Chapter 8: Changes

Chapter 8: Changes

The next weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Ben fucked me every day, usually more than once. We even got a strap-on harness and Ben let me fuck him with the dildo replica of my old cock. I enjoyed it, it made me feel a little bit like my old self. It added some variety to our love making, and Ben seemed to enjoy it too. Even so, most of the time I preferred getting fucked now. It’s funny, it took basically losing access to my cock, being unable to masturbate on my own, for me to be the most sexually satisfied I’ve ever been in my life.

Getting off regularly brought my sensitivity back down to manageable levels. I was still wearing the women’s underwear to prevent unnecessary rubbing, but it meant I could wear clothing again without losing my mind. I was even able to go back to working at the university, no need for **** “bathroom breaks” that only ended in frustration. When I got horny at work, I knew I’d be home in a few hours and Ben would be able to scratch that itch.

More than anything it let me focus on a task for more than ten minutes without my thoughts diverting to more carnal pursuits. I was basically back to my old self, mentally if not physically. In addition to reconnecting with my colleagues, and making progress on my thesis, it allowed me to make faster progress on the cave translations than ever before. In fact it only took another month for me to finish all the untranslated writing left in the cave recordings.

It wasn’t exactly the news I was hoping for. I took another week to go through everything again, hoping to find something that I’d missed. Eventually I was **** to admit that there wasn’t anything else, I’d uncovered every secret written in that cave, and there wasn’t a way back to what I was before. But there was more I still needed to tell Ben. I decided it was time to fill him in on the details.

Walking into the apartment I planned to tell Ben immediately, but this was a day where he was feeling particularly amorous. I don’t think I had a chance to get a single word out before Ben’s lips were all over mine. Even now, Ben had a way of causing a haze of lust to descend over my mind. Ben picked me up and stripped off my clothing one piece at a time as he carried me toward our bedroom as I kissed over every inch of his body that I could reach. It was only once he put me down on the bed that I could muster the will to ask him to stop.

“As much as I really, really, want this to continue, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” I said standing up off the bed and pacing in front of Ben.

I could see Ben’s face change from lust to seriousness, “Sure, what did you need to talk about?” He said sitting down on the edge of the bed. He’d never admit it, but he’d begun sitting down when I tried to talk to him so I wouldn’t have to look way up to make eye contact. He was very thoughtful, but tried not to make it a big deal.

“Well, I finished the translations the other day.”

Face lighting up with excitement, “Did you find a way to turn yourself back?”

“Not exactly,” I answered trying to keep the sadness from my voice, “but I did find something else important.”

“Whatever it is, we’re in this together.”

Taking solace from Ben’s conviction and support, I started to explain. “Well do you remember how you’re a warrior, and I became what I translated as a ‘companion’?” I waited for Ben’s nod before continuing. “Well it’s a little more than that. There’s no direct translation for the word they use for someone like me, and it goes a little bit more than just what is implied by companion. It’s more that I was made to complement you. I wasn’t just a source of masculinity to transfer into you. I’m a partner created to be everything you would want, and you became my ideal partner as well. When we were changed in that cave, we literally became made for each other.”

“Well I could have told you you were made for me, but then I would have meant it metaphorically.” Ben answered, still absorbing what I’d told him.

“There’s more to it than that.” I hesitated before getting to the crux of the matter. “Even after the cave we’re still linked by some of the energies of that place. Apparently it’s not nearly as powerful, but you can still make changes to mold me into a more ideal mate. All it takes is physical contact and mental focus from you. No major changes, like making me taller, but they weren’t very specific on what you could or couldn’t change.” I was having a little difficulty with the idea that I was basically made to be Ben’s plaything. That he could shape me to his whims. I turned away so Ben wouldn’t see the expression on my face.

Seeing that I was struggling I could hear Ben stand up off the bed before he embraced me from behind. Even flaccid I could feel his substantial member grind into my back as he hugged me. Ben wrapped his arms around my chest as he leaned down and nuzzled his chin into the top of my head. “Hey, it’s ok. This doesn’t change anything between us. Made for me or not, I love you. I w-“

I stopped listening once I felt a sensation I thought I never would again. I felt the same burning-freezing collapsing-exploding sensation I felt all that time ago in that cave when this all began. It wasn’t overwhelming and painful like it was in the cave, but certainly disconcerting. More importantly, the sensation was focused on my chest right under Ben’s arms.

Pulling out of his embrace I whipped around and angrily demanded, “What do you think you’re doing!?” Even as I yelled at Ben I was shocked to feel my chest jiggle and shake as I spun. Looking down I could see just how much my chest had been altered. I now had breasts. They weren’t large, probably an A-cup at most. While my chest wasn’t manly before, smooth and formless, now there was no mistaking, even as small as they were, that they were feminine breasts. Before I realized I’d done it, I had raised a hand and pressed it into my new boob. I was startled by the sensitivity of the soft flesh yielding under my hand and the sharp spike of pleasure from my enlarged girlish nipple.

