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Bruce didn't want to spend Halloween alone. He also definitely didn't plan to open his door to three impossibly muscular strangers who act like they own the place or to discover the magic he never knew he had.
When a werewolf, a demon, and a living construct show up claiming Bruce summoned them, he thinks it's a prank. But as the night unfolds and his great aunt's house responds to his deepest desires, Bruce realizes the truth: he's a witch, and these three monsters are his familiars. Built from his fantasies and bound to serve him. They know what he wants. They know what he needs. And they're not leaving until they claim him.
A steamy Halloween night of magic, muscle worship, and three large supernatural men who exist for one reason: to make their witch's every fantasy come true.
2The Witch's Familiars is an 11,000-word short story featuring explicit MM scenes, size difference, muscle worship, and a witch discovering his power on the one night when anything is possible.
4,668 words | Size Difference | Big Cock | Anal Sex | Larger Man On Top | First Encounters
Byung-hun’s tired but happy as he steps on the platform to wait for his train to arrive. He enjoys the air on his freshly showered hair, his muscles still sore from his second workout of the day. It’s been a good day, with nothing so unexpected or surprising that he couldn’t deal with once he figured out what was happening. Working as IT for a big company did mean he often had to deal with people acting as if something so mundane as a forgotten password or a slow computer was a life or death situation, but he never paid them too much attention.
He always fixed their problems, anyway, and his boss always answered his complaints with some version of “he doesn’t have to be nice, he has to keep things running smoothly.”
And while he did keep things running smoothly, he was a little bit annoyed at the implication that he wasn’t nice. So maybe he didn’t do that “office rounds” thing some people do to say good morning to everyone. He always ended up saying hi to most people as he walked around the office, anyway. He also took a lot of care so that the company’s servers, networks, and equipment ran efficiently and without problems so everyone could do their job properly. Wasn’t that nice?
His train arrived and he got on, getting the same looks he usually did. He was a big guy, 6’4 and muscular, so he had gotten used to sticking out everywhere. It’s also summer, meaning he’s wearing a tank top and shorts which show off the hair on his chest and legs. People say he acts too unassuming for how big he is, but he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to act. It’s not like he can change how tall he is, and he’s been working out for mass since high school. He just looks like a guy who does the things he does.
People often call him confusing, and he doesn’t understand why. He’s the one who tries to be clear and concise when he interacts with others, while others always seem to be saying one thing in order to hint at another. Madison at the office would often corner him to talk about work. She obviously liked the way his shoulders stretched his shirts and would be interested in being intimate with him. Today, when he told her he’d be interested in having sex way more than listening about the gossip in accounting, she was offended.
His boss had laughed at the story. Byung-hun was just frustrated that he would have to find someone else to have sex with that night.
“Why do people act so weird?” Byung-hun asked his boss, for what felt like the thousandth time since they started working together.
“Keeps things interesting,” she answered, cryptically. “Don’t let it change you.”
Byung-hun couldn’t see how it could. It didn’t make sense to get entangled in the ways people tried and failed to hide trivial stuff from each other. It did, however, mean he’d have to find someone on the way home that would like to have sex with him.
Easy enough.
He looked around. His gym was near his office which meant there were plenty of guys and girls in business casual attire around him. He ignored most of those, for some reason they always wanted to talk about job titles and promotion opportunities. He pulls on his gym bag, a black rectangular one that looks brand new and almost like a minecraft object due to how neatly he arranges his stuff inside it, and it catches on someone else’s bag.
He looks down and realizes that just to his right there’s a guy a full head shorter than him that wasn’t there when he got on. The guy’s bright white backpack hangs on one shoulder. He’s wearing an oversized pastel yellow hoodie, blue jeans, and is chatting on his phone with one hand while stretching his arm to hold on to the overhead handrail with the other. Byung-hun is instantly interested. Short people are his favorite to fuck missionary style.
The guy’s wearing airpods, and Byung-hun has a heavy pair of black wireless headphones on. He does have a couple of stops to grab the guy’s attention, but he doesn’t want to be rude. He pushes his headphones down so they can wrap around his neck and considers the best course of action.
