A New Craving

 

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To the left a couple kissing, to the right a man tenderly holding his lady’s hand. Jack felt he was drowning in a sea of affection whenever he visited his favorite pub. Romance always filled the air and he was often the sole bachelor present, turning him into a frustrated mess of embarrassment. He initially wasn’t sure why he kept frequenting the place, but it dawned on him over the past couple weeks. He had a deep longing for affection.

Sure, everyone craved affection right? For Jack though, his wants had become more specific over time. He cared nothing about the type of affection he was seeing given to men. No, what he craved was from the woman’s side.

He never thought of himself as a sub before, but he had to entertain the idea now considering the desires bouncing about his confused cranium. He didn’t want to be a girl or anything like that, he was a man and comfortable with it. He thought of himself as straight too, though his curiosities as of late were causing him to question it. Watching the cute, lovely ladies with their men being showered in affection through hugs, kisses to the cheek, and even headpats riled him up. He wanted it so badly, to be treated like a treasure.

Girls have it so easy, he thought to himself. If only I could harness that same kind of allure.

“Gah, there is that voice in the back of my head thinking crazy again.” he said as he shook his head.

Looking down at his plainly dressed self, he wondered if his embarrassment over longing for such a thing came from possessing nothing in the way of style that would draw the attention he wanted. He wasn’t mad over how he looked, far from it. He was a bit shy, sure, but he wasn’t a loner—he even had himself a few girlfriends in the past. Looks wise he could be considered reasonably desirable, standing at 5’11”, a bit muscular but nothing crazy, with short, dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a good complexion.

Witnessing the couple next to him kiss more passionately, he felt a pit grow in his stomach. Leaving the pub, he vowed to figure out once and for all exactly where his cravings lied. Finding himself though, would take some unconventional measures.

Arriving back home, Jack unboxed a package that had been collecting dust for the past month. During a particular mind wracking night tackling self doubts he made a purchase from a mysticism storefront online specializing in mental therapy products. He thought it was a stupid decision then and still thought so now, but people do stupid things when desperate. He hoped to at the very least learn something new about himself.

Half reluctantly he opened the box. Inside was another box, a decorative one typically meant for holding jewelry, as well as a few scented candles and a small pamphlet. He gave the booklet a quick look over, seeing it talk of a jewel one must place in their bellybutton that acted as a key to opening one’s bodily channels to the soul. Harnessing those channels through the act of meditation would allow one to explore their own desires and set a pathway for their wants to manifest more directly it said. It also spoke of being absolutely certain of the problem one wished to focus on as too much conflict could create unintended results.

It all sounded good to him in theory, but Jack had no idea where to start, feeling he had many problems. Regardless, he had never tried meditation before so he went for it, lighting the lavender candles and undressing himself down to his boxers before taking a relaxed, seated position with legs crossed on his living room floor. He nestled the ruby red gemstone into his belly button, took in a deep whiff of the candle’s somewhat ethereal scent and closed his eyes.

Jack took repeated deep breaths in and out, letting the calm of the moment cover him like a blanket. He tried focusing in on his center of being and inner voice. He always had so much running through his mind that the thought of having a clear series of thoughts seemed foreign. Still, he tried, and slowly but surely he felt a semblance of what he thought was clarity, his frustrations from the day presenting like a series of questions with attempts at answers.

WHY DO I SEEK THAT SORT OF AFFECTION?

I have a loving family. Had a perfect childhood you could say.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT GIRLS THAT MAKES THEM ABLE TO DRAW THAT KIND OF ATTENTION?

Looks obviously. A societal thing clearly. Though in today’s world a boy could be treated the same.

SO WHY NOT ME?

I could make myself look more enticing. No, that cuteness girls provide has to be the answer.

A warmth began to prickle out from the gemstone nestled in Jack’s belly button, his eyebrows slightly twitching in response as he remained deep in contemplation. Unbeknownst to him, it began to glow.

It has to be the way they act. Wait, clearly it is the way they dress. Nah, clearly it is more carnal forms of desire at work here.

