Despite being a puny 6'1, Jake always wanted to be smaller. MUCH smaller. Fortunately for him, he got his wish about once a month. When the full moon was out, Jake had the power to control size. Normally, he'd wait for his roommates Aaron and Mark to go to sleep and take their dirty socks and underwear. He'd shrink down to 6 inches but keep his dick normal sized, then have the time of his life.

This time, his roommate Aaron had just gone on a run, and his shoes made the living room reek. So that night, he shrunk himself even smaller than usual and screwed around in the giant shoe. The only problem was that in the dark of the giant size 11, Jake didn't realize how much time had passed. When he emerged from the show, it was well past sunrise, meaning the moon was about to set! In a panic, he tried to balloon himself up as fast as he could, but the moon set as he tried. Despite his best effort, his view stopped at eye level far below the front doorknob, leaving him stuck at 2 feet for a month.

"Jake?!" Oh no. Aaron was just getting out of the shower. Jake already knew how small he was, but fuck, having Aaron tower over him really sent the message home. "What happened to you?" Jake wasn't sure he could trust Aaron, so he lied and said he had no idea. "Dude... You're so fucking small," Aaron said as he covered all of Jake's foot with his humongous toes. The towel in front of Jake's face began to shift. Aaron smirked, letting his towel drop to the floor, revealing his thick cut cock. At first he was horrified, but when Jake felt Aaron's dick curl over his head, he couldn't help himself. He always wanted to be small, he just had no idea how truly overwhelming and amazing it'd truly be.

And so began a month of foot massages, a month sucking giant toes and cocks, a month spent doing all the chores. Jake definitely leaned into his role. When the three of them watched TV, Jake insisted on being on the floor between Mark and Aaron. It was such a huge turn on to look at the massive towering legs that jutted out from Aaron's otherworldly feet then look to the otherwise to see them put to shame by Mark's godlike body. Whenever the boys had company over, it immediately turned into an orgy the second they took a closer look at Mark's footstool. But Jake knew it had an ending.

On the night of the next full moon, Mark was spending the night at a friend's, so unfortunately Jake would only have Aaron. As the time came closer, Jake went looking for Aaron and found him sitting on the bathroom counter. Both of his feet that Jake had gotten to know very well the past month were at eye level. Aaron smiled and said, "Hey - I was about to hop in the shower when I realized how much my feet had sweat, and I thought I'd be a good roommate and save them for you!" With that, he wiggled the massive toes, inviting Jake's little mouth to them. Jake started by rubbing his face under the toes, letting them curl over his head, before running his tongue around the big toes, far too massive to fit in his mouth. As he continued to the approving moans of his giant roommate, he started imagining being 6 inches tall again, waiting for the moon to peak over the horizon.

He'd never sunk down so fast. When he looked up, he saw Aaron's face between his massive feet that were now bigger than him. "Dude holy shit! How'd you get so small?" Jake's boner doubled in size as he said, "The same way you're getting so big!" He concentrated on Aaron, and soon enough, Aaron's feet were getting closer and closer accompanied by the sound of Aaron's moans, which had the excitement of someone who had never known such ecstasy. A thump on either side of him, Jake looked over and realized that he was barely longer than the meaty toes. One foot rose up above him, then scrunched him in the long toes. He moved up quickly then was dropped in a hand.

Eye to eye with Aaron's giant eyes, Jake smiled. He felt the hand he was on constrict as fear flashed into Aaron's eyes. Soon, Jake was too heavy to hold. Then, they both fit on the counter. Then, Jake was taller than him. Then, Aaron was as small to make as Jake had been to Aaron the past month. Jake flicked his dick in front of Aaron's face. "If you don't want to get any smaller, my feet are dying to be licked."

The next morning, Mark walked in to see a two foot body lying on the ground. "Morning little guy. Nice of you to wait here for me." Mark took his sockless foot out of his shoe and placed it on the little man's torso. Muffled under his toes were, "Mark! It's me!" Mark would soon learn that.

“Nice shoes,” I told my roommate Rick as he slipped a white sneaker onto his huge foot.

Rick grinned at me. “You like it?” he said. He was about to go out for a jog in his skimpy little running shorts. Fuck, he was hot – all muscle, too dumb for conversation.

“Yeah, but where’s the other one?” I said. He only seemed to have a right shoe, no left.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder and pressing. He was so strong! The pressure was intense and I felt myself falling to the ground, shrinking, compressing, dwindling down under his grasp. I didn’t have time to protest before I was lying on the floor in a pile of my clothes, staring up at him.

