The Universe decides to indulge the naive, youthful sexual fantasies of a mid-30s computer engineer with a very ordinary physique, and in so doing, throw a large boner in the otherwise generally harmonious workings of reality.
The edges of a small slick patch of deep red crept into view on the front of Jesiah's underwear. It looked like he might have had a grapefruit and a banana stuffed down his jocks. From a distance, the aura of a seismic orgasm shone around the proud specimen of manhood, every sinew complemented by the contrast between the bulging red jocks and his pale now glistening skin. The sun completely illuminated this artistic marvel, completing the picture.
A few moments passed before Jesiah replied to the stranger's startling appearance. Unperturbed by surprise and finding a certain boldness of nature only befitting a man of such incredible stature, he finally returned the stranger's greeting,
"Thaanks maate!" Drawing the words out in a typical Aussie way for playful effect, he continued, "Where'd you come from?—I mean, we're not exactly in the middle of town here ay?"
With a chuckle, the stranger smiled, "Nah, true mate. Well I guess I had the same idea as you. Seems we've crossed paths by accident."
The stranger had a distinctly New Zealander accent, that much was now obvious.
"Well how about I put some clothes on and what say you join me in a bit for some lunch? There's a creek a short walk from here, over this crest." Jesiah gestured over his shoulder with his thumb.
"Sounds like a plan brother, but don't worry about the clothes. I'm liking the view down here!" grinned the stranger, "Oh brother! Forgive me, with the show you were putting on and all—name's Tyson."
"Jesiah, great to meet you brother, now get on up here," With pleasantries exchanged, Jesiah turned and gathered his things whilst Tyson scaled the rocks below. As per Tyson's request, he left his clothes off. It was a warm in the sun, and he was quite enjoying his strange new and incredibly sensual underwear. Although he found himself wondering about exactly how and what had happened. Questions for later on, perhaps a friendly discussion over lunch?
After walking for about half an hour, the sun high overhead, both men were of same mind. Upon reaching the small creek, little more than a metre-wide trickle in amongst some rocks, they plopped down in the shade of a large gum tree, one of a small isolated clump. The ground, though still fairly sparse was more wooded on the ridge, the soil less sandy and a deeper brown.
Jesiah sat facing Tyson, crotch on display, right-leg splayed out and bent at the knee, to give his new pal a bit of a show. As he did, he caught a glimpse of something shiny on the Tyson's right hand. It was a small silver ring. Tyson caught the direction of his glance but didn't stay anything. Both men sat in silence for a few minutes, digging into some food both had earlier prepared. Tyson occasionally steeling glances at the still large red mound in the others crotch. It still looked slightly moist, despite the walk and the heat of the day. Tyson's heart skipped a beat and picked up ever so slightly at the observation.
"So, that was quite a display I saw earlier," started Tyson.
"How much did you see? I mean—" began the reply. Tyson interrupted,
"Did I see you grow you mean?" he continued, "Sure I did. I guess you're probably wondering how I can be so casual about it?"
Jesiah just made a small nod with his chin, his gaze fixed without emotion upon the other man. Tyson continued,
"It just so happens brother, that I've seen such things before. Not exactly, but weird shit like that. If I'm not mistaken, those jocks of yours have something about them, besides the incredible mound they're still sporting," both grinned, "I have something of my own," Tyson held his ringed finger up, "Though the effects are not in the same league."
Tyson retrieved a now empty soda can from his backpack and held it up. A few moments passed. Jesiah thought he glimpsed a momentary spark of the light in the ring, the can appeared to vibrate slightly and then all but disappeared. Tyson held out his palm for inspection. Slightly astonished, Jesiah gapped as he saw the can, now apparently miniaturised in the palm of the other's hand, he drew the hand closer for closer look. Yup, it was miniaturised for sure. He could hardly make out the writing on the tiny soda can.
"Wow," exclaimed Jesiah, "Some trick."