The smaller guy, however, seems to have felt eyes on him and he looks away from his phone and to his left, meeting with Byung-hun’s chest. His eyes widen and he looks up at Byung-hun’s face, who smiles at him as friendly as he can.
“Hi,” he says.
The guy actually shakes his head, like he can’t believe Byung-hun just said something to him. He has messy brown hair and full lips Byung-hun would like to kiss.
“Um,” the guy says, obviously pressing something on his phone to silence whatever it was he was listening to. “Hi.”
Byung-hun’s grin widens. “I’m Byung-hun, nice to meet you.”
Byung-hun offers his hand, the guy looks at it like there might be a practical joke hidden inside it before taking it. “Asher,” he says. “Nice to meet you, too.”
Perfect, Byung-hun thinks. Greeting’s done.
“Would you like to come to my apartment and have sex with me?”
The guy does not react, but an older guy in a steel gray business suit coughs up the menthol candy he had in his mouth and an older woman sitting in front of them gasps and looks away. Byung-hun ignores them.
The guy stands still, side eyeing the man who has now picked up the spat out candy with a handkerchief. He half-grins and pulls on his backpack. Byung-hun considers telling him it’s bad for your back to only hang it off one shoulder.
“Depends,” Asher says, and Byung-hun worries he might have some question unrelated to sex. People often did. “Where’s your apartment?”
Of course, who knows where Asher is headed. He might live far away.
“Just a couple blocks away from Poplar Grove station,” Byung-hun says. “I will pay for your rideshare back to your place, if you don’t wish to stay the night.”
The train stops. A few people get off and more than a few get in. Asher steps closer to Byung-hun to make space for some of them.
“Considerate, but unnecessary,” Asher finally answers Byung-hun’s offer. “Sure, I’ll have sex with you,” he adds. The woman from before huffs, offended. A young girl just to the left of Byung-hun giggles. Asher puts his phone in his pocket and looks up at Byung-hun with a confident smirk. “I live close enough to Poplar, I can walk.”
“Oh,” Byung-hun says, neutral. “I really don’t think you’ll be able to walk later.”
The girl lets out a small disbelieving gasp. The woman turns to fully frown at him. Asher actually laughs, as if Byung-hun had said something funny.
“I’m serious,” Byung-hun says.
“I bet you are,” Asher says, smiling at him. Before Byung-hun can insist on how serious he is, the train arrives at Poplar Grove. The larger man places a hand on Asher’s back and gently guides him towards the subway doors. Asher arranges his backpack on his shoulder once again and Byung-hun considers taking it just so he won’t have to explain how bad that is for his posture.
“Anything we need on the way there?” Asher asks. “Chicken breasts, a protein shake, condoms?”
He says the last part while smiling sweetly at the older woman who’s still frowning at them as they leave.
The doors open and Byung-hun consciously slows down his walk to match with Asher’s pace. He shakes his head.
“I had my post-workout meal at the gym,” he explains. “I have condoms at home. Are you hungry?”
Asher makes a show of thinking by leaning his head to the side. “Will be, eventually.”
Byung-hun nods. He can work with that.
Asher lets himself be guided out of the station and across a park towards Byung-hun’s building. They walk in silence, Asher looking around at the scenery like he’s new to all of it. Byung-hun likes that he’s not the kind of person that feels the need to fill every silence with idle chat.
The doorman to his building greets them with a friendly smile and Asher waves at him and yells “good night!” as they head towards the elevator. You’d think he had just seen an old friend.
“You know him?” Byung-hun asks.
Asher shakes his head. “Nope. Just being nice.”
It’s a bit of a slow ride up to the fifth floor, and Asher leans against the opposite of the elevator, seemingly analyzing Byung-hun.
“You do this often,” Ash states.
Byung-hun nods, because there’s no point in denying it and he can’t understand why some people care about the frequency with which others have sex.
“Brave of you, to just approach some random stranger on the subway.”
“Anyone can do that.”
Asher grins and rolls his eyes a little. “Nope. Trust me, most people don’t have your…”
The elevator comes to a stop. Byung-hun doesn’t wait for him to finish, he once again places his hand on Asher’s back and walks him out of the elevator. He leads him to his door and ushers him into his apartment.