“Now I’ve got a matched pair,” he said, and his massive foot loomed over me, slipping into my newly-transformed sneaker body. I could feel his toes wiggle inside me, taste his sweat, feel his fingers lacing me up. I wondered if he’d ever change me back.

He laughed. “Yeah man,” he said. “I’ll change you back. But you’re gonna reek of my feet by the time I’m done with you.”

Too bad whenever his cock got hard the specific nipple effect would change, so if he played with one it might be different next time. And just his luck, he’s attracted a vers Switch partner with a nipple interest and…he’s not complaining about the constant back and forth of pleasure…

“When can we go back to the devolution resort?” I asked him.

“They have an opening next month,” he said. “But we could always try this home regressor.” He pulled out two bottles of serum that he’d purchased before we left.

“Worth a shot,” I said, grabbing one and taking a swing. Immediately, I felt the familiar devolution effect: my mind clouding over, my body hunching forward, hair racing over my body.

“So hot,” he said as I knuckle-walked over to him.

“You gonna take it too?” I grunted. 

He grinned. “No dude,” he said. “This time, you’re going to be my pet monkey man.”

“Huh?” I grunted. I didn’t get it. I didn’t care. My ears were rounding out, sticking out from my head, my dick was plumping in my boxers, and my toes were stretching and growing more flexible. I scratched my head in confusion and he laughed.

“That’s it, ape boy,” he said. “Now show me that furry ass of yours.”

Curious about what's happened to Ethan and what's coming next? Check out the master post here!

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Are you enjoying your gifts? No doubt with that boner. Here’s another to help that problem - a hungry stoner!

“They said it was some holiday deal or something,” Kyle said shyly as he showed the bag of goods to Ethan, as the two of them lounged in his neighbor’s backyard. 

When his family moved to this neighborhood as a child, Ethan found himself making friends with the neighbor’s kid next door. Kyle had always been younger than him, and when they were growing up, he was desperate for Ethan’s attention and approval. It never really bothered Ethan, although Kyle could be a bit annoying and pushy at times. And Ethan never knew why Kyle was so interested in being his friend over his brothers. But as they grew older, the feelings of annoyance soon mellowed out, and the two of them were able to hang out together on summer breaks and winter holidays whenever they were both back in town. It had been a few years since Ethan had last seen Kyle, but the other man was still just as scrawny and shy as when they first met.

Since both young men had plans with their families for the holidays, they had agreed to hang out at least once while Ethan was back. Kyle had suggested doing something more fun, outside of their usual “movie and game” nights. And while Ethan wasn’t sure what to expect from the neighbor, he didn’t expect him to show up with a whole bag of weed products. The young man huffed as he rifled through his friend’s purchase, pulling out several different types of edibles. Gummies, chocolates, drinks, cookies… whatever one could want, Kyle had bought a sampling of. He stared at his friend with a raised brow, only snorting in mild amusement at the other’s stunned expression.

“Please tell me you’ve had weed before. You didn’t just… buy every bit of food you saw in the store!” he teased as he bumped Kyle’s shoulder with his own.

His friend’s face flushed a deep red, and he only coughed awkwardly as he looked away with a hint of shame on his face. “I-I thought people got munchies when they get high! I was trying to get snacks!” Kyle protested as he buried his face in his hands. “The store people said they’d give me a discount cause they never saw anyone get so much… I think they knew I was new or something…”

Ethan couldn’t stop laughing as he teased his friend, clutching at his stomach in amusement at the other’s silly blunder. “Oh my god! Kyle! There’s no way–!” he laughed. It was a genuine mistake, albeit his more innocent, sheltered friend wouldn’t have known either way. “Well, I bet they gave you that discount cause they were so happy you were spending so much,” Ethan chuckled, wiping at his face for any stray tears that fell from his eyes.

Kyle huffed as he turned his attention back to the bag, carefully pulling out a small ziploc bag with a couple of prerolled joints, waving it before Ethan’s eyes. “Hey, I mean, they got me this one, too! So I knew what I was getting into,” he huffed. “The dude said it was some new strain or something that they were trying out, but figured I’d like the free sample.” The younger man proceeded to rifle through his pockets, pulling out a lighter, as Ethan popped open a case of gummy edibles.

“Sure, sure, better not to tell them that you have no experience with this at all,” Ethan hummed with a twinkling glimmer in his eyes as he held the case out for Kyle. “Are you sure you wanna smoke that now? You can take a gummy instead.”