His mind was doing the thing again, jumping from one possible answer to another. The light of the gem was starting to throb in an unstable rhythm in response towards the chaos, the warmth within it growing stronger.

Damnit settle down, one thing at a time. Girls… their cuteness is like a weapon. It creates a desire for men to dote on them and protect them. I’m a guy though, so that won’t work.

SO WHAT IS THE ANSWER? WHAT IS THE FIRST STEP?

If I was slimmer, no, smaller like them. Being small and desirable, that makes for something worth protecting.

The gemstone glowed brightly, shaking slightly within his bellybutton, feeling as if it was trying to press inwards. The growing heat it conjured spread throughout Jack’s body, soothing his posture and relaxing his muscles, muscles that began to quiver and shrink.

What am I thinking, I’m a guy! As if that is an option.

Jack’s musculature tightened once more, biceps, legs, and all tensing with reformed strength.

AREN’T THERE SMALL, DELCIATE GUYS OUT THERE TOO?

Why am I dwelling on this. That’s true, sure, but no way I can pull cute off with this… body…

Jack’s thought process slowed down for a moment, his body loosening once more as mental images of a slender physique materialized. All his muscles slacked, this time mass being siphoned away at an alarming rate, massaged by an enticing warmth. The process moved to the pace of his breathing, each inhale his body shivering and bones lightly vibrating. With each exhale his limbs became thinner, his gut more tender, and his bones losing some of their girth and length. Gradually he was shrinking, an inch already shaved off.

CAN I MAKE MYSELF SEEM SMALLER?

If I wore baggy clothing I could probably create the illusion of being thinner... Ugh, but it’d be so hard to sell that cuteness with these muscles.

The gemstone dug in deeper, causing Jack’s body to shiver more intensely, the hardened parts of his physique feeling more unloved by the second. It slowly was consumed by supple flesh enveloping it, burying the unnecessary muscle 6 centimeters under. It felt like progress though as he rolled his broad shoulders several times while lightly moaning, the rotations carving out a slight, slender dip into each of them.

WHAT KIND OF OUTFIT WOULD WORK BEST?

There are loads of options out there with baggy sweaters… Long sleeves would be essential… Those fashionable ones girls wear seem to do the trick. Always half hiding their adorable fingers.

Jack’s cock began to stiffen, the pleasing heat within him growing. It felt good enough to ignore and to keep meditating. Clearly he was responding well to these thoughts, even if some of them came across as strange.

Cute toes too, on small feet! Gotta have those… I mean they’re admirable sure. But like outside of painting my toenails… it isn’t like I can make my big ol’ feet look—wait why would I paint my nails?

Two more inches were pruned from his height, making his hands and feet look rather bulky attached to his limbs. Groaning with reserved passion, Jack stiffened his toes and fingers, feeling the soothing veil of his meditation seize them in an attempt to remedy the imbalance. It felt divine, each finger and toe bouncing to the popping cartilage and bone, a mysterious force sucking them off with long, inviting motions. Their superfluous girth was licked away like a Popsicle, leaving behind cute, bite-sized digits. The invisible mouth didn’t stop there. His entire hands and feet felt submerged in its presence—ankles, the bridge of his feet, the palms of his hand, all of it trimming down under an acidic response so intense that it nearly broke his meditation.

He was honestly shocked to still be lost in his trance, realizing his dick had come to full attention under the pleasure. This comforting heat permeating through him was feeling more and more unusual despite the assurance it seemed to bring. His body felt lighter than ever before, even his boxers hanging somewhat loose. It all felt so… so…

G-Good. Good! The meditation is working. I-I think... I certainly feel more uplifted, among other things. But these are all just possibilities I’m thinking up. It isn’t like I can actually… stand to lose a few more pounds.

Jack let out a couple elated moans as he felt his gut tremble. More of his masculine bulk sucked inwards along with the gemstone—now flickering like crazy buried unnaturally into his belly button. Any remnants of the abs he once possessed were gone, dampened into a smooth landscape firming on his flat core.

Maybe I should move onto scenarios. I can’t say I’m too picky about partners, though I do like tall women… Oh to stare up into the eyes of the person who adores me.

