Mr. Hexum's Birthday Cake
After a series of polls, Mr. Hexum receives a birthday cake with the transformations chosen by his followers. How will he feel now that the tables have turned on him?
The previous ten days ten pastries were delivered (and an unexpected extra one). Diverse transformations inflicted on the ones who claimed these delicious pastries. All thanks to the magic of a Hexer, who's birthday had finally arrived. As all prior claimants, now he'd be transformed too.
And so I was waiting at my office. Although I had given my blessing to getting transformed, I didn't know what the followers of this Tumblr blog had chosen. After all, I mostly was there to make the magic possible. One of my assistants was in charge of handling the polls that would decide my celebratory fate.
The cake reserved for me was going to be a surprise, of my favorite kind: life changing.
I was warned there would be three transformations. It could have been two, or it could have been four, at one point. But the public made their opinions heard, and three was the lucky number.
There was no time to waste. I was ready to experience what had been chosen by them.
The cake didn't need to be delivered, as it was made in house. Thus, it merely appeared in front of me while I was busy doing something else. Nothing that was important or necessary to share at present. I abandoned said activity as soon as the cake made an act of presence, for this had gained all my attention.
It was on my desk. Decorated to perfection, as it was to be expected from my pastry shop. Twenty seven candles already lightened up. With a smile, I blew off the candles. I had no need to make a wish, but I did make one.
To continue using my magic on the years to come...
I made a plate appear, and cut a slice for myself. This was the moment of truth. It was insanely fun to imagine the infinite transformations possibilities. I was ready to become anyone or anything. I was prepared for many specific changes, some more bizarre than others. What could have my readers chosen? I didn't have the gift of foresight, and it was more fun to guess anyway.
There was no need to wonder any longer.
I took a bite. The taste was mind blowing. I closed my eyes, taking my time to taste the exquisite sweetness. The sugar was on point. The cake was moist, melting so easily in the mouth. A combination of flavors so well planned I had to pat my own back for the recipe. Maybe I should consider making the pastry shop a permanent thing… Just to enjoy this kind of treats more often. Although, the store was perhaps more all the more special thanks to its exclusive nature.
Once I finished the slice, first thing to change was my environment.
I wasn't on my office anymore. Rather, on a bedroom. Seemingly belonging to a cabin. The ceiling and walls appeared to be made out of wood, at the least. Instead of being sitting, as I had been previously, now I was laying in bed. A phone on my hands. Old, for the looks of it. The screen was cracked at one corner.
"Interesting," I said, looking down at myself after putting the phone by my side. Over the sheets.
Changes had yet to start. But before I could say anything, it began. My suit began to simplify in front of my eyes. Shoes were off, made into sneakers and left next to the bed. My dress sock, formal and with suspenders, began to thicken and turn white. Until they were white sport socks. Comfortable, but casual.
My pants turned gray. Not longer part of a suit, but rather simple, unremarkable sweatpants. My buttoned shirt and jacket shifted into a simple white t-shirt. Cotton, from how it felt.
Overall, I looked like I was just chilling on my own room. Instead of keeping my traditionally professional appearance. Perhaps an appropriate gift for a birthday. Everyone wanted to rest more nowadays.
I didn't have much time to inspect my new clothes, however. As I predicted, my transformation wouldn't stop at merely an outfit change. Wouldn't that have been underwhelming for all of us? I was expecting much more. And I'm sure my readers wouldn't have voted for such a limited and lame use of my powers.
My body didn't shift on an obvious way, not at first anyway. Although I did feel heavier, I wasn't turning overly muscular nor fat. I did fill these new clothes more than I used to, however. Just not in the way I normally transformed someone. Rather, it felt more like the natural gaining of mass most get with age, rather than a significant change of my physique. The first real difference was a slight bother on my back, a soft pain that I wasn't very familiar with. The kind of pain that most older individuals end up feeling thanks to their age.
Albeit I was already a hairy man, I could feel some itchiness on my chest, distracting me from the back pain. Raising the neck line of my new shirt, I saw dark hair filling my torso. Hirsute, full, curly. Going over my chest, and then descending, narrower, until joining the treasure trail. Some of the hairs, only a few of them, lightened, turning silver. Showing that my body truly was aging in record time.
My hands, now close to my face, were also transforming. Normally long and slender, they began to thicken. Turned into meaty paws. Calloused palms and fingers. The hands of man who used his hand to work, and did so from years on end.