But the younger man shook his head as he lit the end of the blunt, watching it smoke and glow a brilliant orange. “Nah, my parents are gonna be out for most of the day. I probably won’t get another chance to use this anyway, but I can stash the edibles in my room or something. I bet they’ll also think it’s just some snacks that I’m hoarding…”

Ethan snorted as he popped a gummy into his mouth, only pointing at the label on the front of the tin that said ‘Cannabis’ and ‘THC’ in bold, black letters. “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, man. I’m pretty sure everyone reading this is gonna know what’s in here.” He couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin forming on his face as he watched Kyle turn another brilliant shade of red. His friend coughed and spluttered, turning his back towards Ethan in protest.

“Alright, alright! No more teasing. Let’s enjoy it. We’ve never gotten high together before,” Ethan relented as he tugged his coat on a bit tighter around him. Today was lucky; no heavy snowfall or strong winds. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t cold for him. He watched as Kyle quickly, shallowly dragged from the joint, only coughing and spluttering out heavy puffs of smoke into the crisp air. 

“Ah, you gotta take a deep breath, Kyle! You know, breathe in deep until you feel it in your lungs, and then you hold it before letting it go,” Ethan mused as he tried to help coach his naive friend through it. “It’ll burn the first few times, for sure. And you’ll probably cough a lot. Just don’t do anything more than what you’re used to.”

It took a few more tries, between the watery eyes and the loud fits of coughing, but as Kyle made it through about halfway through the joint, the younger man seemed more comfortable with the feeling. He glanced over at Ethan, glassy eyes not yet reaching their full mark. “Oh… I think I’m feeling something…” he mumbled awkwardly as he stared back down at himself in mild confusion.

Unbothered by the statement, Ethan only waved his hand at his neighbor. “Yeah, it’s probably hitting now. Goes a lot faster than the edibles at least,” he hummed as he propped his head up with his arms. “You can probably stop now if you’re already feeling it. Don’t want you blasted out of your mind where you can’t remember any of this the next day.” But despite Ethan’s words of caution, he watched as Kyle took another long and hefty drag from his joint. Whatever contorted expression his neighbor had worn before, from the stinging smoke and acrid taste, seemed to shift into one of bliss and satisfaction.

Grunting as he took yet another long drag from the joint, Kyle felt a scratchiness rub at his upper lip. The young man reached one hand up lazily, letting his fingertips brush over a rather thick and bushy coating of moustache hair. His brows furrowed amidst the foggy haze in his mind, wondering how he could have grown a moustache in mere seconds when he spent his whole life not having the genetics for facial hair. And yet, the moustache was accompanied by a light itching along his jawline and chin. Black dots filled in where Kyle had kept a nice and short stubble to highlight his efforts in growing his moustache.

“Whoa, man… I think the edible must be hitting or something,” Ethan said slowly as he stared over at his friend. He didn’t even remember Kyle having facial hair, but the younger man sitting beside him certainly looked good with it. “When’d you get that stache? You look like one of those '90s gay porn stars with that look,” he said with a laugh.

Kyle chuckled in turn, his voice lowering to a more mellowed, dumber laugh as he tried to follow along with Ethan’s joke. He didn’t ever remember having a moustache, but whenever he thought about it, the younger man could only think about how good he looked with it and how it was his signature style. He opened his mouth to speak, but instead found the blunt slipping past his lips. Kyle took in another long, deep inhale, letting the smoke slip down his throat and into his lungs. “Huh huh, yeah… I bet I’d look really hot as a pornstar. I’d gotta have the body for it too, though, right? Like one of those big dudes that has the stamina to keep fuckin’ all day and night,” he chuckled as he wiped at some drool from the corner of his lips.

Turning his gaze away from his friend, Ethan chuckled as well. This must have been some fast-acting weed, given how much he was feeling woozy. But he was just here to have some fun with his friend; there was no reason that he couldn’t entertain the idea of Kyle being some juiced-up pornstar. Pulling out his phone to browse the internet, Ethan began scrolling through Instagram and TikTok to find some better examples. “Oh yeah, man. One of those big, bulked-up dudes that loves railing anyone and everyone… I bet you’d even have like, massive arms that can really pin people down. And it just bursts out of your sleeves whenever you flex, so you gotta wear tank tops or sleeveless stuff all the time.”

Ethan didn’t register the low, rumbling moan that came from Kyle’s lips, nor did he glance up to see his friend finishing up the last of the blunt that he smoked. He even missed hearing the ripping sound of Kyle’s sleeves as the other’s arms grew to massive proportions. Ethan was too engrossed in finding the perfect example of someone who could be Kyle’s ‘idealized pornstar’ self to see his friend flexing and exploring his thick biceps.