Jack yelped in bliss, sounds of snapping and cracking bone reverberating through the living room as two more inches were taken from him.

It would probably feel very comforting to have someone large by your side. Knowing they treasure you. Knowing they… t-tower over you. Knowing they could like, sweep me up into their arms at any moment! Oh gosh.

“Oh my, GOD!” Jack moaned, feeling as if his body was suddenly put under a vice and being compressed from the shoulders and hips. A rush of euphoria flowed through every moment of it, his skeleton being delightfully scrunched down in size. He lost one inch, another, and another, the gemstone being forced into the opening of his bellybutton the more his belly squished.

It can be hard finding tall women… With men though, there are sooo many options… but men aren’t my type! No… but it could totally solve the height issue! O-Oh dear, thinking of some s-strong arms wrapping around my small—

“AGH! AAAHN!”

Eyes still closed, Jack shouted in bliss as his body felt primed for a relentless release, dick furiously twitching, bloated with need. The sides of his torso winced inward slightly, providing some minor relief alongside the new curves as it forced the posture of his spine to heave forward more. With that forward motion the gemstone sucked into his body and released a supernova of energy.

“OOOOOH FUUUUCK! WH-WHAT IS HAPPENIIIIINGHH!” Jack cried out. His eyes finally snapped open as a final inch was wiped from his height, his body a whole foot shorter than where it began. Falling to the ground writhing in ecstasy, his excited dick fired ropes of cum into his boxers.

My body feels wrong! Everything is smaller now… A small, cute package! This will solve everything!

“NOOOooooOOOOH!”

Jack desperately grasped one of his shrunken pecs. It felt so flat and foreign to him now, soft, firm flesh adorned with a small, erect nip atop a slightly swollen teat. It was very sensitive to the touch and made him buck, his dick unrelenting in its spurts.

Oooh, it isn’t enough. I want some bad boy to really grip my chest—tah, the fuck no! Guys aren’t the goal here! I want wo… men to notice me too! S-Surely there is a line of men out there, y-ya know, waiting to get their hands on me~?

“Ooooh my!” Jack moaned in a noticeably more feminine way, before the gravel of his voice returned. “Fucking gaaaawd!”

His body bucked several more times and as if driven by instinct, he traced the serene expanse of his belly with one hand and gripped the limber meat of his thighs with the other.

All of this is wrong! This isn’t my body! This won’t work at all, I… like, really need more meat on these bones! Total bummer. All those girls getting the action were definitely packing more down here.

Suddenly Jack’s thighs began to thrash, an unleashing of fat spilling into each one like ripples across water. He whined and moaned, using his hands to slide his boxers down as rolling waves carried across their surface, light muscle returning to help thicken the settling fat. It packed in and wound itself nice and firm, each crashing wave forcing both thighs to bloat and eat away at the space between his legs. The two growing pillars of meat soon sandwiched his cumming cock, the poor thing struggling to release its hot wads of thanks while wedged between the beautiful idols. They did help stroke it though, nuzzling against it with the kind of affection he was so desperate for.

Oh no, they’re so thick! They feel nothing like my legs. These are… better than that! I can picture it now. A BIG, oh jeez, c-cock rubbing between them. Eeee! Wh-What if his dick also rubbed up against mine? H-Holy shit this is going to be like so—bad! This is bad! I can’t stop thinking about m-men!

Please stop! Ahn! No more! I’m not! Th-This is soooOOOH GOOOOOD!” Jack yelled out, his voice dragging into an effeminate resonance once again upon moaning. It felt like he was losing his mind, unable to compartmentalize his thoughts.

His lower body continued to flop like a fish, more hot, steamy fat piling out of nowhere, this time flowing into his flat-as-a-board bottom. Lumps of mass were pumped into each cheek, spreading out with a jiggle upon impact before firming up and raising his butt higher off the ground. One of his hands tried digging beneath it, getting under just enough to admire the plush surface swelling with rich, malleable pudge.

That’s right, nice and big! I want their balls bouncing off my ass like a trampoline! O-Oh my did I really… just fucking think that? That’s ridiculous! Why am I… w-worrying so much. Heh, get it together Skye… S-Skye? No, I’m Ja-Jackie! Wait, that isn’t right. I’m… Gonna rock their world~!