“My?” he asks, just to let Asher finish his incomplete elevator thought.
“Honestly, I’m not sure. The muscles help. The height definitely helps. You’re good looking but not like model good looks. Whatever soap you use is nice without being overpowering, which is a plus. I guess it’s the confidence? I don’t know if I’d call it confidence, though. You just carry yourself with an air of ‘I don’t give a shit’ that’s kind of attractive. And of course your apartment is pristine.”
Asher talks casually as he walks into Byung-hun’s place and goes to stand in the middle of his living room, shoes off but backpack still infuriatingly slung over that one shoulder. Byung-hun pulls it off him to hang it near the door, just for his peace of mind.
“I keep it clean,” Byung-hun says, happy that Asher noticed.
“I’m just glad there’s furniture, and paintings.” Asher looks at an abstract piece in four bright colors on top of the sofa. “I was kind of worried I’d end up at some empty bachelor pad with a mattress on the floor or some place obviously furnished by some soulless rental company. You build computers.”
Byung-hun followed Asher’s eyes to the half-opened door to the office where several of his projects could be seen even under the fading afternoon light.
“You know about that?” Byung-hun couldn’t hide his excitement. Or his disappointment when Asher shrugs.
“Friend of an ex used to,” he says. “Still does, for all I know. Nice view.”
Asher walks over to the glass doors to the balcony. His unit does not overlook the park, but it does show an impressive view of the city. It faces the east, so the sun isn’t streaming in right now as it would in the morning.
“Yeah,” Byung-hun agrees, liking the way Asher looks right in front of the blue and purple hues of the almost night sky. “The bedroom is over here.”
Asher turns to him with a wide smile. “Lead the way, big guy.”
Byung-hun smiles. He likes being called big. Has been working out to be as big as possible for years now. He once again crowds Asher, places a firm hand on the small of his back to push him towards his bedroom. It’s just as neat as everything else is. Bed made, bedside tables arranged neatly, everything in its place even if he knows he’ll soon be making a little of a mess.
“Any hard no’s?” Byung-hun asks.
“I’m all up for anal and oral,” Asher answers, turning around and sitting on Byung-hun’s bed. His pastel yellow hoodie contrasts nicely with the dark blue of the comforter. “Just warn me if you plan to do anything freaky.”
Byung-hun nods and wordlessly orders Asher to push himself up the bed, ending with his head on the pillows just as Byung-hun starts to kiss him. It’s a deep, intense kiss that has Asher letting out a bit of a confused yelp as his hands move to squeeze Byung-hun’s arms.
Byung-hun flexes, letting Asher feel the power in his arms for a bit before moving to catch and pin both his hands above his head without breaking the kiss. Asher’s body tenses, pulls tentatively against Byung-hun’s grip. There’s nothing he can really do against Byung-hun’s strength.
The larger man breaks the kiss and opens his eyes to find Asher looking at him like he’s just seeing him for the first time.
“You weren’t kidding when you said I wasn’t walking out of here,” he says, flat.
Byung-hun grins, sheepish. “I did try to warn you.”
Asher nods and moans as Byung-hun grinds his hips down towards him. The smaller man’s hips push up and he bites his lip as he gets a feel of Byung-hun’s hardening cock inside his gym shorts.
“Fair,” he says, voice a little higher than before. The desperate sound is pretty enough that Byung-hun can’t help but kiss him again, swallow that and the next needy moan that comes from him. His large hand immediately moves down and under Asher’s oversize hoodie and the tight t-shirt underneath.
The skin is soft, and Byung-hun feels like he can grab and squeeze most of Asher’s waist with just one hand. The smaller man inhales sharply, squirms in Byung-hun’s hold, trying to pull his hands free.
Byung-hun breaks the kiss, just in case Asher wants him to let go. Asher chases after his lips and Byung-hun dives back into, his tongue invading Asher’s mouth and cutting short one of his moans. He presses himself down, just to feel how small Asher is under him and show the smaller guy a new way to feel breathless. Asher groans, his body pressing up as much as he can against Byung-hun’s mass.