As shocked as I was, looking up from my chest I looked at Ben’s face I could see he was stunned. He spent a moment staring at me open mouthed, before speaking almost panicked, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. I was thinking about what you said about changing you, how you didn’t know how much you could be changed. I was thinking about ways to test it, and the thought of you with huge boobs popped into my head. It was stupid and insensitive and I didn’t mean it.”

I believed what he was saying but I was more than a little hurt. “How could you do this to me? You know I’m having a tough time with losing my masculinity, and you give me boobs!? Just the idea that I’m some helpless plaything for you to shape into whatever you want! Do you have any idea how dehumanizing that is?”

“I can only imagine, and please believe me that I’m so so sorry. I’ll turn you back, I think I’ve got a better handle on how this works now. I can turn you back, but only If you trust me to. And I promise that this will never happen without your permission again.” I could see from the pained expression on his face that Ben was sick at what he’d done. His remorse was genuine and I did trust him.

With a nod, I said sternly, “Turn me back.”

Relief evident on his face, Ben reached out hesitantly towards my chest clasping each breast in the palm of his hands. He closed his eyes and I could see the focus evident in his creased brow. After a moment I felt the same unsettling sensation as my chest began to shift and shrink. Quickly I felt the tingling fade and Ben removed his hands.

Looking down I could see my chest had been restored, more or less, to what it had been minutes before. Prior to my most recent changes my chest had been smooth and almost entirely shapeless, now I actually had a little bit of muscular definition. I still wasn’t even close to what I had been before the cave, but my chest was now pleasingly toned making me look more masculine. Running a hand along my torso I felt pinpricks of pleasure from nipples that were still more sensitive. Looking up at Ben, I told him, “I think I’m more muscular than before, and my nipples are definitely still more sensitive.”

With a little horror in his voice Ben hurried to reply, “I can try again. I focused on how I remembered you looking, but I’ll keep trying until you’re completely happy.”

“No, I mean I kind of like it.” I said blushing. The idea that this more muscular and better looking version of myself was how Ben thought of me was more than a little flattering. That and the ideas my more sensitive nipples gave me, and their potential new roles in the bedroom was also somewhat enticing. Seeing the smile on my face I could see Ben visibly relax, tension draining from his shoulders. “If you still want to make it up to me, there’s one more thing you can do.”

“Anything!” Ben replied earnestly.

Even after everything we’d been through, I still found it embarrassing to talk about my next request. “I try not to let it bother me, but my new cock is… small. It makes it difficult to do some things. Like I can’t use a urinal in pubic, I’m too short to stick out the fly of my pants and aim. And besides all the functional issues, it’s hard to feel manly or attractive with a useless nub between my legs.” I realized I was rambling and my cheeks were crimson in embarrassment, so I started to rush to finish talking. “Do you think you could make me bigger… down there? I know it won’t be like before, but even an inch would make a big difference. I know it probably won’t work, but I’d appreciate it if you’d even try. I really-“

Grabbing my hand and interrupting me Ben said, “I love you just the way you are, I’d love you if you had a cock bigger than mine, and I’d love you if you didn’t have a cock at all, but if it will make you happy I’ll do my best. I’ll make it as big as I can.” He gave me an encouraging smile before he pulled me by my hand towards the bed before he sat down, grabbed me by the hips and positioned me standing in front of him. “Ready?” he asked looking me in the eye. Waiting for a nod from me he reached out and clasped my cocklet in his hand. Flaccid as it was he could only fit two fingers and his thumb on my tiny organ.

Ben closed his eyes and his brow furrowed in concentration. Seconds passed and I felt nothing. I realized I was holding my breath as time ticked by and I started to feel lightheaded. I exhaled suddenly and that was all it took to break the spell. Ben let his hand fall to his side, and I looked down already knowing what I would find. Without the tingling that accompanied alterations, all I saw was my unchanged insignificant nub jutting from between my legs. Feeling defeated I muttered sadly, “I knew it was a long shot, Ben, but I really appreciate you trying.”

“You’re giving up too easily. I’ve got something else to try.” Ben replied with determination. Scooping me up in his arms he lifted me up until my crotch was level with his face, hooking my knees over his shoulders and supporting my ass with his strong hands. “You said changes require physical contact, well I’m going to get all the physical contact I can.” He said before pulling me toward his face and sucking my dicklet into his mouth.

In the weeks since Ben and I had started our sexual relationship we’d developed a new method for blowjobs. Neither of us could experience them in the traditional sense. I may have been made to take Ben’s gargantuan cock anally, but unless I develop the ability to unhinge my jaw, blowjobs are a thing of the past for him. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy worshiping his cock with my mouth, kissing it and running my tongue over it and under his foreskin. I’ve gotten him off with my mouth, but it wasn’t exactly what you’d call a blowjob.