The other man’s exploration was slow and deliberate, his thick, meaty fingers running over the veins that dotted and arced underneath his skin. Kyle’s fingertips pressed and probed at the flexed biceps, feeling the thick, meaty mounds of muscle that were underneath. A low, lewd groan spilled out as he let one of his hands try to grasp at the beefy mound that exploded before his very eyes. And yet, even with how large his hands had grown, Kyle couldn’t even get it to wrap around halfway. The growing man grinned dumbly as he squeezed and poked at his arm muscles, savoring the feeling of power and strength flooding through him.

“...And what else would I have to have? You know, ‘cause I’d wanna be the best 90s gay pornstar out there,” Kyle chuckled as he watched a fresh coating of hair fluff up and grow underneath his armpits. The younger man let one hand tug at the collar of his shirt, granting him access to see the light, healthy dusting of chest hair covering his torso.

Still engrossed with his browsing, Ethan found the profile of someone called stonerboi69. He practically rolled his eyes at the name, but found that the owner of the account was actually quite hot. He certainly had the body for it, anyway, as this user only posted body shots, headless shirtless photos, and videos of them talking low and deep to the camera. Turning up the volume on his phone, Ethan tapped on one of the more popular videos for them both to listen to.

“...That’s it, boy… Why don’t you behave and let me be in control? Take one last good suck before you start blowing on my pipe…” the voice rumbled as the camera showed the man gripping at his thick cock through his shorts. “I bet that’s why you wanted to come over. You wanted me to get all high and horny so you could get a taste of this dick…”

Ethan blushed at the rather lewd and explicit video, quickly flicking away and turning his phone on mute so the two of them didn’t listen to any more dirty talk. “Well, I guess you’d have to do things like that. Being all dominant and controlling, but I guess also this big ole stoner. Seems like that’s what people are liking. A cocky, confident dude who could have it all, but spends his days just smoking pot and fuckin’ and thinking about nothing else…” he droned on.

Kyle was still listening to his friend, or at least trying to do so. He had already pulled out a second blunt from the bag, lighting it and slipping it between his lips like a practiced routine. The younger man sucked and puffed at the somked, humming as he savored the taste. With each puff of air that left his lips, Kyle’s smarts, self-conscious thoughts, and anxieties all melted away into simplicity. There wasn’t much else that could really fit in his mind besides smoking a lot of weed and having sex whenever he could. In fact, the mere idea of hotboxing a car while getting head from a little cutie was enough to make Kyle’s own cock twitch and throb in his shorts. The stoner slowly reached down to adjust his thick, squirming python, silently cursing at himself for wearing such small underwaer today. The outline of the fat cock was pressed tight against his clothes, but his friend didn’t even seem to notice. In fact, Kyle’s friend seemed far too engrossed with his phone even to see him palming and touching himself. That was good. He liked the naive, innocent ones. They were always more eager to play with him and his fat rod later. And when they asked him for a smoke, Kyle would make sure they were sufficiently gagged and coughing over his member instead.

“Huhh huhh… That sounds dope, dude… Just fuckin’ and suckin’ and blowin’ all day? I’m pretty good at that shit already,” Kyle chortled as he wet his lips with his tongue. Fuck, he was feelin’ good. An intense smoke always hit the spot for him, especially when he had the day to lounge about with a fresh supply. He sighed as he let out a puff of smoke, watching as it curled around into white wisps above Ethan’s head. At some point, Kyle had shifted up to sit on top of the table, staring down at his neighbor with all the focus he could muster. When had Ethan gotten so cute? It seemed like only a few years ago when the younger man used to chase Kyle all around the neighborhood. The only way the older man could explain it was that it was just a silly childhood crush. But now that Ethan was all grown and acting cute and shit, Kyle could feel his fat length throb at the idea of making his younger neighbor splutter over his length.

Glancing at the notification of a new post from stonerboi69, Ethan eagerly refreshed the page with a soft hum. His eyes widened at the sight of the pornstar posting his very first face reveal pic! It showed off the other’s thick and firm muscular body, with muscles that bulged every which way. The pornstar had his signature moustache on, with a bong between his thighs in place of his hardened cock. The caption was just as lewd and explicit as always, talking about how he was looking forward to some boys to ‘suck a pipe’ together with him.

