razz-tfs

[razz-tfs]

bottom chronicles

you know when you get a new thong that fits you perfectly? Like, accentuates your ass, AND rubs your hole, AND cradles your package. have you ever, just, like, kind of dry orgasmed while admiring yourself in the mirror when you first put it on?

or is that just me?

[razz-tfs]

Turnabout Is Fair Play (Part 2/3)

a/n: you may notice that this is now a 3 parter, not 2. still not sure, but i think i’ll wrap this up next installment. i’ve had lots of fun with this! you can also find my work on furaffinity here. this part is a bit shorter than my other works.

p1 - p2 - p3

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. I took some time to really admire my newly-engorged cock. I had previously matched Razz’s 9-incher when hard, and then I stole another inch afterwards! Even soft, I felt absolutely monstrous. My balls had grown as well, and it meant my entire package felt heavy. The contrast to mere hours earlier when I had nothing was downright hilarious. I even took a moment to don the tiny pink thong, just to see my cock bulging out around the thin fabric. There was something drool worthy about how my meaty package obscenely distorted the thong’s tiny pouch. I did make sure to carefully store the tiny/no dick clothes afterwards, though, because they would certainly see mileage again.

Razz, most likely while fighting against sexual frustration, milled around the house, doing random chores. I assumed this was to get into my good graces, and it was working. There was something tantalizing about seeing him locked up, hairless, and cleaning around the house that just made me feel powerful. This demon, magical beyond my comprehension, was completely at my beck and call! We’ve played with power dynamics before, but usually we would talk it all out beforehand. Surprising each other like this had been a first, and I was loving it.

I knew Razz would tell me if he wasn’t having fun, too. I would have done the same when he took my dick. While at first we always gave and requested super explicit consent for everything, I’m glad we’re now at a place where our enthusiastic yeses are exchanged more fluidly.

After we cleaned up from dinner, Razz seemed to be expecting something. Oh, how I wondered what he could want…

"So, babe," Razz started once we had wandered into the bedroom after am afternoon and evening of no sex. "I ended up getting a lot done today. Do you think maybe as a reward you could let me out, so I can pec-fuck you?" He tried to pull off puppy-dog eyes and wasn’t fully selling it. But he did look exceptionally cute and helpless, with how his lithe body led down to the cage locking his dick in place. What a poor top.

"I do enjoy how sensitive you made my tits…" I led on, just to see the hope flicker in his eyes. "But I think you’ve gotten to be free enough today." I watched him realize he actually would stay caged, as he cast his eyes down at the chastity.

"Why don’t I fuck you instead?" I continued, coming up beside him and patting his recently fattened ass.

Razz didn’t really look as discouraged as I had expected. I wondered if I had accidentally pumped up his ass sensitivity or something, making a mental note to check the app later. Instead of disappointment, I saw his softie fight against the restraint in a desperate attempt to chub up.

My lover went straight to the bed at my request, squeezing his thighs together in shame at his cage, but also raising his big butt toward me enticingly. I saw the butt plug stretching his hole and keeping my load from earlier safe inside.

"Wow, babe," I said as I crawled onto the bed with him. "You made quite a quick transition from needy top to slutty bottom." Razz groaned deeply as I punctuated my statement by grabbing his locked cock and moving it around.

"Whatever it takes to get to fuck you again," he managed to reply against the frustration of not being able to get hard.

"So would you say you’re desperate?" I teased.

He paused for a second, and I did too. He’d have to ask me to fuck him, just for the chance to get to use his dick tonight. He bit his lip. Then he nodded.

I just chuckled. I removed my hand from his useless junk and waited. I could hear a tiny whine building in the back of Razz’s throat when I started to pull back.

"Please, Derek."

"Oh you know that won’t cut it, honey. What do you want?" Wow, this demanding role is very fun to play. Razz seemed to like it too, as he instinctively flexed against the need to get hard.

"Please put your monster cock in my slutty pussy, Daddy!"

Holy shit!

I had to go with it. "Say it again, boy."

"Oh Daddy, I need your big dick in my sloppy cunt!" I loved hearing that in Razz’s deep voice. I definitely hadn’t made any change to him like this, so this had to be Razz’s own idea given his situation. And fuck, if he didn’t manage to surprise me again, that demonic bastard.

My cock had no choice but to be a rock solid ten inches at this point. I got behind Razz and pushed his front down so that just his ass was sticking up. Marveling at the globes I had crafted, I reached into the perfectly smooth valley to pull out the butt plug I myself had been using earlier that day.

I dove in and ate him out, while Razz moaned wildly. I knew at that point I had somehow bumped up the pleasure outside of his dick, but I decided not to begrudge him his fun. Experimenting with locking up his only source of pleasure and using him like a toy could come later, once we’ve discussed this whole thing afterwards. I never expected him to call me "Daddy" after all, so I was learning a lot.

I made sure to give his smooth hole a rough tongue bath, slapping and grabbing his ass while really sucking him clean. I gathered my load from earlier along with some of his now-natural ass juices in my mouth, and then pulled back.

As Razz turned to look up at me in confusion, I simply raised my eyebrows, my cheeks puffed out slightly. He immediately got that dirty look in his eyes I knew so well. And after he nodded, I spit the come-mess all over his face.

Razz gasped, and his hands instinctively shot down to his locked crotch. He groaned in frustration when he remembered his dick was useless to him, and I chuckled.

"I know you love teasing me, but can you please at least fuck me?" Razz whined.

"Only because you asked so sweetly, slut." I wanted to test the waters here, and yep, there was Razz’s returning moan.

I flipped Razz onto his back and positioned myself between his legs. I let my heavy cock slap between his thighs, then rest on the cage his poor cock was fighting so hard against. I ran my hands down his smooth legs, and grabbed his calves, pulling him up.

"Hold these for me," I commanded after bending him in half. I grinned at the full access I had to his beautiful ass.

Slowly, I eased my massive meat against his lubed hole, rubbing it around and then spreading him open. I slid in, and he quivered beneath me as his greedy hole swallowed the head.

Inch after inch I pushed forward, until I hit home. Fuck, this cock was amazing. The girth was giving even this loosened hole a workout. Razz flexed around me, and I groaned in response.

With his ass lube and my flowing pre greasing the way, I pulled back and then slammed into Razz, jingling the lock against his cock cage.

I gave him a thorough fucking out, pushing and pulling for several minutes, until Razz suddenly let go of his legs and instead wrapped them tightly around my back, so that he could grab a remote off the nightstand. It took me a moment to recognize it as the one that came with my new vibrating butt plug. That demon!

He pressed a button that caused the plug to shiver and shake, pulsing against my prostate. I stuttered in my fucking, and Razz sighed a quick laugh between his own panting.

But then, with renewed vigor, I started fucking him wildly, grabbing his hips and thrusting while his legs tightened against my sides. The butt plug was electric, like touching a battery to your tongue, shooting little sparks of pleasure deep within me. One of my hands left Razz’s hip to tease my own nipple. I grunted, shoving into Razz. As I felt his warm walls massaging against my enlarged dick, I came deeply. For his part, Razz’s legs clamped down against me, and he pressed a button on the remote to increase the intensity.

I gasped in pleasure throughout my orgasm, and came down from the high. Whipping my head to Razz, I swiped the remote from him and turned off the vibration.

"I don’t recall giving you permission to do that, boy."

Razz had the good sense to reply in kind. "Sorry, sir." He managed to look a little ashamed, but mostly he was still distracted by my huge cock bulging inside him.

"I can’t lie, of course I loved it." I leaned over him and set the remote aside. "But I’ll decide when we use that again."

Razz squirmed on my beefy-but-softening cock. He seemed desperate for more sensation.

"What do you want, baby?"

He sighed in defeat. "I want to be able to get hard. I want to come."

"Are you sure you want to get hard tonight?" I asked. He must have missed the devious glint in my eye as he perked up.

Razz simply moaned in need. "Yes, yes, please let me get hard. I need the release!"

I grinned, and pulled out of his messy hole. He leaked a bit onto the bed.

"Be careful what you wish for, honey." I grabbed my phone off the end table, and opened the app. I had pre-configured what I wanted his next change to be after dinner, but Razz had just given me the perfect excuse to trigger it right then.

Razz must have been guessing that I was going to go the "slutty bottom twink with a useless dick" route, which was actually pretty far off the mark. That must’ve been where he got the idea to call me Daddy, since I was hairy and muscled and he was smooth and toned.

I don’t think he realized his dick was actually getting hypersensitive, that all of his pleasure receptors and sensation were compacted and intensified as his penis shrank. (In checking the app, I also confirmed that the extra inch I had taken when fitting Razz’s dick in the cage had made his ass just as sensitive. I left that in.)

But he knew that he needed to get hard to release, that just getting his ass fucked wasn’t enough for him. And I knew that I wasn’t letting him out of his cage just to get hard.

I unclasped the cage from the ball harness, so that his cock remained caged in metal, but it wasn’t held down against his balls. The muscles in his crotch took advantage of the returned mobility, and the base of his dick swung up and tried to bulge against the restraint that was still locked shut.