He screamed as his ass gave a kick like an airbag, the remaining fat firming into a tight tush perfect for playtime. Right, that is what this was—his body was becoming the perfect object of desire to be played with. His body wanted this, and it seemed so did his mind.

No, I’m Jackie! Change me back! All these thoughts of men? Wh-Where are the women? Who am I?!

I mean, I’m Skye. I should embrace who I am. A-All these, heh men. They can grab me wherever they want.

Jackie’s dick began to throb once more, all his thoughts training on it, his gaze lowering towards it.

A large dick would be nice. So much to hold… and s-stroke. Mmm… Any gentleman that showers me in affection definitely deserves a BIG… JUICY… reward~.

No, I don’t want anyone touching it! Keep those men away from my… my…!

“My dick? Ah, ooooh NOOOO!” Jackie cried, their voice settling permanently within an effeminate tone.

Jackie’s dick began to shoot up in size, driven by pure desire. It flexed like a muscle, veins swelling as they pumped blood quickly through the shaft, allowing it more ease to grow. It pointed upwards towards his chest, slowly slinking its way up his abdomen while it grew, its weight becoming quite apparent resting atop his tummy. The sight was equal parts pleasing and terrifying, his face twitching between awe and a shit-eating smirk.

Oh my god! I-It’s huge! This isn’t what I wanted!

Wow I’m like, totally p-packing! I think my balls grew too? D-Damn, it’s pretty like a treasure. Those hunks will treat me soooo good. For real!

Jackie mewled in bliss as his cock pulsated through a climax, reaching up to just below his chest at full length. The delighted dick showered the shivering femboy with cum, most of it splattering onto his chest while a few smacked him in the face. Catching a wad in his own mouth, he relished in the taste, his mind going completely blank as its split line of thinking began to crush him under its weight. He whipped his head back with nothing but a wide smile spread from cheek to cheek as the cum kept coming, feeling the warm caress of whatever magic had seized him taking his face next.

No I’m… this is not… ooooh Skye… you did it boy!

Jackie’s eyes flickered between hazel and ruby red, his fractured mind trying to sort itself out. It was clear who was winning though, his face contorting and scrunching towards cute, androgynous features bordering as close to female as a boy could be. He was going to show up every woman around him, claim all that affection for his own!

Affection, yes I… no, that’s not… what I wanted I… want to… want to…

The conflicted femboy’s brown hair and thinning eyebrows became awash in a peachy pink color, becoming smooth as silk. His bangs grew long and whispy, slithering around the back of his ears and down past his shoulders to the top of his chest. The rest of his hair crawled down his backside, carrying with it the scent of strawberries. His luscious locks snaked about like a collection of river ways, creating a backdrop behind his cute body like a work of art. Any woman would be envious of such a mane, but his was reserved only for the touch of men.

No! I want woMEN! All those hot men! I want them to touch me! I want them to hold me! I want them to compliment me! I want them to smell me! To protect me! To worship me! I w-want them t-toooo—!

“F-F-FUUUUUCK MEEEEE! OOOOH! OOOOH YAAASSSS!”

The man’s body shook with a thunderous orgasm, his cock bathing him in spunk as his hazel eyes were devoured by the deep reds of Skye. All doubts about who he was or what he desired spilled onto his now perfect body, his face crackling under the last vestiges of change. Jack was nothing but a memory now, of a man too weak to admit what he truly craved.

Gently stroking his cum drenched chest and cock after the powerful release, Skye gazed towards the ceiling of his living room, head in the clouds. He daydreamed of all the men he couldn’t wait to have shower him with love… inside and out.

***

Skye clung to the arms of Tyler, a tall, handsome, well-dressed, well-toned catch, resting his cheek upon his strong biceps as he was led into their house after a wonderful night out. He had been picking up men with ease since his awakening, but Tyler was the biggest prize yet. Skye had met them while jogging the previous week, his ruby eyes catching their green ones immediately setting off fireworks. Tyler’s pretty boy looks were framed perfectly by his stylish, short black hair—he looked like he walked out of a boyband. Skye had been showered with compliments upon their meeting and it was enough to get the embarrassed femboy rock hard beneath his boyshorts, and with his cock being so big it slipped out to say hello. This didn’t go unnoticed by Tyler and the rest was history.