But when he looked at the face, Ethan couldn’t help but inhale sharply in surprise. It looked… almost exactly like Kyle, if his friend had grown out facial hair, aged up several more years, and had the body of a Greek god. In fact, it was almost uncanny how similar they looked. It was the perfect representation of what they had been joking about. And so, Ethan quickly saved the profile, then turned his phone and glanced up at his friend to show it to him. “Yeah, you could be just like this guy! I bet he’s the best pornstar there is out there–”

Ethan’s words trailed off in a slow, stuttered gasp as he stared at the final changes running through Kyle’s body. The other man’s slimmer, slender frame had quickly beefed up and bulked into something powerful. It was like the man had been going to the gym ever since they were kids, with how big and heavy that chest was. The poor shirt couldn’t do anything more in its tight confines, only ripping apart to show off Kyle’s thick and stocky physique. The stoner was almost through his second joint already, grinning dumbly down at Ethan with very little intelligence glimmering behind those wolfish eyes. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, ready to devour Ethan as prey. Kyle let one hand come up to rub and squeeze at his heavy pecs, showing off the firm flex of his biceps as he did so. The shirtless man began to pose and flex, savoring the high that he got from both the drugs and the rush of pure, masculine power. “Fuck yeah… I’m all juiced up, baby. Fuckin’ ready to go now. Ain’t nobody gonna stop ‘the Beast’ from comin’ through…” Kyle moaned, his cock twitching and leaving a visible stain of precum leakage on the front of his shorts.

The new reality began to shift and rewrite itself, leaving behind memories of Kyle being the older, big-brother figure that was a constant in Ethan’s life as he grew up in this neighborhood. Memories of Kyle smoking pot at a young age began to creep in. The other’s cockiness blossomed as a result of his hard work and dedication in the gym. Ethan shuddered as he saw Kyle glance down at his phone, watching as a smirk began to find its way on the older man’s lips.

“I see you found my porn account, bro… Watchu doin’ lookin’ at my shit? You followin’ me or something?” Kyle said with a low laugh as he took another long drag from his blunt. He blew the contents directly into Ethan’s face, leaning in close so that the younger man could smell and taste the residue of weed. “Fuck, if I knew my horny little neighbor was lookin’ at pics of my cock, I would’ve thought he’d come to me sooner to ask for the real thing, you know?” Kyle hummed as he brought one hand up to rest against the back of Ethan’s head. Shifting around their positions so that his legs framed either side of the younger man, the pornstar sat comfortably on top of the table so that Ethan was eye-level with that musky, hefty bulge hanging off the edge.

“Don’t be shy, bro… Bet you didn’t even come over here to smoke weed with me, did ya? You just wanted to get a taste of ‘Kyle’s Special Pipe.’ Can’t say I blame ya, the boys all love it,” the stoner said with a low, dumb laugh as his eyes glazed over. He carefully pulled Ethan’s head down, tucking the younger man’s nose up against his sweaty crotch, his musk mixed in with the smoky scent of his dope.

Kyle groaned as he felt Ethan carefully fish out his hardened length, only chuckling when he watched it slap against the other man’s cheeks. His eyes glazed over the moment the younger man slipped in the first few inches into that warm, wet mouth, and Kyle’s open mouth began to drool over his hefty pecs with delight. “Aw shit, dude… Fuck, you’re like… a total natural with that mouth of yours… Guess letting you practice on my joints is totally paying off…” Kyle moaned deeply. 

“I ought to get some more stuff from that store… They really know how to get a guy like me horny.”

I'm telling you man, all you need is a white tee and some blue denim and you've got that hot classic look ready to go. Alright, alright, maybe you need to have the perfect bod to really sell the package, but don't worry, the store told me it all comes with the purchase. Just watch. They even recommended me to buy a larger size since you can fill them out as much as you want. All you gotta do is flex a little. Like this! O-oh... fuck... that was quick. L-look dude my arm's blowing up... giant meaty cannons, stretching these sleeves to their limit. Yeah, shoulders and forearms are getting nice and big too. I might have to look into their sleeveless options now, heh? They said the shirts leave loads of room in the front so you have to ugh... remember to fill... them.... out...! F-fuck sorry bro, didn't mean to give you a face full of my pecs, goddamn they're like tits now, look at them jiggle. See, with the white color you really get that sexiness. Skin tight, translucent fabric - unh - brushing against my nipples. Can't forget about the jeans either, giving me a nice big bubble butt. Thighs rubbing up against each other, calves squashed tight, there's barely any room left bro. Shit, I can hardly stand, huhu. A-Ah...? Down there too? Ooo, I can feel my cock throbbing, balls getting s-so heavy... Aw fuck... I think I burst the zipper on these pants, huhu, guess they couldn't handle the beast. Fuck, why do I feel so horny...? Bro, bro you gotta help me, this feels too good. I-I should have read the warning tags. W-wait, where did you get that cap? You weren't supposed to - ugh -find that. Bro, hold on, wait wait, the store said the caps make you more- Ooooooooogh. Nooooooooo... Stoppppphh...