Razz gasped as he felt the app’s changes take effect. In order to let him get hard in this five-and-a-half inch cage, he needed to have a dick that was that long while hard, not soft. The last time he was allowed to get hard he had been a comparatively massive 9 inches, and now he wasn’t going to even be middling average. Instead of looking down at his own shrinking-but-hardening manhood, though, he glanced over to me as I scooted back against the headboard and pillows, my softened cock flopping over my thigh.

But my dick wasn’t growing because I didn’t need it to. Razz was always more of a size queen than me, and ten inches was already quite a bit to work with. No, instead, I was effectively trading the cock size within Razz himself, transmuting it into something else — size and muscle.

As Razz’s dick shrank, it continually hardened against the cage, until he was rock solid and still pushing tightly against the restraint. All the while, his muscles bulged and pulsed. While usually 6 feet even, Razz stretched out as he grew, until he was about three inches taller, just edging me out in height. He had put on probably twenty pounds of pure muscle, about my size, and he was still gloriously smooth. A light layer of sweat shone on his skin, and he really did look like an oiled-up muscle-man this time.

I rolled over on top of my lover, and licked and kissed my way down his smooth pecs and abs, nipping and massaging the newly defined muscles that had formed there. I made my way down to his once-massive cock, and while it was still caged, I wrapped my mouth around it, sucking the hard length and tasting Razz’s sweat and skin mixed with metal.

Razz moaned and shook wildly, threading his hands through my hair and fucking up against my mouth. His need to thrust took over, and he grabbed my head and pounded into my mouth. I must have made him just a hair too desperate.

Instead of slowing him down I just let him fuck my face frantically, and before long he came in my mouth. While I’m usually known for swallowing, I instead brought it back up to Razz’s already come-caked face and spit again, making yet another mess in retaliation for him mindlessly fucking my mouth.

"I was trying to give you a proper blow job, you know."

Razz panted as he came down from his high, licking his lips and tasting himself. "Sorry babe, I just needed you to let me fuck." He landed back against the pillows.

"Well I hope you enjoyed it." This time Razz heard the slight threat in my voice and narrowed his eyes as I got out of bed.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" he asked to my retreating back. "What are you getting?"

I returned with his new restraint. Leaning down, I unlocked the now-loose cage from around Razz’s shrunken dick. By this point, his flaccid cock could be considered near-average at best, as it had stopped just shy of the four-inch mark.

"The first cage was made for a chubbier cock than you get to have now," I explained. "This one is a true chastity device, called the Nubbifier. It’s adjustable, so it will compact your pesky little dick down as much as possible."

Razz flushed in embarrassment, which was really out of character for him (and thus hot to me). He seemed ashamed that his dick was so out of control that he couldn’t even have a comfy cage.

Since he had chubbed up so fast last time, I knew I couldn’t take my time manhandling him. I quickly slipped his package through the ring base, then pushed Razz’s flaccid member into the end piece. He gasped in surprise when it clicked shut after compressing him down to the size of his cock head. I locked it in place, knowing the pressure would be overwhelming.

"There," I said, patting his new chastity device while he squirmed. "Now we don’t have to worry about you fucking again, unless I want you to."

Razz could only whine, knowing that I was still in charge. And if he didn’t behave, he might stay locked up for quite a while.

—

The next day Razz woke up in a bit of pain. While I’m never one for it, Razz sometimes like a bit of pain-play, and the tightness of his cock cage fighting his erection must have fit into that.

"Fuck…" he whispered as he reached down, trying to adjust himself out of habit before remembering his predicament. I watched as his hands left his crotch to graze up and down his perfectly smooth and newly defined abs. He grabbed a meaty pec and jostled it around a bit, feeling the new weight.

"Daddy…" Razz whined. Since his morning wood had been crushed out of him, I guess he decided to channel that sexual energy elsewhere.

I would never get tired of teasing him. "Is my slutty ‘top’ already desperate to get fucked? I haven’t even fully woken up yet."

Razz took this as a suggestion to wake me up, and he crawled on top of me, rubbing his hairless body against my furrier one. He slid down, until he reached my massive package, and started to mouth at my length to get it hard.

"If you really want me to fuck you right now, it’ll cost you this time," I warned.

Razz managed to pause himself for a minute to consider before the desperation took over again and he went back to prepping my massive cock.

I figured that was about the clearest yes I would get for a while, so I grabbed my phone. I had expected his next change to happen later in the day, but I suppose I was just as eager as he was to keep going. I took my time setting up the next adjustments while enjoying Razz’s ministrations.

He shivered against me as his dick contracted into itself within the confines of the chastity lock. This latest exchange left him with what would be a 3-inch softie if it wasn’t nubbed in the cage, while the rest of his body grew again.

Razz’s new physique was nothing short of a gym bunny’s dream. He had shot up to 6’5" this time, while every muscle group swelled. While only gaining two inches in height, he must have packed on thirty pounds in muscle, dwarfing me. I rubbed his bulging shoulders and arms, approving their new definition. But all through these changes, Razz continued to service my cock without interruption.

"Now that you’ve paid such a hefty price, I’m starting to wonder if you’ll even be able to fuck me again."

This caught his attention, and Razz gave a panicked look to his tiny, locked-up dick. The cage hid most of the recent difference, but he could feel the change in pressure. I could tell he was starting to wonder how big he would be hard, and if he’d be able to pleasure my huge ass. At his heart Razz knew he wanted to fuck me, felt that this was all just so he could get out of the cage long enough to stick his dick in me. But on the other hand I wasn’t making him sacrifice an inch; he just wanted to get a morning dicking and I was charging a fee.

His inner conflict melted away when I pushed him over and positioned myself between his cheeks.

"So since your locked up dick might not be useful any more, this last change should brighten your mood." Razz deserved to feel pleasure for this, so I decided in the end that he should get a nice, sensitive ass. But I left in his mental desire to fuck, even if this body lived to bottom.

Razz’s despair at his useless dick blended into lust as he rutted back against my own hardening cock. He had to have it in him, and I was ready to give him what he needed. I fucked into him, hard and unforgiving, reminding him exactly of what I wouldn’t let him do to me. His bouncy ass had firmed up along with the rest of his buff body. I reached around and grabbed his pecs (now more solid than my own softened pec-tits), emphasizing each thrust.

"You’re just a bulky muscle slut, aren’t you?"

I felt his whole body shiver with pleasure. "Yes, yes, Daddy! Pound my slutty ass!"

My best decision had definitely been to leave Razz with his own voice because nothing wound me up than hearing him beg like that in such a deep pitch.

"You’d give up your dick just to get me to fuck you… not many tops would do that."

Razz didn’t respond at first, but I didn’t slow down. Between thrusts, timidly, he said, "I don’t want — to give up — my whole dick…"

"Oh that’s your choice, babe. Not mine." Thrust. "I never said—" Thrust. "—that I had to fuck you right now."

Razz seemed to think differently.

"I’ll give you the inch back — right now if you want." His turned his head to face me and I saw his eyebrows shoot up. "But only if — you tell me to stop — fucking you."

"No!" he wailed. I could see the desperation in his eyes.

I smirked. "That’s — what I thought."

We fucked for quite a while longer until I just couldn’t hold back any more. Razz’s ass was designed by me, for my pleasure, and he was practically milking me from within. His hole was a masterpiece, and I used it until my orgasm came crashing down around me. My huge, 10-inch monster shot deep into Razz and I fell over against the bed, pleased and invigorated but also a little tired.

Razz, for his part, hadn’t managed an orgasm and writhed in frustration when I pulled out. He grabbed my arm and swung his newly massive leg over my hairy thigh, humping my side.

"Please…" Razz asked, but in this case I actually needed him to tell me what he wanted because I wasn’t sure. I was surprised he didn’t come with me since I had amped up his ass so much.

"I can’t fuck you again right away, Razz. What else?" Was he really going to ask me to unlock him already?

Razz bit his lip, then looked at me imploringly. "Finger me?"

I laughed. "Sure, but I don’t think a finger will do. That hole was just stretched around this cock." I let my dick slap against my skin for emphasis.

Razz blushed. He looks so pretty when he blushes, so it’s a shame he doesn’t play this role more often.

Razz continued. "Do you think you could use your whole fist, then?"

"Now you’re talking. Lay face down."

He did, arching his back beautifully. I grabbed some extra lube just in case his ass didn’t make enough and drenched my hands.

Starting slowly, I eased two fingers into his hole but it became clear fairly quickly that I didn’t need to be timid. Razz’s fucked-out boypussy was loose and sloppy with my come. Two became three, then four fingers as most of my hand went into Razz with little resistance.

"Ready?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Mmm…" Razz moaned in response, nodding into the pillows.

I tucked my thumb in and soon I was actually fisting Razz. I haven’t gotten to be on this side of it too many times before, so I made sure to enjoy myself as I pushed in and out of his hole, massaging him from the inside out while I played with his ass.

Razz went from quiet to loud as I gave his hole a workout. I formed a fist inside and pulled out, stretching him wide as he groaned deeply. When he wants it, he wants it rough, so I punched back into him. His ass took the abuse beautifully.

I pulled out my hand and rolled Razz over onto his back. I cupped his cheek with my messy hand as I kissed him deeply.

"It feels so good, please, can I come?" Razz begged as we pulled apart.

Wickedly, I jostled the tight chastity. "That’s more up to you than me, but sure, you have my permission." I gave no indication I would remove the Nubbifier for him.