He doesn’t want to be too hasty and tear Asher’s clothes off like he’s done with others. He brings his hand out, kneels on top of Asher and proceeds to get him naked. The smaller man doesn’t have to do much while Byung-hun unwraps his body like a gift he got for himself.
Asher’s skin is tan, soft, and a little hairy. His cock is framed by dark pubes and there’s a small trail of hair leading up and a little past his belly button. His legs are smooth, except for his calves, and it’s unmarked except for a birthmark just above his right buttock and the countless bruises he’ll have a few hours from now.
Byung-hun pushes him back towards the bed, face-up and pulls off his tank top in one swift motion. Asher immediately goes to try and grab his hairy pecs but Byung-hun catches his hands and pins them back above his head once again. Asher whines but before he can complain he has Byung-hun’s tongue inside his mouth once again.
It’s always like this. The guy or girl gets little room for argument as Byung-hun explores his body, learns what parts cause moans, squirms, or little shocked sounds of “I didn’t know that could feel so good.” Every body was like a new musical instrument, and Byung-hun was an eager student of how to make this particular one sing.
“Aaah,” Asher said, head rolling back as Byung-hun’s tongue found a particularly sensitive spot where his shoulder met his neck. “Aaah!” The note went a bit higher as Byung-hun experimented with a light nip at that spot just as his hand squeezed Asher’s thigh.
Byung-hun could feel his own hard cock in his pants, rubbing against Asher’s smaller erection. He’d been told several times about how above average his cock was, but he didn’t think much of it. This was his cock, after all, and all it means is that he had to take special care and some of his copious precum to make sure his partner was well lubricated before fucking him.
Speaking of his copious precum, Byung-hun realized he needed to lose the shorts and underwear before the musk of it would be impossible to wash off. He pushed himself off the bed, leaving Asher panting and surprised at the sudden freedom. Every item of clothing was carefully thrown to a pile next to his bed, right next to where he had placed Asher’s.
No need to make too much of a mess.
Asher was just managing to prop himself up on his elbows to look over at Byung-hun when the larger man easily grabbed hold of his hips and turned him around to have him face down on his bed. The quick motion made Asher try to hold on to the comforter and pull it halfway towards him as the larger man once again pulled his ass up and was met with a clean, tight asshole to begin prepping for his hard cock.
Asher moaned long and loud as Byung-hun’s thick tongue first made contact with his hole. He whined as Byung-hun pressed forward and started to tease it with firm circular motions.
Eyes closed, Byung-hun savored the way his tongue on Asher’s ass caused the smaller man’s legs to shake involuntarily or his hips to push up, asking for more. Asher tried and failed to say stuff, curse words or who knows what else. Byung-hun paid him no mind, he was used to his sex partner’s train of thought being completely lost when he got busy having his way with them.
He didn’t realize he was lifting Asher until the smaller man let out a yelp that was half confusion and half amazement. Opening his eyes, Byung-hun realized he had Asher’s body half off the bed, his small hands holding on to the comforter below like they could keep him grounded.
The weight of Asher in his hands made Byung-hun’s cock twitch. He tested his strength by placing one hand on Asher’s chest and the other one on his crotch, lifting him like he was some sort of ram’s horn and Byung-hun was about to use him to announce his approach to a new land. Asher yelled out as he was suddenly made to float, his hands scrambling to find something to hold on to.
Byung-hun pulled him closer as he pushed his tongue to penetrate him for the first time. Asher yelled out beautifully. A long, wanton sound of pure bliss.
Part of him wanted to keep Asher off any surface. Kneel on the bed, hold his legs up, and bring Asher down to impale him on his cock ever so slowly. He knew that his cock could be a little much at first, so instead he placed Asher back down on the bed, on all fours. When he moved his hands to place them on either side of Asher’s head he realized the one that had been on Asher’s crotch was now sticky.
“Did you come already?” Byung-hun asked, curious. He moved to cover Asher’s body with his own, ending with his mouth just on Asher’s ear as his chest made Asher’s back tremble.
