pool.) But fitter or not, he had just come out of a cold pool so it was awful timing that he was pulling down his shorts when Kevin looked over, did a double take and laughed—a deeper laugh than it had been 45 pounds of muscle and four inches of height ago.
“Jesus, Lafarge. You have nothing down there. Are those balls even big enough to hold cum?”

Three thoughts raced through Eric’s head:

1 WTF Kevin, you’ve never heard of shrinkage?!
2 Who says stuff like that!?
3 Kevin shaves his nuts?! (Yeah, he just noticed that. It was probably a swim team thing, or former swim team thing, since that big muscle ass landed Kevin on the football team.)

So yeah, those three thoughts one after another. But what rolled off Eric’s tongue was this:
“We can’t all have big fat bull balls like you, Kevin. Fuck, I bet your balls are always bursting with cum.”

Kevin’s lip curled up in a grin and he said, “I … I …“ and then he paused. Pause-button paused with his mouth open and one of those stuttered ‘I’s’ just kind of hanging there. The curse was working again.

Kevin’s balls filled. Eric couldn’t help but stare. Maybe it was part of the curse, maybe it was just seeing a guy’s ball sack fill up, but he stared. He stared unashamedly. The shaved nuts thing turned out to be relevant because it made the whole process more visible. Kevin’s balls swelled to golf ball size, stretching the ball sack until the skin was tight. And then the ball sack stretched and loosened again, allowing the balls to grow even more, as if it was inhaling and then exhaling.

He didn’t get bull balls, but the end result wasn’t far off; filling his crotch with lemon sized balls. His ball sack wasn’t stretched tight, but it was filled. These weren’t loose or low hanging balls. They were fat and full and shifted when he moved. Balls that looked like they were on the verge of cumming, always tensed up and ready to release. His cock grew too. The curse liked keeping at least a semblance of balance. So Kevin’s former seven inch cock would probably top out over nine now and he was more of a shower now, his flaccid cock was probably six inches but still didn’t look big backed by those massive balls. Wait … no, not quite flaccid, there was a fullness there that said it was semi-hard. A little aroused. Eric was starting to get a sense of how the curse operated and he had a feeling that fullness was going to be Kevin’s new norm; like those full nipples that looked like he was always aroused. Kevin was always going to be semi aroused now. As if on cue, pre-cum pooled at the end of Kevin’s cock, and then slipped over into a long stretched out drip before landing on Kevin’s thick thighs. The cock head was already damp with more precum. Kevin’s balls were so over-filled with cum that he was literally dripping.

And Kevin was moving again he stumbled as the curse finished its work. His balls shifted back and forth as he caught his balance and another drip of precum slid thickly off his cock head and dangled in a string.

“Fuck,” Usually Kevin hardly noticed the curse. An extra nipple tweak, a cheeky ass flex maybe, but then he moved on. This time he came out positively distracted. “Christ, I’m …” one of his hands slipped down to cup his balls, which were now easily more than a handful and then slid across his slick full cock head. Finally his eyes seemed to clear and he realized Eric was in front of him. He grinned.

“What are you staring at small balls?” He didn’t wait for a reply but spun around, the previously exchange forgotten, grabbed his bathing suit and pulled it on. Only, it didn’t fit. Kevin’s full muscular ass had already made the speedo a snug fit, with the tops of his muscular glutes pushing out above the suit. But that new set of balls finished it. The suit just covered the balls and Kevin’s cock head, but it couldn’t contain the meat of that cock.

Again, the curse didn’t do clothes. Kevin tugged at the speedo, every tug sending a ripple through his balls and flexing his cock a little more, and muttered, “WTF? Why do I even own this thing?”

He changed back into a pair of sweatpants—decent jeans were hard to find for his body now—and headed out the door. The bulge in front shifting obscenely back and forth as he walked. Fuck he needed to get off. He always needed to get off now.