Before Razz could protest, I pulled his silky smooth legs up for him to hold and went back to his beautiful hole. Soon once more wrist-deep, my nimble fingers found their goal and I worked his prostate relentlessly. Razz quickly resumed his deep, needy moaning. With my other hand I groped his smooth skin and bulky muscles, while making sure to keep his hands away from his locked dick-nub.

"OH, oh!" Razz moaned as I played with his sweet spot. I didn’t hold back at all, alternating between my hands — methodical toying and teasing, then rough-fucking his hole with my fists — as I worked him up. Eventually I felt him building beyond the breaking point, and I pushed him over the edge by sliding both hands into his fucked-out ass alongside one another.

"Fuck!" Razz screamed as his crushed dick squirted out a weak (but surprisingly ample) load, signaling his ruined orgasm.

"See? You don’t have to top me to come."

"Oh gods, fuck me, mother— shit…" Razz babbled over me, as his hips thrust around in confusion, positively convulsing through his orgasm.

I was pretty proud of my handiwork. Razz was absolutely gorgeous, his deliciously muscled frame splayed out in weary, post-orgasmic bliss. I rubbed his flawless skin up and down as I cuddled against him while he came down, kissing his shoulder.

Eventually, Razz turned his head to the side to face me.

"Not to break character here, but that was a really fucking good orgasm, love," Razz said, pecking me on the cheek. "That was quite the lead-up."

That sounded like a segue. I tried to hide any disappointment from my voice. 

"Oh, are you already done with this whole idea?" I wasn’t going to lie, I’d be a bit bummed if Razz wanted to stop this fantasy here. Of course, I didn’t want him to feel any pressure. I had been a lot more drawn out than he had.

"You aren’t?" he asked. But I heard genuine curiosity in his tone, not dismissal.

"Well this was most of it, but I got a bit distracted," I admitted, gesturing at the transformation he’d undergone so far. "I had meant to focus on your little dick more. But I do have a better finale for you in mind."

Razz looked pleasantly surprised, and maybe a little incredulous. Admittedly, I myself didn’t expect to have him coming from me fisting him while locked up when I thought of my initial idea. 

"After that," Razz said, shivering, "I’m eager to discover what else you come up with. You’re more devious than me sometimes, I swear."

"I only learn from the best." I gave a cheeky smile, then pulled my musclebound lover into a deep kiss.

[razz-tfs]

Turnabout Is Fair Play (Part 1/3)

a/n: direct sequel to Dicked Down. thought it would be short, but i reached 6k words and had only hit on half of what i was going for. i’m still working on part 2, but it shouldn’t be as long of a delay for the next installment. enjoy, and let me know what you think!

p1 - p2 - p3

After that evening, I didn’t immediately get my dick back. Razzor was true to his word and installed his app on my phone the next morning. He raised his eyebrows when I set the phone aside afterwards.

“So you aren’t going to take this back right away?” he asked, hefting his massive cock. Even soft, it was over a foot long and chokingly wide.

“Not right now, no. A lot of me went into crafting that masterpiece,” I replied easily, grazing my hands over its length. “I want to enjoy it.”

In reality, I wanted to be able to surprise Razz like he had me. I didn’t want to just reverse the changes, I wanted to turn the tables on him.  In fact, I had gotten off writing the last update, rubbing my nullified crotch, thinking of what I would do to him in return. And to catch him off guard, I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and go a little longer without a dick.

Razz decided that in order to go about a normal day, we would probably have to dial a few things back. I was a bit disappointed to see my tits and ass shrink down. He certainly didn’t take all that he had given me, though. I was left with pillowy pecs that still had cleavage and a bouncy, bubbly ass. I chose to keep the butt plug, enjoying how it filled my stretched-out hole. Plus it meant I could keep Razz’s loads with me longer. Did I mention I really love come? Razz’s must have some demonic element that makes it more potent because I can never get enough of his loads in me.

That first morning, I was pretty useless. I still wanted my pussy fucked, still needed my mouth full, still desperate to get cock all over my tits. I did manage to write up our escapades by the end of the evening, as you already saw, but I took numerous breaks for Razz to fill me up. He loved teasing how useless I was without his come.

“Humans just can’t multitask, huh?” he had chided, as my hands left the keyboard to worship his magnificent dick yet again. I rubbed it against my beautiful pecs, leaking a much smaller amount of lube than before, but certainly enough to get things going.

Even through my whorish desperation, I tried to dictate. I still have some pride, dammit, and I wanted Razz to know I had brains behind my body. That is, after all, one of the things that Razz finds deeply attractive about me, and not just the forms he sticks me in. And I know what he means — once physicality becomes less concrete, it also becomes less important to who or what you find attractive or arousing.

However, there was just no getting past the fact that standing dickless, I had too few outlets for the massive amounts of desire and lust wracking my body. I could deep throat a dildo, ride Razz’s gargantuan cock, and stick vibrators to my nipples, and still feel a need to seek deeper and deeper orgasms. Razz had built a monster!

Late that night, after a pretty intense fuck session, I looked more into the app and managed to make an exchange without involving dick size yet. It seemed the app was broad enough to just exchange properties, and allowed for side effects. I ended up transferring some of my desperation to Razz so that I could get a bit of respite. I actually managed to neutralize the rest of it, so I could regain control and we could have some calm before the storm I had brewing in my mind. After all, I had errands to run and wanted to see this body out in public without worrying about Razz suffering in need by himself.

The next morning, Razz found it a bit harder to go soft, but didn’t really comment on my changes, even though he obviously would have noticed them. He knew to let me have my fun, I guess.

After letting Razz have an early morning pec-fuck, I cleaned up and posted our first experience with the app to the Tumblr Razz had set up during my initial “dicking down”. I remembered how much fun I had modeling my underwear, and since I really needed to go shopping I was excited to get dressed.

First, I stood in front of my full-length mirror and took stock once again. My typically-muscular chest, while still covered in a fine layer of dark hair, had lost it’s rock-solid appearance and puffed into a pair of muscle breasts. My pec-tits created a beautiful cleavage even without a shirt, and I bounced them up and down a bit.

I followed my treasure trail down over cut abs to a still somewhat shocking sight: my cockless crotch. While my original body (before I met Razzor) had an average 6-incher, I had really gotten used to my “default” modified body that carried a cock that was an amazing seven inches. When growing and changing was new, the one inch difference in length just felt so much bigger. If you think about a proportional increase, it’s a noticeable difference in weight and heft. It felt… right.

And it still felt absurd without it, even after 48 hours. Hot, but bizarre. In front of the mirror I marveled and rubbed at my null mound. I maintained my pubic hair enough to tell that it wasn’t hiding anything. My taint smoothed up into nothing. And the expanse was further highlighted by how amazing my legs looked. I kept my favorite proportion of muscle to fat on my legs so that they were both sensually enticing, but also impressively defined. And they came together with nothing but a smooth triangle of flesh.

Then I gave an exaggerated half turn in the mirror, and enjoyed how my back joined against a truly bubbly ass. I gave each cheek a flex, and they bounced against the butt plug. I could get used to this change, actually. I’ve always been vers, but my ass beforehand wasn’t really anything special compared to this. I hadn’t noticed before, but Razz even kept my hairiness here. I’ve always liked my lightly furry butt. I never had Razz increase it, either, so it’s still my original body’s sparser distribution.

I grabbed the tiny pink thong (from the last time I had worn any clothes at all), and slid it up my legs. I guffawed at the sight of the purposefully small pouch just being empty. Then I turned and spread my legs so I could see the end of the butt plug in the mirror. The tiny strip of fabric slid right down the middle, not even covering the base.

I stood back up and walked over to the dresser, figuring I’d just use this as my underwear for the day. But then I saw a gift from Razz: a pair of panties! They were black with a lacy trim, but primarily an elastic, slightly sheer material so it could fit tight. I excitedly shoved the thong down, and pulled on the panties.

Now this was made for a smooth crotch! The satiny material felt amazing against my skin, and it looked fantastic on me. I turned around and loved how the high cut really accentuated my asscheeks. I squeezed them around the fabric, and poked at the plug nestled between them. The front was shaped beautifully small, and tightly clung to my mound. I heard a slight gasp behind me.

“Hey baby,” Razz said, walking up and hugging against my back. “I see you found my present.” I heard pure affection in every word.

“These are gorgeous, Razz, I love them.” I turned to give him a proper kiss.

I noticed then, though, that Razz had a bashful, needy look in his eye, rather than his typically devious one. He quickly deepened our kiss, and I smirked around his tongue, enjoying a little change in dynamic. Just that single swap of horniness was really doing the trick to start my turnaround. I guided him back from the dresser to our bed, and I eased him down to a sitting position. He whined a little when we parted lips.

“Oh babe,” I said, emulating one of his favorite teasing tones to use on me. “Do you like how they look?” He nodded his head, while I rubbed the panties against his chest and brought his face into my own chest. “Well now you can’t see, with your eyes buried in my tits like this…”

He began licking at my pecs, and I felt his cock stiffen between my legs while I straddled his. I interrupted him once again by pulling him back, away from my chest, and he immediately (obediently?) looked down to appreciate how the satin undies really did accentuate my nullified crotch. He reached out one hand to rub at the sheer fabric while his other played with himself.