Memories of building furniture; of building the cabin I found myself at; and of using these hands for all sorts of manual labor filled my brain. Rough, powerful hands. Sausage fingers, nails that were harshly cut on a clumsy straight line. Bare minimum maintenance, if you will.
Veins grew prominent too, over the back of my hand. Some faint wrinkles showed too. Minimal, only really visible while up close. But there.
I didn't muse much about this obvious aging. Distracted by a sudden itching on my face, I touched it, feeling my beard growing underneath my digits. It was already full, but I had really short stubble this morning. Now it was growing to what it felt like a proper short beard. Too long to be called stubble anymore.
"Well, ain't that something," I said. The sound was rumbly, deeper than usual. More fatherly, in a way. Definitely older. Yet comforting.
It was the kind of voice that made loved ones feel safe, and enemies feel threatened.
I took the phone again. Curious about what I looked like now. Even if the phone was old, with a cracked screen, it had to have a camera. That was the standard, wasn't it? And this phone was still recent enough for a touchscreen. Realistically, I shouldn't have any issues using it...
Frowning, I realized I struggled to read the screen. Not because of the language or because my intelligence had been reduced without me noticing. But rather because everything was blurry.
"What?" I said. Angling the phone thinking that would allow me to read what it said better.
No dice. Although it did make me feel old, so perhaps that was part of the transformation too.
No complain had time to leave my lips after that thought, however. For then reading glasses appeared over my face, turning the indistinct images of the screen completely clear. Making finding the camera app a lot easier.
I still struggled more than usual. Apparently some of my expertise using technology was gone. Of course, it may also be that my fingers felt like the were twice as thick as normal.
At last, a selfie:
I was a handsome dad, wasn't I?
Quite literally so. Not only was I older by fifteen years—making me forty two—, I could also recall I was a father of two. Divorced, coming out as gay after about a decade of marriage. The two boys I had now fathered were still relatively young. The oldest was twelve, and the youngest six.
Currently, they were at their mom's. My ex wife. We we're still friends apparently. They all would visit later. Even though I had become someone else, it was still my birthday while in this body. I stood up, finally. Transformation or not, I had to get ready for the events of the day. The house wasn't ready to receive my new family, and that wouldn't get done on its own.
Yet becoming a daddy was only the first shift that had been promised to me. The second began at the worst possible moment. As I was about to leave the bedroom, I grew around half a foot on a singular instant. Which caused me to hit my head on the door frame unexpectedly.
I fell on my ass, rubbing my forehead, a bit shocked despite figuring out what had happened the second it ocurred. I couldn't help but laugh. Before this I had kept my height. I was decently tall, for the most past. Yet, thanks to the last change, I was now positively towering. In a way that would make me struggle to fit on any public transport anywhere in the world. A welcome change, of course. Who didn't love being huge? Plus, magic allowed me to skip bothersome things as flying a plane.
I stood up, almost losing my balance at first. Unused to having even longer limbs. I could tell I was significantly taller. Perhaps slightly more than I had originally estimated. I had to be around 6'7". Around seven inches over my regular height.
Undeterred by this comical shift, I leaned down this time to not hit my head as I left the room.
However, whatever intention I had of being responsible flew away once I realized the kind of view that was waiting outside.
Not because the view was full of green splendor. No. But the dry mountains had a magnificent kind of beauty that deserved its own kind of admiration. They were monumental, a remnant of a past lost to human eyes. And yet, they were still witnessing of our present. How couldn't I feel their appeal? How could I remain indifferent to their presence?
I put on a cap to protect my face from the morning sun, and left the cabin where I now lived. It was technically connected to civilization through a road as well as services such as water, electricity and internet; but in practical terms, when it came to human contact, I was alone in the wilderness.
A fresh breeze caressed my older face as I stepped outside. I breathed deeply, enjoying the smell of nature. Cool, earthy. I closed my eyes . Long arms extending out.
A wild whim struck me then. I should undress. Become one with nature, if not for a moment.
And so I did. I began with the socks. On the wake of the fabric leaving each foot, I was able to see my feet transform. They were already bigger than earlier, thanks to my enhanced height and the understandable adaptations of my physique because of it. But now? My feet were also wider. And were growing longer still, more than they already were. I knew that any shoes I wore would be huge. Like clown shoes. I'll need a specialty store any time I wanted a new pair...
There was something exciting about that.