[Dogma]

People didn?t notice anything different about Kevin when the curse did its work. But things did change. He had started out on the swim team. Then moved to the cycling team and the football team. But he was still growing and it looked like he was going to get too big for cycling. He was up to 6?3? now?almost a head taller than Eric?and a solid 225. His friends all stuck with him, the curse seemed to like continuity, but the nicknames changed with every shift. Now he was Bullman, a nick-name that said as much about his hefty package as it did about his growing size. And Riana, his girlfriend, stuck with him, it was as if her taste in men shifted every time the curse shifted Kevin. Now she liked sex ? a lot, which was a good thing because Kevin needed to get off a lot now. Like, every few hours a lot. The precum was a clue. Eric would notice a damp mark on Kevin?s sweatpants and then Kevin would be heading for the washroom in the gym. Eric probably wasn?t the only one to notice, but when it came to Bullman people were willing to look the other way.

Eric was looking the other way when he did one of his patented walk into the bully maneuvers in the change room again. And yes, it had started to occur to Eric that this whole bad vibes experience with Kevin could probably have been avoided if he only did a better job of watching where he was going.

Anyway, he was. Kevin was. And he bounced off Kevin, landed on the floor, and found himself looking up at his thick-assed, big-balled, succulently-nippled tormenter. Kevin?s shorts were already damp in the crotch and it wasn?t from sweat. Eric swallowed as Kevin looked down and smiled.

?Hey Punk,? Kevin slid his shorts off and then stood up again and put one of those size 14 feet on Eric, pressing him to the floor. The foot stretched from Eric?s stomach to his chest, the toes inches from his mouth. ?I was coming in here to drain these monsters ?? he lifted them up and then let them fall back down again. Only they didn?t fall, they just slid back and forth against each other, because Kevin?s sack was too tight, too fully packed for any sort of ?falling? to happen. A bead of pre-cum formed on his cock and started to slowly, almost as if in slow motion, slide down towards Eric. ?But you know what, why don?t I get a little-dicked fucker like you to suck my cock for me??

Now, what we have here is a classic fork in the road.

Eric was ready to suck that loaded cock. Kevin was just too much of an alpha male to resist. He literally reeked of masculinity; that mix of fresh sweat and male that just burned in Eric?s nose. That temptation probably had something to do with the curse. It bound the two of them closer together to the point where straight-guy Kevin was asking for a blow job and straight-guy Eric would have given it to him even without the insistence of a foot pinning him to the floor. Eric was ready to be Kevin?s bitch and if his lips had touched that cock and he had gorged himself on all that cum, well, let?s just say there would have been no turning back for either of them.

So, that?s how things could have gone. But it was the phrase ?little-dicked? that sealed Kevin?s and Eric?s fate. As soon as he uttered that phrase, Eric?s mouth slid open and he replied: ?Yeah? Well, your fucking dick is so big why don?t you just give yourself a blow job.?

?Uhh.? Kevin stepped back involuntarily. This wasn?t like the other times. There was no pause, no rippling of his body as changes smoothly happened.
?Uhhhhh.? No, this was different. Kevin was already full of testosterone and cum. But he was still be able to think, even though the horniness left him fuzzy-brained. But now? ?UHHHHHHH,? This was purely animal.

Eric slid himself back against a bench and watched as Kevin swayed in front of him. Kevin?s cock was ? swelling ? Not getting hard. Swelling. Getting thicker and longer without getting hard. Eight inches. Nine. Ten. As thick as Kevin?s forearm. Still not getting hard. Eleven. Twelve. It bowed almost down to his knee. And then it started to rise. Eric licked his lips, mesmerized. He?d suck that dick. Although at the rate its mushroom shaped head was swelling he doubted he?d be able to get his lips around it for long.