I wasn’t having any of that. I grabbed the hand from his cock and brought it to one of my nipples instead. He didn’t even comment, and immediately started teasing and playing with my teat, pulling a bit of lube. I was really loving the rush of guiding Razz along. I pushed him further back on the bed and he ran both his hands around my now-messy tits (the lube was already matting down the hair in swirls), as I straddled his waist.

By this point, his foot-and-a-half of cock was fully boned, pressing the panties between my cheeks and sliding against my back. I bounced against his huge cock, and he groaned beneath me. He began to thrust his hips.

“Please… let me…” Razz moaned.

“What do you want, baby? Use your words.” It really was nice to both enjoy the sensations and get to tease someone who was overwhelmed by them. Because while I was certainly amping up, I was able to hold back to mess with Razz. He grunted and I felt a bunch of pre leaking against my back.

“I wanna…” he began, but he paused for a sigh and I decided I wouldn’t cut him any slack.

“You’re going to make my nice new panties get dirty, with the mess you’re making on my back.”

“I’ll take them off,” Razz managed to say, looking right into my eyes. He humped against my back and ass again while never slowing down on my chest. I held back from moaning but had definitely started breathing more heavily. Razz continued with a needy expression, pulling his eyebrows up and together, “Just let me fuck you before you head out! Please…”

Oh, so he was worried I was going to go shopping without letting him fill me up! This was fantastic, I was already messing with him more than I thought. Or Razz was just having fun playing along, and I was getting a rush from it either way.

“Go on then,” I said, gesturing to my lacy panties. I could feel a bit of wetness in them, both from where Razz’s thick pre had made it down my back and from some leaking out of my ass around the plug. “Take them off me before you really ruin them. I’d like to enjoy these panties for more than the past few minutes.”

His hands, slicked with the lube from my nipples, weren’t exactly optimal for the job, but he made up for that in eagerness as he slid the now slightly less pretty panties down my thick thighs. I helped him pull them the rest of the way off, and then settled back against his huge cock. I would have been easily intimidated by it at one point in my life, but I now knew what this pussy could do.

Razz was holding onto my ass for dear life, asking with his eyes for me to grant him entry. I smirked and reached to pull out the frankly obscene butt plug. The black silicon gave a satisfying stretch before my sloppy hole tried to close behind it, unavoidably leaking no small amount of fluids against Razz’s dick. For their part, the pendulous balls Razz now possessed had been working hard to lube the way, unaware that I was practically a factory for the stuff at this point. So he had been grinding against my progressively slicker back, gearing himself up to plunge into my fattened cunt.

I still had to work a bit, practically climbing the mountainous cock behind me, before I was able to ease my hole around the head. Again, you really need to picture how massive this is to appreciate the accomplishment. I don’t have the best mental yardstick for girth yet, but bare minimum 10 inches around. A fist would be much narrower, and my ass was eating it up.

I focused back on Razz, remembering that I was trying to work him up, but he was doing a fantastic job of it by himself. As I lowered down, enjoying the drag of my fat asscheeks grazing along his lubed up cock, Razz was enraptured. He was looking at me like I was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, which was quite the compliment from him. One of his hands was massaging my left thigh and, with the other, he brought us together for a deep kiss. His rock-solid dick wasn’t very flexible, and the pressure was incredible inside me.

As I settled back and lowered fully, resting against his engorged balls,  Razz dragged both of his hands to my abs and marveled at the visible line of his own cock inside me. I myself was caught up in the sight, and joined his hands in rubbing the bulge. I never worried about mundane human biology with Razz anymore. I mean, hell, over two whole days I had only taken out my plug to get fucked, and I didn’t have a dick to piss with. As I said, sometimes the details aren’t really important. Razz knows what I like, and tends to glaze over the rest.

He then grabbed my ass and fucked up into me, shocking me with his sudden urgency. I could see the crazed desire in his eyes that I had felt just the day prior. But even with today’s control, the feeling of so much cock pounding against my prostate drove me wild. It felt like my ass was coming again and again as Razz pounded up into me, sending shockwaves through my body.

“Oh yes, baby, just like that!” I yelled. “You’re hitting me so deep, keep going! You’re so good, baby.”

Razz simply groaned beneath me, unable to articulate much more. He managed to pick up the pace for a bit, but then he was dragging in and out more slowly, more purposefully.

I played with one nipple, rubbing my hands around in the mess Razz made before, groping my pec. My other hand drifted south, and supplied that inexplicable sensation of petting a cockless crotch. All the while Razz pushed and pulled my whole body up and down onto his cock.

Then, with a deep gasp, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me down onto his cock, hard. He pushed our amalgam cock deeper into me. I had to remember that this amazing dick was ours and soon to be mine again! The thought hit me as Razz came forcefully, where I felt it deep within myself. My ass burped lube around his cock in response, flooding his balls and soaking the pair. I felt a full-body orgasm that further reminded me that soon enough I would be truly coming again.

Razz unromantically collapsed back against the bed when he was done, and I waited a bit for him to soften before sliding off the colossal tool. I grabbed my handy plug and made sure to keep the load in me. I sighed as I felt the base hit home.

My head cleared way more quickly that it had the day before, and I remembered I had intended to go out. I took a quick shower, and when I got out I found the panties waiting for me on the counter as I dried off. Razz had cleaned them up for me, which was very sweet. I slipped them back on, enjoying how tightly the fabric held to my skin. As I reentered the bedroom, I noticed that Razz had decided to take a legit nap, so I was quiet as I made my way over to the dresser.

When I looked in the drawer that held my gift, I realized Razz had actually gotten me a full outfit, not just the panties. I excitedly pulled out the clothes. I noticed one was a muscle tank with narrow straps, made of bright purple fabric. I slipped it on. My nipples were only barely covered, and the low cut showed off my cleavage very well. The tank, instead of hanging loose, was tapered to my trim waist. The top accentuated my muscles, which made a great contrast with the feminine underwear I was sporting.

The pants were definitely made just for this body. I slid on the denim shorts, and appreciated how the short, sharp hemlines accentuated every curve of my thighs and ass. The jeans were tight, made perfectly to my proportions. As I buttoned them in place, I looked at the crotch, which was completely smooth. Denim usually bunches enough to hide a modest bulge, but these booty shorts were tailored perfectly and they did nothing to hide what I was missing. I absolutely had to strut around in this outfit.

I slipped on my socks and shoes, grabbed my phone and wallet, and headed for the nearby store a few blocks down. Call me a bit of an exhibitionist (okay, a lot of an exhibitionist — I’m sharing all this with y’all, aren’t I?), but I lived for the reactions my new body was garnering. I swayed my hips, walking with a confidence my previous self had never known. I caught people of all genders lusting after my bubbly ass and luscious muscle tits.

My empty crotch got mixed reviews, it seemed, as I passed the local gym and neared the grocery store. Most didn’t know what to make of my body’s lacking feature. A few caught my eye, possibly ready to say something they thought would hurt my feelings, but just a twitch of my eyebrow told them I wasn’t the least bit self-conscious. Two other passers-by were obviously enraptured by my form, one literally dropping his jaw in surprise. I wonder how differently all of these people would react if they knew I had an app on my phone that could steal me up to a foot and a half of cock. I didn’t need it at the moment, though.

I was practically exuding sex as I entered the shop. I grabbed a few necessities, enjoying every moment I needed to bend over. One cute guy must have gotten a glimpse of the panties hiding under my booty shorts, because he followed me the rest of my trek around the store. I pretended not to notice for his sake, but never passed up an opportunity to give him another look at the goods.

He seemed too shy to actually say anything, though. I considered him briefly, but knew today wouldn’t be a good night for a third. Too much explaining for what I had planned. But I still wanted to have my fun, too. I suddenly turned around, making as if I had forgotten something.

“Oh, excuse me cutie,” I said to the man as I purposefully bumped into him. I backed away to obviously check him out, and made sure to angle my hips toward him.

“N-no problem,” he mumbled, shuffling a bit without looking higher than my chest.

I laughed lightly as I turned and kept going, swinging my ass because I knew he’d still be staring. Poor boy.

I finished up my shopping, popped over to a nearby sex shop for a several other supplies, and finally headed back home. As I left, I thought about me from someone else’s perspective, and got a little hot myself, leaking into the panties. I was just about everything I personally loved in a bottom, and I could get that from Razz as well. And while I do love bottoming, it’s an entirely different sense of satisfaction to be the one fucking. I suddenly got a pang of longing for my dick, and knew it was time to use the app for real.

Not to say I stopped enjoying how I looked. I was still rocking the muscle tank over booty shorts aesthetic, for sure. Getting to experience so many different things, I sometimes want everything at once. It’s a confusing feeling at first, but now I’ve learned to just enjoy what I want while I want it and be ready to change again when the time feels right.

Razz was probably already up and needy again, too. I smiled to myself, ready to start. I put my bags in one hand and, with the other, grabbed my phone from my back pocket. With a few simple taps as I casually strolled down the road, I made a pretty momentous change.