Then I took off my gray sweatpants. To my surprise I was wearing underwear underneath. Black briefs. For some reason I was expecting to be met with nothing. Perhaps this daddy didn't enjoy going commando while staying home alone. Who knew?
As I was taking off the sweatpants, my legs grew heavier. Thighs thicker, enough so that they would always rub each other if I kept my legs even slightly together. They were so huge. Not only because I was so tall now, but because they're were so girthy. Filled with dense muscle.
Calves followed suit. Thick diamonds of muscle. Probably had an easy time getting this big. After all, being this big and heavy was a constant workout by itself.
Next I took off the white shirt. I did have abs, but my abundant hair hid most of the definition. As I kept taking off the t-shirt, I could feel my pecs growing. They were heavy, combining abundant muscle and some fat to create pillowy pieces of flesh.
I could remember my children using them as pillows when they took a nap. They always said I was so comfortable… And i felt so in peace from them sleeping over me: I was big and strong enough to protect them.
The black briefs were the last article of clothing, other than the cap on my head. Excited to see what this body was packing, I lowered the briefs down my legs. My thighs truly felt like tree trunks. They were bigger than some people's waists! The perfect kind of legs, if you were to ask me...
Waiting for me was my normal cock. Without any of the magic changes I normally like to apply to it. This didn't last long. Whatever magic was working, it wanted to operate on a blank canvas.
Smiling with perverse fascination, I saw my cock shrink. It was a ridiculous and arousing sight. I was getting hard from how much it was shrinking. My body was so huge, yet my cock was getting smaller and smaller. And regardless of what size it was actually shrinking into, it would always look even smaller. Because the surrounding body was just so big...
It shrank until it was only two inches hard.
I passed my finger from base to tip. It made me squirm. How sensitive it was! And so beautiful. The perfect cock for me: tiny, but girthy and uncut. I've never ambitioned a huge hog. When you have magic, those come a dime a dozen. Small cocks, however? An exquisite but rare taste. I was utterly obsessed with them.
Of course, that didn't mean I was opposed to big cocks. On the contrary, huge dicks were necessary. There wasn't any other better way of showing how small a cock truly was than comparing it with a huge one. I couldn't wait to do that with my new equipment.
Wind distracted me. I used the briefs I was still holding to cover myself. Had someone seen me? Were I still merely Mr. Hexum instead of this guy, I wouldn't have minded. But now I was a father, so I had to seem like a proper and decent person to the public. Of course, I was in private property, but you never know these days. With how attractive I was now, I wouldn't be surprised someone was acting like a voyeur...
Feeling silly, as clearly there wasn't anyone around watching, I felt how my ass cheeks were finishing to change. I had missed most of the transformation on my needless panic. My ass had ballooned into a beautiful bubbly butt. Maybe not as prominent as I would normally make them, but very nice indeed. And as long as I lived inside this body, I could always make it grow. There were some workouts that…
Something was wrong.
I hadn't intended to throw the underwear yet alongside the rest of my clothes. But I did. Looking down at my hands, as if they could answer me, I wondered what this could mean. Normally I had perfect control over my flesh. So something was happening that was stealing my dominion over my own body.
Remember… Three transformations…
Oh, indeed. I had become a daddy. And now I was clearly also a jock. I hadn't gotten any younger, after all, so those two transformations had combined into one. I was a muscle daddy in every aspect.
But… what was the third transformation? I had given certain choices for followers to vote for. I do remember that. And some of this made more sense together than others… The options weren't necessarily limitless, but there was a great deal of possible fates to consider.
And so little time to be able to guess before it took place.
Truly, I couldn't guess what my transformation would be. I only knew it was going to happen soon. Whether I wanted it or not.
"Relax, bro. Promise ya it'll be sooo nice…" I said. Only that it wasn't me. My mouth had moved on its own. Without my input. "Just relax. You'll have so much fun, bro..."
I gasped, only to suddenly feel blind. Nothing made sense for a second, but I felt like I was being stretched and thrown around. As if I had become a little piece of clay for a kid go to play with. Thrown left and right. Yet constantly going down. Narrowed and stretched wide. Before settling down.
For a moment I felt hairs all over me. The scent of sweat coming from what felt like my face yet it wasn't a face at all.
Was that a bicep in front of me? A huge hand came over, and began to scratch me. I could feel the nails all over me. Rough, but somehow satisfying.
"That ain't your place, bro. Keep going," my former self said. I could hear his mouth forming a smile.
I wasn't able to protest. I didn't have a mouth to control.