“That was the fucking hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Asher answered, quickly. He pushed his ass up to Byung-hun’s erection, groaning at the feel of the thick shaft between his cheeks.
“Oh my god.” Asher’s voice was reverent. Byung-hun assumed he had just gotten a compliment on his cock.
“I know. It’s big. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
Asher laughed, high pitched enough for him to sound like he was losing his mind. The sound was cut off when Byung-hun dragged his cock long and slow against his ass, ending in a whimper.
“Condom?” Asher asked, small. Byung-hun nodded. He reached for the rubber on his nightstand drawer and then knelt above Asher as he opened the package. He kept a steady tease of Asher’s ass with his shaft, making the smaller man whimper with the promise of his length and girth. Once sheathed, he squeezed Asher down onto his bed with his much larger torso, using some of his own precum that had pooled on Asher’s back to lubricate himself.
“I’ll go slow,” Byung-hun said, pulling his hips back so his cockhead could tease Asher’s hole. The smaller man nodded, frantically, which felt more like a plea than an agreement.
“Fu-” the swear died on Asher’s lips. Byung-hun only pushed enough to hint at what was to come. He repeated the motion once, twice, thrice. Making Asher’s ass slowly open and the smaller man give broken moans under him. He could feel Asher relax under him. His smaller frame went pliant as Byung-hun’s harder abs and pecs pushed him down, trapped and loving it.
“Fuck!” the full swear word came out when Byung-hun finally pushed in. The familiar feel of his cock being gripped made the larger man exhale hard. Like he had just done the first rep of a promising workout. He remained still for a second before pulling out a millimeter and then pushing in another half an inch.
Asher’s moan became a whimper and his hands scrambled for a second before Byung-hun once again caught them and pinned him fully down, pushing in until half his cock was inside. Whatever Asher said was now being swallowed by the comforter as Byung-hun used his other hand to press his head down. He just needed to get this first fuck out, and then he’d make sure to give Asher a little rest before the second one.
The next small thrust was made promising by Asher’s tiniest attempt to push his hips up. Byung-hun closed his eyes and focused on how Asher’s walls massaged his cock, and how Asher’s hands squeezed his like a lifeline.
He began a slow, steady rhythm, giving a little more of his cock to Asher’s ass with each passing second. Asher moaned long and loud, the muffled sound giving Byung-hun a good cue of when it was best for him to pull back a little and then push forward. The sheen of sweat on Asher’s back was also a thing of beauty.
Not that Byung-hun was anywhere close to sweating.
Byung-hun gave one slight, satisfied grunt as he finally sheathed himself fully inside Asher. Asher’s answering moan was ecstatic, and Byung-hun pulled the smaller man’s head up just to be able to hear the end of it.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Asher groaned before Byung-hun could ask if he was ready for more. “Don’t ever stop.”
Byung-hun grinned and pulled out slowly before pushing back in, the full force of his hips pushing Asher against the mattress. A whine turned into a “yes!” as Byung-hun began repeating the motion, setting a pace that allowed him to fully enjoy the way Asher’s ass squeezed his cock.
The moans from Asher became as rhythmic as Byung-hun’s thrusts. The larger man closed his eyes, one hand on the back of Asher’s neck, the other holding his hands, as his hips pistoned in and out to a precise beat. Byung-hun wasn’t one to lose control, even when he felt his orgasm approaching.
Another broken moan from Asher and a violent shake of his hips and legs made it clear he had come untouched a second time. Byung-hun assumed the little guy would need a rest soon, so he increased his rhythm just a touch, moved the hand on Asher’s neck to squeeze his slender waist, and began working on his first orgasm of the night.
When he came, it was with a deep, controlled grunt. More the sound of a man who was just done with a first set than one that was currently spilling a healthy dose of cum inside another. He breathed in, long and satisfied, as he felt his cock spurt inside Asher a few more times, and then exhaled as he patted Asher’s side appreciatively.
“That was nice,” Byung-hun said, thrusting slowly inside Asher. “Are you okay?”