Ben had developed his own technique for me. Even now, direct stimulation to my cockhead, all that I really had left to stimulate, was far too intense and quickly led to pain not pleasure. So traditional blowjobs, or even the worship I lavished on Ben’s cock were not options for me. Instead Ben had come up with a different technique. He would lift me up on his shoulders, because I’d let it slip how much it turns me on to be manhandled and carried through the air. Then he would suck my cock into his mouth, but wouldn’t do the things you normally would for a blowjob. There was no sucking, rubbing, or really motions at all. He would let my dicklet rest on his tongue, held firmly between his lips and he would do this low frequency humming thing. It vibrated my cock in just the right way to get me so hard as he pressed his tongue into the bottom of my cock, steady pressure right where my frenulum used to be. With a couple of fingers in my ass pressing on my prostate it was enough to get me to cum all over his tongue.

So finding myself perched on Ben’s shoulders, as I was now, wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, but this was a decidedly new purpose for the position. I sat there enjoying the sensation of Ben’s mouth on my cock for a few moments, hoping this would be what Ben needed to make changes to my cock. Moments passed and still I didn’t feel the telltale feelings of change. “Ben I appreciate you trying but this isn’t wor-“ I gasped as I felt the tingling start in my cock. I was changing! There was still the sensation of burning and freezing, but there was also an undercurrent of pleasure as I felt changes rippling over my cock. It only lasted a few moments but felt much longer before Ben lowered me to the bed as the changes ran their course.

Looking down at my groin I saw my cock was exactly as tiny as it had been moments before, it hadn’t grown a single millimeter. What had changed was that covering my tiny dicklet was a newly restored foreskin. Reaching down I pulled my foreskin back exposing my dick head, feeling a sensation I hadn’t for more than a year. The feeling of foreskin rolling back over the ridge of my dickhead, a sensation I thought I’d never feel a again after my circumcision. “How… how is this possible?”

Looking down at my new foreskin Ben said, “I didn’t mean to do that. I think I can get rid of it.”

“No!” I quickly interrupted, “I’ve been missing my foreskin and I’m glad to have it back. But how did you do this?”

“The first time I tried to change you I just focused on making your cock bigger and it didn’t work. Once I had you in my mouth I tried focusing on what your cock used to look like. I was focusing on the size, but I guess the mental image I had was from when you had a foreskin. Kyle, I’m sorry but I don’t think I can make your cock bigger.”

“That’s ok, you were still able to restore more of me than I thought was possible.” I couldn’t keep the disappointment out of my voice entirely, but there was a genuine undercurrent of happiness there as well.

Looking down I could see Ben’s cock pulsing with his heartbeat as it started to rise from flaccidity. With a small smirk he said to me, “What do you say we give your new cock a test run?”

“I think we were in the middle of a blowjob that you didn’t finish.” I said grinning cheekily back.

Ben leaned down to where I was laying back on the bed positioning his head over my groin. “Let me know if anything is… too much.” He said before pulling my dick into his mouth with gentle suction. He started with the usual solid pressure from his tongue and gentle humming. Pressing not onto a smooth area that used to house a sensitive frenulum but had been removed from my cut cock, instead he was pressing onto the newly restored genuine article. Then he moved onto more conventional blowjob techniques. Ben bobbed his head up and down over my crotch, although I must admit the motion needed to be pretty small to avoid me sliding out of his mouth entirely. His tongue also started to really get in on the action sliding over and around the entire length of my cock. Before I would have found this entirely overwhelming, but now my restored foreskin acted as a moderating influence. Instead of direct stimulation to my cockhead my foreskin sort of muffled the sensations, lowering them to the point of pleasure without being overstimulating.

Without realizing it I had my hands grasping the back of Ben’s head, running my hands through his thick chocolatey hair. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Ben drove his tongue into the end of my cock running it over my piss-slit and up under my foreskin. The dual sensations of his slick muscular organ playing over my cockhead while also stimulating the inside of my foreskin was like nothing I had ever felt, far more intense than just going after my bare cock head before. This would push me into oversensitivity in moments, but Ben seemed to sense that from the way my hips spasmed at the feeling. Pulling his tongue back and allowing it to slide over the outside of my foreskin kept up the pleasure without cutting it off entirely, but retreating when he did meant I didn’t flash over into oversensitivity. Ben kept up the dance between the more muted sensations and the mind-numbing feelings of pleasure on the border of pain. It was a shamefully short amount of time until I was thrusting and spurting into Ben’s mouth.

Swallowing my load eagerly Ben moved up to lie next to me on the bed as I panted from my recent exertions. Once I’d recovered enough to speak I looked over at Ben’s face smiling down at me, returning his grin I said, “That was amazing! I didn’t think I’d ever get off using my cock again and you didn’t even need to put anything in my ass.”

“I’ve got something I’d like to put there now, if you’re up to it?” Ben said, as I looked down at his rock solid cock, even now pulsing in lust with Ben’s heartbeat.

“I think that could be arranged.” I said with a laugh as I leaned over to kiss him on the lips, before throwing a leg over his chest to straddle his hips.