Not that he was going to get a chance. You see, the words were critical here. Eric hadn?t just said lick your own dick. Kevin sat down and did that as it bowed up towards his mouth. He hadn?t said suck your own dick. Kevin did that as the now-sixteen inch cock, with thick veins cording around it, slid easily into his widening mouth. No. Eric had said give yourself a blow job. The curse was very precise that way. It wanted a proper blow job. Kevin?s back snapped and then stretched. He was 6?5? now, but more importantly he gained added flexibility. His head could arch down even as his 18-inch cock stretched up. His body reconfigured itself to deliver the perfect blow job to ? itself. Kevin?s balls grew even bigger and fuller; proportioning themselves to that 18-inch cock.

It didn?t take hours, but it felt like it. Kevin just didn?t give himself a quickie he made a proper job of it. It was the best blow job he?d ever had and when he came he came, almost quite literally, buckets. Swallowing load after load from his own cock. Eric watched the whole thing and then as Kevin?s balls flexed and pulsed for that one last load, Eric quietly backed away. Kevin?s cock settled down. It settled down to a 12 inch semisoft state. Easily eight inches around. It probably wouldn?t even fit into his sweatpants any more. And his balls? They were already filling up for another go.

?I think," Eric grabbed his bag and headed out of the change room as Kevin leaned back in a state of post blown bliss. ?My work is done here.?

Epilogue

The curse was finished. Kevin?s relationship with Riana was finished too. A girl can only deal with so many shifts in reality and there was no way she was going to deal with one that brought an 18-inch cock any where near her. But Big-Dick kept his friends. Yeah, they thought it was a little fucked up that he could and did give himself blow jobs. But the sports, drinking, and general bullshitting part of any good friendship was still the same. So what the hell?
He didn?t bully Eric any more. Hell, he didn?t bully anyone any more. He was either gearing up to cum or in the ecstasy of cuming. He found nothing and no one could piss him off any more. The university career was a wash. No one can study when they?re constantly horned up. But let?s face it, in this world there?s a lucrative market for a guy with Kevin?s talents so it?s not like he wanted for cash.

As for Eric, well, he didn?t hate Kevin any more. He could never quite shake the scent of the guy, and the sight of that massive cock and those throbbing balls from his head, but he did get together with his ex again eventually. It didn?t last. She dumped him again. And it was right in that angry moment after he?d been dumped, again, that Daniel walked by and called him a Loser Weiner Dog ?

[skumbum]

This was awesome!

[Mdlftr]

I've NEVER seen a "revenge curse" before!

Funny! And a very original idea!

I especially loved the tag line, Eric says to himself:

"I think my work here is done," as Kevin undergoes the latest change.

Mdlftr

[convolution]

Excellent job
A nice, short, erotic fantasy.
I love the symmetry of Eric being destroyed by the opposite of the condition described in his cruel statements.

[Jockmorphr]

Really awesome, fun, and highly original story!

It was cool that you played around with the characters' awareness and, like others, I found the idea of twisting the bully's insults into his own transformation very hot.

[Reeza]

Hot and funny - my favorite combination! Very good work.

Did you write this all as fast as you posted it? If so, I'm jealous.

[Dogma]

Ha. No, I'm not that quick. I threw together the rough draft on Sunday and was just cleaning it up a little as I was putting up the chapters yesterday; except for the foot chapter, that got added on the fly to add a little more punch to the scene at the end where Kevin's bare foot was pinning Eric down.

I was going to be coy and slowly dribble the chapters out over a few days but I got rolling and figured I might as well put them all up and be done with it.

[cutlerfan]

I loved this! Please write more stories like it! Please?

[no name]

Hey Dogma,

I agree with the others - this was a really original idea (and well executed, too).

Also, if there's ever a sequel, then I hope the protagonist will say something like: "Well, unlike you, most people don't have muscles that are twice the size of the Hulk's." But hey, that's just me being greedy...

Thanks again,
no name

[galpha567]

This was totally hot and original.

Maybe in the sequel the revenge curse will backfire?