Four soft inches. I went from having nothing, and wearing clothes that showed it, to stuffing them with an average package. I grunted in pain, having not really thought through how tight my clothes were. The bulge was simply obscene, and it made me look like I had a lot more than I did. It pulled the shorts and panties down in front, exposing my pubes and stretching fabric tight against my huge ass.

What was worse, though, was trying to avoid getting hard as I thought about Razz losing a third of his erect length, down to “just” a foot. I thought about how along with that he would find his ass expanding like mine. And I thought about how instead of redistributing his pleasure centers, like he had for me, I would instead concentrate them in his dick, but make him desperate enough to do anything to get off.

With the looks I got on the street on the last block before making it home, it was pretty much only my tight clothing holding everything in place that kept me soft. I rushed back inside, pleased to find Razz jerking off on the sofa.

“What did you…?” Razz tried to begin.

“Hi baby!” I interrupted brightly. “I figured out how to use the app.”

I had missed Razz’s transformation, which was a bit of the fun, but I could easily tell how surprised he was. His rock hard dick was now 12 solid inches long — still massive! — but it was balanced by his hilariously grown ass. Now there was something for me to fuck! It wasn’t as big as mine, but it was a definite improvement.

I could also see that there was a wet, discarded dildo tossed to the side. It might have been a little mean to make his ass juicy like mine (in both senses), but not give him the sheer pleasure I get to experience. It’s not that I made him numb or anything, but his cock was simply irresistible to him in comparison.

Razz continued stroking mindlessly while he watched me put away my shopping. I left out the bag from the sex shop, as I figured I would need my purchases before too long. All the while I was swishing this way and that, relishing in the feeling of having a dick once more. It was tight and a little painful in the clothes made for a nullo, but it only worked to underline the contrast in sensation.

“Hey babe.” Razz had taken a break from jerking off and was looking up at me from the couch. He took a tone that was supposed to sound sweet, but I was unconvinced. “Do you think I could fuck you again? I’m feeling really horny today.”

“Oh are you?” I mirrored the sweet tone, turning toward the couch. “But what about me? I haven’t been able to fuck you in days. Wouldn’t it be fair for me to fuck you?”

Razz looked torn. He knew from the dildo that he wouldn’t get off to it easily. I made as if to turn away from him, and it had the desired effect.

“Okay!” Razz said, affecting some enthusiasm. “I, er, loosened myself up a bit for you.” He wiggled his ass at me, indicating the dildo. I smirked.

“I do like how this ass fattened up,” I teased as I joined him on the couch. I grinded my jean-clad crotch against him as I straddled his thigh. I ignored his cock in favor of giving him a kiss.

“Roll on your stomach,” I commanded. His foot of cock propped him up and his legs splayed to accommodate his balls, but as I leaned back my eyes were trained on his plump butt. I rubbed my bulge between the cheeks, scratching against his entrance. I managed to get the pants a little wet with his lube before I pulled them off.

The tantalizing sight of Razz had really made the panties uncomfortable at this point. I took them off as well, and my dick quickly ratcheted up to 6 hard inches. The freedom was a fantastic relief, both to see a normal package again, and knowing I was ready to use it.

I rutted my cock between his cheeks until I was sufficiently lubed up. The smooth slide of flesh against flesh left me flush with desire. The motion made Razz desperate for some friction of his own, and he started rocking his entire body around to jack off his huge dick. (I had a secret smile at this point, as I thought of what he had coming later on.)

I finally plunged in, luxuriating in the tightness. My head slowly spread Razz’s hole open and made way for my modest dick to hit home. I started easily, dragging slowly in and out. Razz eventually gave up rocking against his dick and let me set the tempo. I started to increase my speed, until I was jackhammering in and out of his sloppy hole.

With this speed, I was truly fucking Razz down against his own dick, and he was loving it. It wasn’t as nice as taking my ass, but he was desperate and, crucially, distracted. I grabbed my phone out of my discarded shorts as I kept up the pace, and opened the app. With him at 12 and me at 6, there was only one logical swap — 3 inches to make it even.

I decided to throw in a bit of a butt upgrade and one more surprise.

“Oh!” Razz screamed suddenly. He shuddered as his cock shrank down for the second time in less than an hour, while the sensation concentrated even more. Shortly thereafter, his ass inflated against my cock, which itself had suddenly shot up half its own length. I slowed my pace, as I was really excited to rub my hands against him when the final change set in.

Razz gasped lightly when he felt me massage him. “Did you take away… my body hair?”

“You’re totally smooth, baby. Like a baby.” Razz was usually a little scruffy but never overly hirsute. Wiping it all away had a pretty stark effect, though, really smoothing out his skin. I kept stroking up and down his body to highlight the sensation as I picked up the pace once more.

This time I had made Razz’s ass just as big as mine, in order to accommodate a larger cock. It felt great to be fucking again, feeling his cheeks drag against me as I pulled in and out of his pussified hole. My significant growth had shot me above my normal length of 7 to 9 impossible inches, and it felt fantastic. I picked up in earnest, pounding Razz deeper into the sofa now that his dick wasn’t taking up so much space. I thrust once more, and came deep in him. I laid down on his back without pulling out.

“Mmhm. Thanks honey.” I whispered in Razz’s ear. “Do you wanna fuck me next?”

“Please, yes.”

“Okay, well how about I give you my plug so you can keep my load, and after you eat me out I’ll think about it.”

Razz bit his lip for a moment, and then nodded.

I gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled back. I reached behind me to remove the gigantic butt plug. I hadn’t quite grown myself to this girth, so Razz would have to do some quick adjusting. I pulled myself out of him fully, taking a moment to appreciate how messy and pretty his completely shaved pussy looked, and then slid the tip of the plug against his fucked-out hole. I pushed it in, and it slipped inside smoothly, with no resistance, until it was nestled in place. Razz let out a long sigh of contentment.

Because I knew it would be fun to catch him when he was relaxing, I flipped him over quickly and turned around. I didn’t give him much warning before I was kneeling down around his head to sit on his face. I lined my warm hole right up to his mouth.

Razz must have been desperate to put his dick in me, especially since his dick was half the size it had been that morning, and the sensitivity had only been concentrated into that smaller size. He managed to eat me out with expert enthusiasm, proving he was either totally into this or willing to do anything to put his cock in me. He wasted no time in slurping into me, spreading my hole apart and finding his load from before.

I bounced up and down on his face as he went to town, clapping my cheeks against his, while his hands came up to play with my nipples through the tank top. I moaned deeply as he teased them, leaving wet spots on the narrow straps that had attempted to cover them up. I brought my own hands down between us and rubbed down his newly smooth chest and abs, and slowly grabbed around his smaller dick. Well, it was hard to call it small — 9 inches is nothing to scoff at. But after being stretched out on a monster twice its size and having my own that competes, it didn’t size up.

Razz certainly didn’t feel inadequate, though, and he moaned against my ass as I played with him. He continued teasing and pulling my nipples, having moved the straps aside to really toy with them. I was in heaven, and ready to let Razz fuck my brains out.

I slowly leaned up and pulled my ass away from Razz’s face. I made sure to rub my now-impressive dick against his chest. I gave Razz a quick kiss on his cum-messed lips, then rolled over on my back so he could set his own pace. I thought that was a bit of a reward given how well he had behaved.

Razz eagerly flipped on top of me and hitched my legs up around him. He was leaking as he pushed into the messy valley between my ass cheeks. I was surprised to find that he still felt distinctly big. I was worried his previous size had ruined my pussy for good, but no, the 9-inch version was still hitting every spot inside me. I squirmed back against the sofa as Razz pounded against me, his hands grabbing my tits for leverage.

I marveled at how the sweat glistening on his smooth body made him look like an oiled muscle-man. He didn’t quite have the build, always being a bit slighter than I am, but he could clearly nail the look given the opportunity.

Razz finally built himself up to a rapid climax, and the feeling of him shooting inside me was enough for me to come again. I had forgotten how it felt to come from being fucked! My enlarged dick sprayed like a hose between us as a pleasant tingle ran between it and my ass.

We laid against each other for a moment before he pulled out. Razz relaxed against the couch as I got up. I cleaned off a new butt plug I had gotten at the sex shop, and inserted it. This one had a built-in vibrator! Then I grabbed Razz’s new… toy and got it ready as well.

I rejoined him on the sofa, keeping it out of sight. “I got you a present today while I was out.”

“Mm? What’s that?” He perked up a bit at the mention of a gift.

I held up the metal contraption. “It’s a cock cage. I think you’re a little out of control, and need me to help reign you in. We’ve fucked three times today, and it isn’t even dinner.” Of course I wasn’t actually complaining.

“What?” Razz slid back and sat up against the couch. I watched his eyes for any signs of him not liking this.

“It’ll keep your dick down so it doesn’t get hard. I’ll lock it and keep the key for you, and then when you’re good I’ll let you out to play.”

Razz couldn’t mask the look of lust in his eye. I could see that this was hitting some buttons for him too, and he wanted to fully play that part. And he even managed to look ashamed (wildly horny, but ashamed) when he started to chub up at the idea.

“See? We need to train you.” I grinned at him, and he simply nodded.

I got to work fitting the cock cage to his dick before he got hard again. He enjoyed me playing with his sensitive dick too much, though, and started to get a semi. I got tired of trying to manhandle his stubborn meat into the cage, so instead I just grabbed my phone and took another inch, while Razz moaned in a mix of despair and lust. He fit tightly, but I was able to lock the cage in place. He immediately groaned and arched up against me.