Asher nodded quickly and squeezed on Byung-hun’s hands. The larger man let go and pulled out slowly, holding on to the base of the condom and causing Asher to hiss at the loss of warmth and huge cock inside him.
“Are you hungry now?” Byung-hun asked, standing and absent-mindedly scratching at his hairy abs as he carefully unwrapped his cock to tie off the condom. “I’ll get you some water. We can have dinner now. Or after another round.”
Asher made a noise that was half disbelief and half excitement. He brought his face out from Byung-hun’s bed like he was surfacing for air. Byung-hun watched him, waiting for an answer.
“Need a moment,” he said, “Also, water, yes. No dinner for now.”
Byung-hun nodded. Asher looked at him, his eyes roaming down from his face to his still half-hard cock.
“Jesus, how lucky can one person get?” He said, exhaling softly, the same disbelief in his voice.
“It’s not luck, it’s genetics and discipline,” Byung-hun answered, flat. He’d like it if more people appreciated the hard work he put on his body and not just his cock.
Asher laughed. “I meant me,” he said. “Getting hit on by the biggest Korean muscle god I’ve ever seen and finding out he just happens to be a sex god, too.”
Byung-hun blushed a little at the compliment, happy his size had been acknowledged, then shrugged. He never knew what to make of people calling him a sex god. He fucked the way he liked to fuck. He made sure his partner was enjoying themselves. He fucked until his partner asked him to stop.
He looked at Asher, flushed and breathing like he had just run a mile, and remembered about the water. He quickly went to his small kitchen, got two glasses, and walked back to the bedroom. Asher moved aside to make room for him, and Byung-hun grinned at the well placed hand shaped bruise on his hip.
“Thanks,” Asher said, grinning softly and taking the glass from Byung-hun. The larger man waited for him to take some gulps before taking the glass again and setting both on the nightstand.
Byung-hun got on the bed, letting Asher pull himself up to lay his head on his chest and wrap his arms around him. It was intimate in a way none of these encounters had been before. Most of the time, the other person excused themselves or begged for more.
“Can we do missionary next?” Asher asked. “God, I need to see you on top of me. These pecs are insane.”
Byung-hun flexed his chest, grinning. He nodded.
“Also, I’m giving you my number. Do you want my number? I’m almost never on the subway at this time. Today the boss asked us to stay to finish some work in that way that means we were expected to stay or consequences. All because the project managers overpromised and undercharged. Again. At least the new office chairs are good. Sitting tomorrow is going to be-”
Byung-hun pulled Asher up to kiss him. There was just something about having him laying on his chest after having been overwhelmed on his cock and talking casually that made him want to claim those lips. Asher answered the intensity of Byung-hun’s kiss with his own, wrapping his arms as well as he could around Byung-hun’s body to feel as much of it as he could.
Byung-hun ended the kiss, Asher again took a deep breath.
“You said I could stay the night?” he asked.
Byung-hun nodded.
“Good,” he said, pushing himself up to straddle Byung-hun’s waist and letting out an excited sigh at feeling Byung-hun’s cock, once again hard and ready, hit his back. “I’m staying.”
Byung-hun nodded again and pulled him down for another kiss. He didn’t need to ask for how long Asher planned to stay. He was okay with whatever answer.
I didn’t expect much from the small suburban pocket I moved into after my job approved the transfer. It felt more than a little unfair, to be honest. The whole point of me getting a job at this company was to work downtown in a city with the most popular bars and restaurants nationwide.
Now, however, I was moving the little belongings I had in my sixth floor studio apartment into a two story house and noticing how empty it looked. I walked back out to small white van my brother had lent for the move, giving myself a fake excuse that I was just checking to see if there was anything left in it. There obviously wasn’t.
It was a Friday afternoon, so I was looking forward to a very uneventful weekend finding out how little there was to do in the areas near my new home. I had driven by new office on the way here and it was, of course, nothing like the imposing building back in the city. It felt like I had just gotten a promotion and pay increase to be bored.
As I walked out, the sun felt like it had grown several degrees hotter. My shirt was suddenly a conscious weight on my body. Every inch of fabric felt uncomfortably hot on my body.