Everything turned black again. Once more, I felt like I was being compressed. Moving without any will of my own. Were I a normal human, perhaps I would have tried to resist. But knowing I was a Hexer, and one of great repute, I also knew I didn't have anything to worry about.
I may not be able to get away from this bizarre situation immediately, but I wouldn't be a prisoner of my own magic forever. I had gotten away from worse situations in the past.
Then, light! I was suddenly able to see again. And my form had settled on a stable shape at last.
I was way too low. Too close to the ground. A height I hadn't been since I was a child, at the very least. It felt bizarre. Probably because I couldn't move at my leisure.
"Hello, little guy! Hope you like the view!" my former face said, looking down at me. "This will last for at least a month, or so my new brain tells me. It'll be nice to be in control for that long. Hope you enjoy being your own cock, bro."
Ah, so that's what I was. That's what my readers wanted me to become.
That also explained why my intellect had remained intact. No need to dumb me down if my own cock is the one controlling my brain.
I couldn't move. Not at will. And my body was too short to have much flexibility. I was soft now. But, as I knew it was going to be the case, my size didn't allow me to hang. Were I just a bit longer, I may had been able of some minimal movement.
Now? I was stuck as a little cocklet, always pointing ahead.
At least I had a nice view. My former cock, now in control of the body, rose his arms as he stared at the landscape in front of us. The breeze caressing our naked flesh on a way that made me shrink further. The coolness of the touch triumphed over the peace it gave me.
"It's a bit cold here. And we do have a busy day, don't we, bro? But since it's our birthday, I should give you my gift before I take care of our... Um... Tasks," my body said, patting me fondly. "You'll enjoy it. I always do."
He took the clothes from the ground, and went back inside. Without any restriction or support coming from clothing, I was forced to bounce with each step he gave. They felt like stomps. Heavy and serious. While I was powerless to do anything but be carried. Merely part of the body that used to be mine.
Body I barely got to enjoy as myself. I was now the tool for pleasure, and little else.
He threw himself on the bed, once he was inside the bedroom. Which was terrifying! I felt like I was flying, looking at his legs up in the air. Then feeling the impact of his huge body on the mattress. Each subtle bounce feeling like an earthquake given my current miniscule size.
But I had little time to worry about that, for soon I felt his warm thick fingers touching me. His right index and thumb around my base, while the left index was playing with my foreskin. Caressing the sensitive skin underneath the cover.
It made me squirm. Made me leak a bit from my slit.
Blood began to flow inside of me. I had no control over it. I didn't care. The feeling was incredible. My soft body was hardening under his grip and horny machinations. Pampering me with the rough and calloused touch from his hands.
"That's nice. All hard. You really like me small, huh? Every chance you get you make me small, and yourself big. Only fair we flip things around this time, don't you think?" he said, his voice make me vibrate slightly. It was so deep and rumbly...
I couldn't reply. But I throbbed as a form of agreement. Most of the time, when I transformed myself for my own enjoyment, I made myself a huge man. Either tall, or extremely muscular. Often both. I also always took the chance to shrink my cock, however. Never thought, until now, my cock may have an opinion on the subject too.
Still, I wouldn't be able to complain if I were always in its place. Being this small was so arousing… It made me so much sensitive to his touch. His hands felt so gigantic too. His palm could envelope me into darkness so easily, and I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.
His index and thumb had continued stroking my penile body all this while. And I could feel we were close. Unlike most times, our united lust was working on both of us. He could feel my own excitement, while I felt his.
Cumming was imminent. Neither of us would have been able to stop it. Could anyone ever stop a double orgasm?
With a final shudder, I felt cum shooting through my slit. Ropes of warm white going up in the air. His fingers didn't stop, but they slowed. Pleasure overriding his control. His breathing had come to a still before resuming with a deep groan, or perhaps a moan.
Relaxation struck us both. My mind was empty, too full of pleasure to think of much else… everything was white and… I feel so sleepy…
Soon, I was soft. Shrinking into myself. And, although I didn't have eyes anymore, I felt as if I was closing them. Falling asleep while stuck as my own cock.
I knew I was going to enjoy the next month a lot.
"Sleep well, bro. I'll take care of you, in the same way you did for me all these years…" My former cock, now controlling my body, said. His voice slow and comforting. "I'll show you how fun is to be me... We'll be very happy, bro... So happy..."
He patted me, as if I were a pet, and everything went black.