Tyson bobbed and inched across the rocky ground until his face was only a foot or so from the other's bulging crotch. Jesiah's pulse quickened. A small drop appeared on the damp spot before spreading back into the surrounding fabric. They locked eyes and Tyson moved in to plant a kiss on the rapidly engorging monster head, still sheathed, outline and ridge becoming more prominent beneath the thin red stretchy skin. He moved his ringed hand to run it along the top of the monster sausage and gazed up once more at Jesaih, whose pulse once again quickened at sight of the fingers—and the bizarre ring. He could make out the feel of the hard metal band as it caressed the length of his throbbing shaft and Tyson worked his tongue and lips around the head, nuzzling the underside and the routinely spasming, oozing cock slit. A small moan escaped from the hunky bulging stud as his manhood was further aroused and balls jostled expectantly.
Tyson met Jesiah's gaze one last time. Jesiah was deep in advancing sexual trance, a prisoner to his own erotic urges. Tyson went to work on the spandex clad monster, the head sliding upward and around slightly against the inside of now slick wet super jocks. The knowledge of his own superhuman manly transformation only hours earlier and the deepest pleasure of his well lubricated cock juxtaposed against a malevolent idea whose presence was felt at the periphery of consciousness but whose content would not willingly reveal at this point of arousal.
With some difficulty, Tyson managed to stuff the head of the bulging man meat in his mouth and then some, tugging and sucking, tongue darting and kneading the other man's exposed and vulnerable flesh, given no protection from the pleasurable onslaught save a thin layer of some strange sexy and apparently super-powered underpants. Jesiah's dick mushroomed and began to harden like rock. Veins bulged visibly along the slightly distorted ridge of his still enclosed shaft as it bucked and pressed further sideways, pulling the jocks taught and pointing ever so slightly upward. His slit further exposed, Tyson moved in for the kill. Deliberately swapping hands, he moved his ringed hand upward to twist the nipple of Jesiah and grope at massive pectorals. The cock surged once more and went solid, harder than granite. The pulsing stopped and the mushroom shaped head of the python pulled upward against the awesome red fabric. Jesiah was in ecstasy and looked down at his bulging member, head now revealed as Tyson drew back slightly to just tickle the slit with his tongue. As he did, he caught sight of the ring at the periphery of his vision. A flash, almost too brief as the right hand of Tyson continued to prod and grope at the exposed flesh of Jesiah's torso. Ecstacy surged through Jesiah as a shadow in the corner of his mind expanded sending a shiver down his whole body. He started to tingle and as he did, his cock began to erupt violently into the now sodden red jocks.
Pulse after pulse rhythmically he pumped salty hot man juice for just under a minute as his body continued to tremble and the strange tingling grew more intense. He felt as if his whole body had begun to vibrate. Suddenly it became clear the intent of that ringed hand, though less clear the motivations nor the inevitability of the result. As the torrent of his juices slowed and jizz ran down the outside of his enclosed and still tumescent package, the vibrating picked up and he felt light-headed. Surely the jocks would prevent this from happening? Would they? He didn't have to wait more than a moment for the answer.
Withdrawing his hands and tongue from his victim, Tyson stood up and gazed down at the now quizical and trembling expression of Jesiah. Jesiah felt it and cried out in a deep, resonant, still distinctly masculine tone, eyes piercing the other, "Nooo! Noo! What have you done?"
Before he was answered, his arms drew back within an instant, to mere tiny stubs out the side of his torso, his head followed suit. Limb by limb, collapsing down like a telescoping antena upon itself, moving toward his crotch in no more than a couple of swift, almost imperceptible jumps. In a matter of moments all that remained was a rather full looking pair of dirtied, oozing red briefs. Obviously filled by a pale skinned object, as if a disembodied piece of a very lifelike manikin. A strange and disturbing sight to be sure. Then, as quickly as the limbs, the disembodied crotch of Jesiah disappeared in an instant. The front of the jocks suddenly without their manly form, slowly sank like a feather to the underside and rock beneath. A large damp stain and slightly distorted fabric the only hint of having been worn moments before.
A grin spread across Tyson's face and he began to bellow, a deep bass laughter. He stripped off everything, tugged on the still sodden jocks and sighed deeply as his hand fondled his now steadily inflating manhood, eyes shut against the bright sun and light breeze. He lay back upon the rocks and drifted to sleep.
Unseen and unheard, in a small patch of grass only a short distance away, a soda can miraculously appeared as if out of thin air, sending a small trail of ants scurrying in all directions.