The two eventually made it up to Tyler’s bedroom, with Skye immediately captured within a loving kiss. He let his strong man guide him with their tongue, trusting the motions of their lead as if it were a ballroom dance. They wanted him to lead, to handle them with care like the treasure they were. Throughout the kiss, he could feel Tyler gently undressing him, slipping off each strap from his sleeveless dress-top, sliding down his boy panties and untying his ponytail. Their action’s eventually moved to the bed once Tyler saw how lifted Skye’s skirt was by his dick.

“You pack a big surprise for such a small package.” Tyler teased, lifting the blushing Skye up into his arms like a princess.

“Ohh, p-please don’t tease me my… p-prince.” Skye replied, hamming up the nerves. He truly was embarrassed, but with joy, relishing in the rush of submitting to one stronger than him who had only their best in mind. He knew he was in good hands with Tyler. One look at Skye would be all it took to know exactly how to treat him.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me Skye.”

Tyler hushed the responding mewl from Skye with another kiss. He then lowered him onto the bed gently, caressing a cheek while their lips parted ways.

“T-Tyler. I want to—mmm…”

Skye wasn’t allowed to finish, a comfy touch to the head from Tyler as they assuredly rustled his hair causing him to blank, drool trickling from his mouth over his first headpat.

“Rest easy cutie. I know exactly what you need.”

“O-Oh my. What a gentleman—ooh~.” Skye complimented, before reeling at the touch of Tyler’s lips against the head of his dick, his face slipping beneath his skirt.

“W-Wait, Tyler th-that’s, hoooh!”

What started as some kissing of the tip quickly turned to being enveloped in warmth. Skye’s big, fat cock was filling his man’s mouth. The way he licked and sucked was meticulous and slow, as if he was admiring every inch of the shaft’s surface, tracing the source of it’s fine taste like a well-labored meal.

Skye tried gripping to Tyler’s head of well-conditioned hair, but was seized by the man’s hands. He grasped his fingers tightly, pulling them away down to the bed, before letting go and traveling straight for Skye’s plump bottom. He grabbed hold with a sturdy grip, his strong hands able to palm almost an entire cheek. He worked the flesh in steady, circular motions, a rhythm matched by Skye themself rocking back and forth. It was the peak of affection, the femboy feeling treasured like never before.

“Oh god, hooh! Tyler… I hope m-my bohaaahdy! P-Pleases youuooOOH!”

Skye could barely keep their composure, their heart fluttering to the throbbing of their dick gliding across Tyler’s tongue. This man was good… really fucking good—an absolute beast taking its hefty meal all the way to the walls of its throat. Knowing he was the perfect predator to his prey, Skye unleashed the full degeneracy of their subbery.

“Ugh, n-nooo! You’re eating it! Staaaaahp! It’s t-too much!” Skye moaned, thrashing backwards onto the bed, a signal sent to Tyler to pick up the speed. So he did, sucking him off faster and groping his ass firmer.

Skye was on the brink of exploding, ready to bathe his lover’s mouth with his own helping of affection, but he was surprisingly kept from doing so. Tyler pulled away and used the hands groping Skye’s ass to rip off his skirt. He crawled up on the bed, hovering above them, their eyes meeting. Skye’s lids fluttered in nervous anticipation over the unexpected turn and ferocious looking gaze now diving into his sea of red.

Tyler kissed Skye again, more intensely than before, while bringing him into a lover’s embrace. His hands moved calculatingly around Skye, stroking his head and backside, gripping his butt, his thighs, admiring every inch of his boy-toy. Skye let it happen to the flow of Tyler’s needs, not wanting to interrupt the appreciation of his body, opting only to hug the upper part of him like an overwhelmed maiden clinging for dear life. He was but a small lamb helpless to the whims of his big bad wolf.