“Tsk, tsk,” I chided as I saw his dick trying to push against the restraint. The simple metal cage curved down and fixed to his balls. This one wasn’t small, since it fit his 5.5-inch softie without any compression, but it certainly wouldn’t let his dick get any bigger. He whined.

“Here,” I said. “Get on all fours. Let me look at you.” Razz obeyed. He crawled across me and arched his back, poking out his enlarged butt. My old plug fit snugly in between those pillowy cheeks, and I gave them a playful swat. It seemed that the ass-fattening addition was still selected for that extra inch I stole, because he was bigger than before.

“Mmm, yes, very pretty. And I’ll let you keep this, too,” I said, pulling the plug in and out of his sloppy hole.

Razz wasn’t much for words. His body quaked with the teasing, which let me hear the pleasant sound of the lock clicking against metal.

I pushed the butt plug back into place, and grabbed his caged dick. “Oh, and I haven’t decided when I’ll let you out yet.” I patted the key that I had put around my neck after locking Razz up.

Razz’s eyes focused back on me. “What?”

“Yeah, as I said, you already came three times today. That’s more than enough.”

“Not today?” Razz whined. “I was thinking after dinner…”

I smiled. I was thinking about after dinner too, but maybe for different reasons.

[razz-tfs]

Hey all! Derek here. Razz and I are cooling off after some fun I managed to cook up this week. It’s taking me a while to write and edit, though, so in the meantime feel free to ask us any questions... or submit ideas for future sessions 😈🤤💦

[razz-tfs]

Dicked Down

a/n: my first standalone tf story, but part of a larger universe i hope to expand upon. hope you enjoy the odd kinks! and let me know what you think

I’ve been trying to share my story for a while now, but it’s impossible to find a place to begin, and it’s not like it’s ending any time soon. Razz suggested that instead of trying to nail it down in one linear story, I should just share our adventures. Eventually I’ll probably fill in the details, but sometimes they just aren’t as important, you know?

Yesterday we revisited my tiny cock kink. Razzor is eager to engage in any type of transformation, and every so often I land back on being dominated, getting pounded down while my useless, tiny cock nub is left ignored. Normally I have a respectable seven-incher, but “normal” seems to mean very little with a demon like Razz.

Razzor has been in my life for a few months now, and it’s been a revolutionary experience. Personally I feel like the details are boring, but our sex games are where the fun comes in. My current “default” body is relatively tall, around 6’2”, and solidly muscled. I also enjoy a good chest of hair that accents my physique. But any of that can change if it strikes our fancy.

This time, Razz wanted to make it a bit of a game. Instead of a quick fuck with a shrunken cock, he sat down on the bed where I had been relaxing and pulled out the phone I got him recently. He thumbed over to open an app I hadn’t seen before.

“This will let me transfer cock size between us whenever I want,” he told me, leaning against me and showing the screen. “In fact, whenever I take some of your dick, you’ll have some other changes too. Like your ass might get bigger, or you might beg to be filled with come.” I smiled. I loved when Razz blended a couple of different quirks together.

“And remember,” he continued, “your dick size goes right to me.” I eyed the massive meat between his bare thighs, already eight inches soft, and imagined transferring my size to him. I gave a shudder just thinking about it.

“Ah, ah, honey. Only I get to decide when you get dicked down. Are you already desperate to give away your cock?” He pulled the phone away, like keeping a toy from a child. (Which was ironic, given that my muscled body had two inches and about 20 pounds on my more toned lover.)

“Yes, Razz, yes.” I couldn’t keep my voice from coming out breathy as I turned into his chest and held him. This app was a way hotter idea than I would’ve come up with. “Take an inch now! I’m not using it.”

The casual observer might have objected to that line. Razz’s little idea had me rock solid in my loose gym shorts, the tip of my (currently) above-average dick just sticking out and grazing the bottom of my tank top. But my man knew that I was more eager to see my length dwindling down than fuck anyone tonight.

“I’ll give you just a taste, love,” he said with a wink, and fiddled with his phone.

I gasped, not in surprise so much as lust, as my dick jolted and briefly contracted. I’d wager Razz only took about a half inch, knowing that teasing me would drive me wild. Just enough that my waistband could hide it once more.

I hastily reached for my pants, eager to rip them off and see my ever-so-slightly smaller package, but with a quick thought I instead looked beside me on the bed to Razz, eager to watch his changes. He had been chubbing up, so the size I gave him was lost in the process, but once he was hard I saw some girth and a bit of length had definitely been added.

Already horned up, the extra nudge from the app sent me over the edge easily. I rolled over and scooted around on the bed to dive into Razz’s crotch. Right away I was sucking his now 11-inch monster with little difficulty. If there’s one thing I’ve learned well, it’s accommodating many varied sizes.

As I bobbed up and down, I arched a fractionally-larger ass into the air. Razz, emboldened that I had taken so quickly to the app, decided not to wait any longer. He grabbed his phone and stole, with no warning, a full two inches of my prized cock.

The effects were astounding.

All at once, I felt a rush of sensory input. My primary focus was on the cock I was swirling in my skilled mouth, so I certainly noticed it surge beyond a foot in length, directly into the back of my throat. I moaned around it, grabbing at the growing base.

However, I also felt the thrill of my dick pulling into itself, contracting and sliding against the fabric to a rock solid 4.5 inches in length, shorter than I had been soft. I was now tenting my shorts instead of sticking up into the waistband.

As my hands reached toward my pants to feel the change, I found myself instead removing them, and reaching behind to play with my ass. This time the growth was substantial, and I already had a respectable bubble butt to start. My ass now was simply big, deserving of every “juicy” compliment it would be sure to earn. But even more to that point, when I plunged my fingers between the plump cheeks, I found my ass to be soaking wet.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Razz remarked as I pulled out my now-lubed fingers. “I see some of my secret additions are working too.” Cock still in mouth, I simply groaned in appreciation.

I glanced down at my dick, now that my shorts were out of the way. It was just like mine should be, but mini-size. My thighs looked absolutely amazing next to the smaller dick, too.

“I figured since you would be so desperate to be filled, you’d need a little help… accommodating me.” Razz caught my eye as I looked up at him. I hoped my look conveyed both how much I loved him, but also how hot this was to play out.

“You’re so sexy like this,” my lover said, reading my silent arousal. “Fucking whoring yourself out on my monster cock, leaving your own pitiful stick ignored.” Razz was fantastic at dirty talk, and it always got me riled up. He was right, the foot of meat I was swallowing was certainly a monster, and mine was truly pitiful in comparison.

I glanced down again at my shrunken dick, shivering with pleasure as I saw it jerking itself in place in time with my deep throating. I noticed my balls had shrunken a little as well, proportionally.

I reached back into my inflated ass, this time adding in a third finger as I loosened my now-sloppy hole. I moaned once more around Razz’s beautiful behemoth, unable to articulate more as I sucked and licked and worshipped it. I picked up the pace, and I reminded myself that I was pleasuring two and a half inches of my own cock, stolen by the man I loved. Plunging a fourth finger deep into my ass and shoving the massive dick down my throat, I lurched forward and pushed Razz and myself over the edge — him coming deeply into me, and myself barely dribbling over my own thigh. I felt more relief accepting his load than I did releasing my own.

I came down from my high, and extricated myself from Razz’s dick. I wiped my mouth in satisfaction and gave a dopey smile to my demonic lover. The cheeky smirk I saw on his face told me this little ride wasn’t quite over.

“So, what next?” I asked, ready to go again. My ass was still wet, and I was eager to try stretching it around Razz’s new cock.

“Well I’ve got to go set up your Tumblr since you always seem to get distracted halfway through,” Razz said as he stood up from the bed. “I’m sure you’ll find ways to pass the time.”

And with that, Razz walked out of our bedroom along with a third of my cock. What I had left softened to less than three inches as I sat up on my pumped-up ass. I marveled at my shrunken state, never really spending much time soft with a smaller dick in any of our previous sessions. It looked almost adorable nestled between my thick and powerful thighs, a stark contrast to my otherwise stereotypically masculine body.

Usually our transformation games have a definite beginning and end, but this time I wasn’t really sure when I’d be getting my length back. We usually toyed around with me going down to about this size, sometimes hard and sometimes staying pitifully soft, unable to even ejaculate. But by this point I’m used to Razz’s transformations, and I’m never anxious to end any particular fantasy, except when I have a new idea for the next one. I trust him completely, and we’ve always immediately ended anything I didn’t enjoy. (While I like the experience of changing to be drawn out, Razz can do things instantaneously when he needs to.)

After relaxing from that hot blow job, I wanted to check out my ass a little more. I had been so fixated on my smaller cock, I hadn’t realized that I had the perfect way to show off both — my jockstrap. As I slid the jet black fabric up my legs, I felt it settle into place around my engorged glutes. The pouch in front was comically under-filled compared to my more common 5-7 inch soft range. While my butt stretched the straps out, my 3-inch dick and smaller balls left only a subtle dent in the front.