I looked around. The cul-de-sac was empty and quiet. The three other houses around me felt almost empty, even if their lawns were perfectly manicured.
I could see myself in the reflection on the window of my brother’s small van. Unassuming. Average. Mid. Without the fancy job at the fancy building in the fancy city, there was not much of me to see. I grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up in a swift move. So maybe the neighbors would see me. Who cares?
The second I lost sight of myself, everything changed. The shirtless man in the reflection was someone entirely different.
My face had both lost years of age and gotten the piercing gaze and square jaw of a man who knows how to get what he wants, easily. I’d have been too shy to approach a man like this, no matter where he was, but standing in the middle of his lawn, shirtless, showing off a sculpted physique like no fitness influencer could build, I would’ve been helpless.
My traps sloped down to my shoulders, which were just as round and enticing as my arms. I was suddenly aware of my posture, which pushed my chest outwards in a way it hadn’t when I was wearing my shirt just a second ago. My stomach was flat, but I knew I only needed to take care of my diet to take myself to the beach with a impressive six pack.
It all happened so suddenly I didn’t have time to fight it. One moment I was a recently moved in guy, ready to bore myself to death in this town, the next I was Gabriel.
Gabriel was a big deal in this town.
My neighbors joked about my “allergy” to keeping my shirt on. People around town waved as they saw me drive by on my red pick up truck, the one parked behind my brother’s van. Why was that goofy thing parked in front of my house, anyway?
Whatever, it was a Friday afternoon. I needed to go to the gym, pump up, and get ready for a night at the local bar plowing a lucky guy or two. There would be plenty of opportunities to pick up guys and girls on the weekend, too. The new boss at the office will want to ride my 9 incher often. Probably the only reason I got hired.
I got on my pick up truck and drove off.
Somewhere in the other side of town, his new boss grinned at a successful transformation.
Jerry wasn’t a rough and tumble kind of guy, even if he looked the part. He worked at the ranch because he enjoyed nature, being close to animals, and the idea of being part of a cycle that fed his community and even far away places. He enjoyed feeling tired after a long day, and washing whatever dirt he had on him with warm water and a fancy rose scented soap he got from a shop downtown.
He didn’t mind the looks or advances he got from people that saw his strength and mistook it for masculinity. Yeah, he wasn’t particularly flamboyant, but he knew what he wanted: an even stronger guy to meet at the end of a long day. A guy he could pamper, take care of, and who could make all of his worries go away with a tight embrace.
He wasn’t in a hurry to find him. He was young, kept busy, and had a great time with his friends going out on weekends to dance and then hit a diner before heading back home.
It was during one of those outings that he met Dwayne.
Jerry didn’t even notice him at first. Walked past him on the street on their way to the diner. Then, he heard his deep voice.
“That’s a nice smell on you.”
Jerry turned around. The guy was wearing a dark button down and baseball cap with the team of a neighboring school. Broad shouldered, but relaxed. Like he knew he could catch whatever it was that was about to be thrown at him.
Jerry smiled. He liked the smell of roses on him, but often people said it didn’t quite fit him.
“Thanks,” he answered, hearing his friends walk on without him.
“Name’s Dwayne.” He took a couple of steps forward. He wasn’t much taller than Jerry, but the energy he exuded was casually dominant. “Yours?”
“Jerry.”
“Pretty name,” Dwayne said. “You think your friends would miss you if I took you to dinner?”
Jerry looked back and saw that his trio of friends were now turned to look at them. Jerry waved at them and they smiled knowingly before waving back. They kept on walking.
“I think my friends are going to be okay without me,” Jerry said. He stood in front of Dwayne and grinned, touching his shoulders lightly.
“Are you as strong as you look?”
Dwayne grinned. “Stronger.”
Jerry rolled his eyes. “Right.”
Dwayne’s grin widened. “Try me.”
Jerry hesitated only for a moment before jumping to wrap his legs around Dwayne. The guy easily shifted his stance to balance them. One hand landed on Jerry’s waist, the other on his ass, holding him up.
There was no show of effort from him.
“Easy,” Dwayne said. “Could carry you all day.”
Jerry blushed, looked down from Dwayne’s chest up to his smug face.