Leaning in closer, Tyler’s abs pressed down onto Skye’s dick, flattening it between both of their bodies. Tyler’s body was so much larger that his dick lined up perfectly beneath them, prodding at the crevice of the femboy’s ass. He wasn’t hung, but due to the height difference he comparatively was big enough—perhaps too big—for the small Skye.

Fed up with waiting, Skye gave a small hop, their ass bouncing into Tyler’s dick as if to give a sign that it was ready. He obliged, entering the man’s tight hole with a drawn out, yet forceful thrust. Their lips parted during entry, Skye unable to hold back the squeals of pained delight. He was plugged, stuffed all the way to his prostate—just as he liked it.

The sex looked tender, but the pleasure was brutal, Skye’s small hole being completely demolished. It was one of the benefits of a short body, even moderately sized dicks feeling as if they could snap him in half. And it didn’t take much ferocity either, able to be bedded like a delicacy needing to be handled with care, while still feeling like his insides were wonderfully destroyed.

“Tyler noooo! It’s too much! Oh gaaawd! Y-You’re b-breaking meeee!” Skye howled, his moans making clear though this was all he ever wanted.

Their copulation picked up speed, Tyler inspired by Skye’s praises and reeling concerns. He was the perfect sub with a body built for being harshly handled. His cuteness was begging to be destroyed with every hop and with every playful word of protest that slipped from his feminine lips. It looked as if he might cry, but Tyler noticed the subtle twinge in their mouth, that hidden ecstasy giving him but a glimpse of its insatiability.

Skye’s thighs gripped tightly to Tyler as as their bodily bounces reached their peak. They were moving so fast that Tyler had to palm handfuls of thigh meat to keep his thrusting on point, lest Skye slip away. There was plenty to grab thankfully and it only amplified the elation Skye was feeling. His bucking body underneath his lover’s weight, his dick sliding back and forth against chiseled abs, it was heaven.

Yasss, use my body! Go Faster! Harder! Skye thought, his mind reaching for the words he wouldn’t dare say out loud in fear of ruining the moment. Ravage me like all those other starving men! S-Show me! Show me how much you f-f-fucking love meeee!

Tyler grunted fiercely as he reached his limit, his thrusts slowing up as he bricked heavy loads of warm cum inside Skye’s ass, the excess popping out his corked hole. Skye in return came as well, his equally bloated balls pumping as much slick seed as it could muster out through his cock and onto the two beautiful tummies of the men. The cum ran like a river between the crevices of Tyler’s abs while much of the rest created a pond for itself in Skye’s bellybutton. As reward for hanging on Tyler cradled Skye’s head yet again and brought him in for a soft kiss, which they held for what felt like an eternity.

After some time recovering within each others embrace, Skye was beckoned onto Tyler’s lap and was stroked on the head by him. The comforting gesture relaxed his body into a slump and Skye rested his head upon Tyler’s chest. His pillow didn’t let him settle for long though, as he grabbed hold of the femboy’s quivering cock, delicately stroking it back towards a full erection. Amused, Skye daydreamed over how Tyler had been the best man yet, how he treated him like the absolute treasure he was. This was what true affection felt like.

“Are you ready to go again my subby little slut?” Tyler asked.

“N-No! I’m not a— gh. How rude.” Skye replied followed by a pout.

“O-Of course! Heh. How can I make it up to you babe?”

“Easy. Hold me close like you’ll never let go…”

Tyler granted the cute boy his wish and after brushing some of Skye’s bangs away they stared into each others eyes for several minutes before locking into a kiss once more. Eventually their cuddling fell to the bed, where things started to heat up for round two.

Yeah, that’s the good stuff. Skye mused. Treat me like I’m your entire world you hunk of a man. G-Gosh, I hope my next prince is just as good.

Skye moaned lightly towards the ceiling, imagining the stars of the unfurling nighttime above him and framing the two of them like a portrait within his mind captured beneath them. They were both drenched in moonlight, Tyler kissing Skye’s shoulders and neck as they laid in an open field—another masterpiece.

“Oooh Tyler…” Skye whispered love drunk in a way that would not distract his lover. “Mmm… drown me in your affection~.”

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