After a few minutes of modeling myself and taking a few pictures, I changed into my favorite tiny pink thong. This one was designed with a mini-cock in mind. The thin strip of fabric slipped right between my pillowy cheeks as the tiny triangle in front acted as an appropriately-sized pouch. This fabric was thin enough to show every outline and shape of my package. I turned in the mirror to see how the back of the thong completely disappeared into my blown-up ass.

Right at that moment, I felt a shock. My eyes shot to my crotch and I watched in rapture as my little softie shrank further, down to two inches soft, where even in this ridiculous thong it was starting to get tough to see. Everything had gone with it proportionally — my balls had pulled tightly against my dwindling dick. Shit. I knew Razz would manage to surprise me again!

Immediately, I reached into my thong and realized, wildly enough, that it was the first time I was using my hands on my own cock in hours. I pumped my cocklet a few times, using just a few fingers to poke around in the fabric, until it hardened a bit and pushed to 3 inches long. Now that it was “stretching” the pouch once more, I could appreciate how small it had gotten. The sight drove me wild, knowing that Razz had now stolen 4 inches of my hard length. I abandoned the useless dick and dove for my bedside table, where I kept a handy dildo. “Be prepared” is the Scout’s motto, after all.

I was luckily able to use my own ass lube to get things going, after pushing the sopping wet string of the thong aside. In no time I was lying back on my bed, working the dildo into my hungry hole. I pounded in and out of my ever-growing ass, stimulating my prostate with the toy until I shuddered in a dry orgasm. Well, I say dry, but my self-lubing asshole was anything but.

I was basking in the afterglow, petting my still-hard cock (could I still call it a cock at this size?) through the thong, when I felt that familiar jolt. Excitedly, I looked down to my crotch to see how much more I’d lose. The tingling managed to take yet another inch in length, bringing me down to just two inches again, but this time while hard. I flushed in a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment by seeing my “endowment” not able to make a respectable bulge in the tiny thong’s pouch. Men my size would usually stretch this thing right off their bodies, but my dicklet couldn’t even fill it.

The exhilaration of shrinking almost distracted me from my growing ass. But this time, my hole was positively quivering with need. I grabbed the messy dildo and slammed it back into my waiting hole. My hand pounded the dildo harder into my even-fatter ass as I had a lucid thought.

I realized, stupidly, that at that point Razz’s own cock must be truly monstrous. I was moaning and shaking with need on the bed, when my dick jolted down another half inch. There was barely a visible bulge at this point, and the thong is skin tight. I realized that the dildo was just a sad facsimile for what I really needed then. I needed Razz.

I left the dildo where it was so I wouldn’t be empty. My stupidly huge cheeks bulged around it, keeping it held in place. I laughed when I realized I still had the thong on, but I really loved seeing how this skin tight outfit showed off my dicklet. There was no mistaking exactly how little I was packing.

When I got up out of the bed, a shifting weight on my chest brought my attention to my pecs, which had apparently gotten bloated up along with my ass during one of the last transfers. I became distracted from my quest for Razz’s dick, and grabbed my engorged nipples, groaning at a sensation that rivaled stroking two dicks at once. (And my opinion on the matter should be trusted.) My nipples had really fattened and were even sticking out. Shit, my nipples could almost rival my cock nub, but that’s not much of a challenge.

As I twisted them together, I felt an indescribable pleasure at the same, delirious moment that Razz decided to take another half inch from my nub of a dick. My former glory could pass as a fold in the fabric of this thong as it dwindled down to a single inch. My ass bulged around the dildo, my tits pumped a bit more, and my urgent need for Razz finally put my legs into motion. I hurried down the hall, calling for my lover.

“Please, please fill me, Razz! I need your cock. My cock you stole from me. I need you to really fill me up!”

My brain was too addled by lust to string together anything more than begging. One of my hands was still teasing a nipple as I, at last, reached Razz.

His cock was beastly, looking around 10 inches soft, maybe a bit longer. And what was even more astounding was its massive girth and the low-hanging balls resting beneath. Razz was lounging proudly across our couch, still naked, with his half-stolen equipment trapped between his legs. When clearly it was made to fill my hole.

“Oh, honey,” Razz said, looking up from his phone as if he were just noticing that I had entered the room, as if he hadn’t heard my moaning pleas. “You’re covered up? I want to see what a pathetic nub you have left.” He winked, and my knees went weak even as he mocked my microscopic dick.

I quickly went over and joined him on the couch. As I crawled across his lean body, I dragged my beefy tits against his skin, once more teasing my nipples. I shook my ass and jostled the dildo around, bringing Razz’s attention to the toy.

“Ah, so this is what kept you from finding me sooner,” he said, as he removed the thong from around the dildo. He then grabbed the toy and pounded it into my ass a few times. “I thought I was going to have to take the whole thing to get you to come out here.”

At that idea, I came instantly. Well, the orgasm felt like coming, at least. My nub barely got out a drop of pre for the event, but my ass spasmed wildly against the dildo and my nipples felt like they were on fire.

“Let’s look at what you have left!” Razz announced, and we leaned apart.

I gaped at my crotch. I knew I had lost most of my length, but the one inch nub was truly tiny. I reached to grab it between my thumb and forefinger, and was surprised at how little I felt it.

“I redirected pretty much all of your pleasurable sensation elsewhere in your body.” He slammed the dildo home again and I saw stars.

I dove onto his mouth and kissed him passionately, while grinding my ass back against the fake cock he was still fucking me with. I broke from kissing him just a moment to whine “fill me for real”, unable to really enact any plan myself.

Razz, for his part, was deeply enjoying my obsessive state. He finally began to chub up, though his newly engorged tool took time to get fully hard. He started to grind into my crotch, his massive organ dwarfing my entire package.

I whined again, not caring about anything other than a real, actual cock in my leaking, needy, fucking desperate asshole.

Instead, Razz rolled us around on the couch so that I was laying back, the dildo momentarily left forgotten but still wedged in my ass. He leaned over me and grabbed yet another dildo off the table, a larger one that better approximated his new size. He put it into my hands without much further guidance, and then proceeded to blow my mind by sliding his huge dick against my chest, fucking my pecs-turned-bitch tits. I groaned in satisfaction, feeling around behind him to exchange the silicon dicks. My size donations had really beefed Razz’s dick up to a thrilling girth, so even though he was maybe two inches longer than before, it felt like a massive difference.

My eager hole might have been disappointed at the lack of real cock, but my tits were singing in bliss. As Razz fucked against my chest, pushing them from every angle, my nipples started to tingle. I then felt the bizarre sensation of my nipples leaking… lube? Yeah, it could only be lube. I looked up in wonder at Razz.

He simply grinned, and used his massive cock head to smear the lube around my chest, sliding his slick rod back and forth between my pecs. I couldn’t believe how sensitive my chest was — almost as if I actually was getting fucked. With every pass of his massive dick near my mouth, I would give it a quick lick. It began to leave more and more thick pre behind as Razz’s pace increased. I could feel his ball sack completely overlap my minuscule package as he dragged it back and forth along my crotch.

He reached behind himself, and grabbed the discarded dildo from before. With inhuman dexterity, he managed to continue fucking against my chest while also guiding the first dildo to my ass. My greedy hole was ready for any challenge to prove its mettle, and I grabbed the fake cock and joined it alongside its bigger brother. My wet hole stretched satisfyingly around both cocks, my fat cheeks squeezing the bases together.

As I drove the dildos into me, prepping myself for the real pounding to come, Razz grinded forward and lodged the head of his dick in my mouth. I worked my tongue all over his massive cock, fighting to get as much of it in my mouth as possible. He was positively flowing pre at this point, his engorged (stolen!) balls probably over-producing. The feeling of the length of his thick cock dragging against one of my nipples, while his nut sack covered my tiny dicklet like a blanket, alongside my DP-dildo hammering that was running on auto-pilot, caused me to orgasm yet again. My dick stayed more or less dry, but I gushed around the dildos crammed into my ass, squirted a fresh batch of lube from my nipples, and positively shook in pleasure. I couldn’t articulate anything more sophisticated than a satisfied moan.

Razz was holding out on his own orgasm for the grand finale. He pulled back and away. I was too dazed to give that any mind. I don’t think even Razz at his most teasing would have resisted fucking me at that point, as I was completely gone and certain to be useless until I got a good fucking out.

Right on cue, Razz pulled me up and turned me around, bringing my dildo-filled ass around to his huge, delicious, real, actual cock. He feigned carelessness as he reached in between my cheeks, pulled out the toys, and dropped them on the couch. Then he finally readied his glorious manhood. His dick was almost literally 50% mine at this point, as I glanced down at my pitiful, rock-solid one inch nub. He lined up with my well-stretched hole, and pushed in.

Bliss.

I know sex with Razz is always ecstasy, but the flavor is always unique. I can’t put into words the sensation of his massive tool widening me as much as two cocks had. He pushed in slowly but steadily, and I couldn’t believe there was more, inch after inch.

After an agonizing, tortuously delicious entry, I felt Razz, impossibly, bottom out against me. Usually his balls would be slapping into mine at this point, but my almost-nonexistent nut sack wasn’t coming close.

As my need grew, I felt myself lubing Razz up while he increased the pace. He reached around and started toying with my nipples, making them leak again.

“So baby, how do you like your new tits? They give off a special kind of milk that I find more practical.” Razz loved making it all the realer by saying it out loud. He reached down further to my crotch.