“How much muscle are you hiding under these clothes?”
“Plenty,” Dwayne answered. “And it’s hungry, too. Now how about that-”
Jerry shut him up with a kiss. Dwayne responded just as eagerly. When it ended, Jerry looked like he was the one carrying Dwayne.
“Maybe we can skip dinner,” Dwayne suggested.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Jerry said. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
I mean, I had no clue my boyfriend was a werewolf until he told me which everyone keeps acting like it was obvious. I just thought he was really hairy and strong and that 437 pounds was just normal for a bodybuilder, y'know? That's not too far out of the normal range is it?
Maybe the times where he would growl could've tipped me off... or the fact that he'd only seem to eat meat that was barely cooked... or the fact that he'd be busy one night every month and his truck would be haphazardly parked outside of the woods-- Ok, Look. It all seems really obvious in hindsight but that wouldn't be anyone else's first thought either.
If I'm being honest, I don't think I would've ever figured it out without him telling me, which is a good thing. If I had known earlier that there was a pack of werewolves in town that mostly consisted of huge hunky guys, I would've been insufferable.
When he was hired, he thought he would never fit in with the aggro, over muscled and tattooed men the company employed. In fact, he was quite puzzled that he had even been considered for the position.
Yes, of course he wanted to be one of them, but when he applied for the job he thought they'd give him one look and ask him to leave. Now, he just hoped his lanky, short frame wouldn't catch him too much flak with his new workmates.
Quite the opposite, every single tall, muscular man in the building welcomed him with open arms, strong pats on the back, and fist bumps. By lunch time he felt like the strong squeezes on his arm didn't hurt as much, and when he came back to his cubicle he thought he'd enjoy getting even more ink.
(When did he get this ink?)
By the end of the day he felt inches taller and pounds heavier than when he walked in. The guys reminded him they were all going to the nearby company owned gym afterwards for chest day and sauna.
He didn't know why he ever doubted if he would be accepted in the first place.
What got you into liking size stuff?
I guess jus the idea of large massive men towering over me. I can't remember like one giant in particular but I could imagine myself being surrouned by larger-than-life muscular men when I was younger and I loved the idea.
Favorite size piece/story media?
Anything where a guy ends up hugging a giant's biceps. Or where a tiny guy hugs a normal guy's biceps.
Favorite size for characters to be?
Average sized small guy and giant guy being from 7 to 9 feet tall unless I'm really leaning into that "I'm the size of his pec" mentality for some reason.
If you would self-insert into some size fiction media, which one would it be?
This one. Or something like Justin (the bigger the better) but I end up being the growing guy's age appropriate bf. Also, he becomes a gentle giant.
Gentle, cruel or mix?
Gentle. I do like the bully-to-bf trope sometimes. Cocky showing off that borders on teasing or even humilliation is okay (sometimes), too. When I'm leaning towards "cruel" is more indefference or condescending, not physical harm.
Aware or unaware?
Aware. What's even the point otherwise?
Favorite size dynamic trope?
Gentle giant that dotes over his smaller/tiny bf, especially if the bf was somehow responsible in helping the giant grow.
What you DON'T like on size fiction media?
Cruelty, gore, vore... so, yeah, I usually tread with caution when exploring these spaces.
Recommend some good content creators you love to follow!
Off the top of my head: The KMLV, aboyx99giant, and theTibt. (not all cruelty-free creators, I fear I must warn)
Favorite random mainstream size moment?
Not outside of muscle growth scenes.
Any size game do you like?
Can't think of any...
What does the size community need to have even MORE?
Trigger warnings. Especially when it comes to vore.
Thoughts on how this type of content makes you feel on your daily life?
It sometimes gets me thinking of how the world would look if tinies/giants were to exist side by side.
Sure, you can have your deliveries sent by car but they won't get to you as fast and you'd miss out on the chance of having one of our delivery men flex his newly pumped legs.
"The best part is taking some cute nerd out of the convention hall and lift up a car or truck just to show off that their full fantasy is about to become a reality. No one worships muscle like a nerd who knows he's touching a real superhero."