“You know, this baby dick isn’t even doing much for you any more, is it?”

“No!” I managed to wail between my heavy pants. “Take it! It’s yours!”

“You’re always so generous, Derek.”

Razz brought his cell phone around in front of me. He didn’t even stop fucking my ass as he expertly navigated the app. There it was. A percentage bar of how much cock Razz had stolen from me. By mass, Razz had taken 90% of my package. He simply tapped an arrow a few times, and changed that to 95%.

A change in five percent, from my current perspective, was half of what I had left. Enraptured, I watched my rock solid nub truly contract, shrinking down under half an inch long. My balls were completely gone. I was so caught up in my dick, I barely even noticed my tits swell and my ass push harder against Razz’s length.

“There. Look at you, honey,” Razz said as my last change came to a halt. “Almost completely cockless. Just a little useless nub.” I whined in pleasure. “You gave it all,” he grunted, “to me.”

And then I felt his dick jump in size. It didn’t feel proportional to the size he had just stolen, but I wasn’t about to complain when I felt that satisfying stretch.

“I guess you could say yours is still hard, but shit, it’s not even much of a dick at this point.” He grabbed at the nub, but there wasn’t a lot to hold onto.

I couldn’t really disagree. I couldn’t care less about my clit in terms of pleasure. I was milking everything I could out of Razz and I hadn’t even noticed my own hand had been playing with a nipple for who knows how long. Who needed a dick when I had these beefy tits or this sloppy cunt?

Fuck. Cunt? Did I really just call my pussy a cunt? Holy shit. Wait, did I think clit earlier?

Razz interrupted this train of thought. “So the last special change was a vocab mixup. I can undo it if you want.”

I considered it a moment, but figured what the hell and shook my head. “Though,” I tried to snark between his thrusts, “if you had wanted to fuck a pussy,” thrust, “you could’ve just given me one of those instead.”

“In the end, I just wanted to hear you insult your own pathetic nub.” Razz punctuated the thought with a particularly deep thrust. I moaned like the slut I was and pushed back into him.

“Yeah?” I asked. “Well I know this little clit is useless. Hell, it’s not even much of a clit. Why would I need something like that when I can just give it all to you and you can fuck me with it?”

“Oh?” Razz pretended to be surprised, and showed me the app again. “So why don’t you give me the rest of it? Your whole package. Since you aren’t using it.”

I grabbed both of my over-sensitive nipples and bounced on Razz’s monster cock. I hadn’t really thought about it, but feeling around on top of him he had to be over 14 inches long at this point. I felt proud knowing that my dick contributed to this masterpiece. I knew I needed a more fuckable ass, more fuckable titties, anything and everything I could get from giving away what little cock I had left. 5% really wasn’t that much to lose at this point, anyway.

“Yes, yes Razz. Take it all!” I dreamed of how it would feel.

“Oh no, babe. I won’t take it from you. You can give it and I’ll accept it, but you have to be the one to do it.” Razz knew me so well. Keep control away and then give it back to me right at the end, right when I really didn’t have a choice. I had to know the feeling, if not today then the next time we tried this fantasy. Even clear-headed I would’ve probably made the same decision.

I swiped over to my slider and dragged it down to 99%. I wanted to feel one last moment from both sides. I watched in pure pleasure as my nub pulled almost entirely into my body. I basically had a little miniature dickhead, and that was it. I knew it served no purpose whatsoever, but I still wanted to see what it would look like. Kind of adorable, really. And in another way, absolutely hilarious hidden in the expanse between my powerful thighs and defined waist.

As I looked up from my mini clit, I watched as my tits swelled even further outward. The sensitive and enlarged nipples that sat on them grew ever-so-slightly, and I could even feel their increased sensitivity. One hand shot from the phone to my nip, caressing the supple flesh that far surpassed the size of my nearly nonexistent dick. As I massaged, it began to leak more of the highly-effective lube.

Razz was completely ceaseless in the pounding of my fattened ass. It inflated ever-larger around his dick, which itself grew from my donation. It pushed just a little deeper and stretched just a little wider. I took a steadying breath as Razz pushed into me.

He reached, in jest, for his phone. “Done?” he quipped.

I grunted in panic, and grabbed the phone quickly. With my other hand I pressed against my penis — reduced from 7 full inches when hard, down to less than a dick head. I couldn’t even call it a proper clit. My touch, somehow, seemed to excite it a bit, and I felt a jolt that might have, at one point, passed for a come shot. It barely registered to me as an orgasm. I slid the bar down fully, and gave 100% of my package to Razz.

Razz does like the dramatics.

I was watching, ready to see what my nullified crotch would look like. I had openly talked about my tiny dick fantasies, but we hadn’t really discussed taking away the dick entirely. My only hangups about the idea came from fear about permanence. Fantasies are fun in moments of passion, but I don’t want to get caught actually hating a situation. Trusting Razz lets me experience the impossible, and then feel like a normal person the next day.

In this moment, I was not a normal person. Even given my already-ridiculous proportions, Razz must have decided that hitting 100% deserved a bit of a reward. For both parties. My “last bits” just seemed to count extra.

At first, I was elated to see my smooth crotch. Nothing there, no dick or balls or vagina or anything. It was completely taken away! And it was gifted back to me in the form of the cock slamming into my hungry, slutty cunt.

But elation fell to confused disappointment when my view was obscured. It took a moment to register that my swelling tits now blocked the view of my cockless crotch! I reached up to play with my nipples out of habit and immediately forgave them their intrusion. It felt too good to play with them, sliding around their slick mess.

I did drop one hand, though, and grab the smaller discarded dildo. My mouth was feeling annoyingly empty, and it seemed like it would fit.

All the while, my ass was not to be left out. The original transfers had begun the booty-swelling process, so by now my ass was completely impractical. It would actually take a monster cock like Razz’s to get enough dick into my hole. The round shape was perfectly maintained, probably defying a few laws of physics, or at least asking them to take a short break. The rush of pleasure caused a gush of lube around Razz’s massive tube.

Speaking of, Razz really did want to celebrate taking all of my manhood. His cock jumped wildly inside me, and he seemed to pull out forever before slamming back in. I would have to estimate the massive tool at over 16 inches, and it sure as fuck was solid as steel. I cannot begin to explain the pleasure of my pussy stretching around his growing manhood, knowing that I gave him that virility.

Razz reached around and grabbed the null area between my legs. Free real estate. It actually felt kind of pleasurable, like a phantom tickle I couldn’t reach. I could barely focus on it, though, given the frantic sucking I gave the dildo. I grabbed the larger dildo too and started rubbing it around my messy chest, fucking my tits with the toy.

Razz was clearly pleased with his handiwork. He had gotten an amazing session in and barely changed himself. His dick was bigger, but we had done that before. I was so desperate in my head, though, that I felt crazed. I crammed one dick in my mouth as I slid the other across both slick nipples, shuddering the whole time. Razz had adopted a wildly unpredictable tempo with my ass, which left spurts of lube shooting out around the tight seal. I found myself wishing I had more cock to give so I could be stuffed even fuller.

I rocked back and forth, and Razz started to moan in my ear. I knew he was finally getting close. He and I joined hands in rubbing my flat crotch, trying to stimulate what wasn’t there. Every bit of cock I had was attached to another man, fucking me nearly a foot and a half deep in my wet, stretched-out cunt. My whole torso was slick from the lube dripping from my milky tits.

“I’m there,” he groaned into my ear, shoving himself fully into me, unleashing a wild pleasure as he magicked up another two inches worth of cock to push me and himself over the edge. I dropped the dildo I had left in my mouth and moaned like the dirtiest whore, riding a shockwave of ecstasy as Razz’s 18 inches came deep, deep inside of me. He pumped more and more of our shared production into my eager pussy, and all I could do was beg for more and more.

I clearly couldn’t ejaculate in my state, but that didn’t hold me back from a powerful orgasm. My ass practically vibrated as it tried to milk Razz for everything he had. That alone felt like coming. I could feel his satisfaction as deeply as my own. My tits had nipples more sensitive that some dicks could ever be, and I gasped as Razz reached and grabbed one. He clearly wanted to play since he gave me these ridiculous things.

After a while of rocking back and forth together, we both came down from our high. He pulled out, but quickly replaced his hose with a butt plug to hold his load in place. I felt no need to complain, but Razz must have whisked away the hazy horniness that had clouded my thoughts for the past few hours. I felt a bit less overwhelmed by all the sensations, though it was jarring even to just be lying there with my odd form.

My muscled body did a fine job of supporting the added weight of my engorged pec-tits and my astounding ass. An ass which was managing to leak a little lube and come around the buttplug that wasn’t designed for my stretched out cunt. My nipples still dribbled a little come, and I felt that my tongue had even thickened slightly in my mouth throughout some part of the process. And nothing could beat the truly bizarre feeling of rubbing my thick thighs together and feeling absolutely nothing between them.

We arranged ourselves into a more comfortable cuddling position on the couch.

“Maybe next time,” Razz whispered in my ear, reaching around and rubbing my null crotch as he nestled his monster cock between my asscheeks, “I’ll put the app on your phone.”

Hm. Now that, that’s an interesting idea.