Changer Ch. 03: Dick

[All characters in all sexual interactions are over 18 years old.]

"So, thenshe, she," Rich slurred as he filled their cups again, the drunk friends leaning against each other in the middle of the futon, "She sits on my face, and she's talking dirty to me, right, like 'eat that pussy freshman bitch.'"

"That's-hic-pretty pathetic dirty talk," Merlin mumbled his head half resting on Rich's shoulder.

"No, it'sa pathetic recuh-recoliction," Rich said, raising a finger and sounding like some drunk lawyer, "It was definitely dirty...dirty talk. Cause that's the point right, cause I'm not gonna ask her to piss in my mouth if there wasn't really dirty talk leading up to--"

Merlin burst into drunken giggles, "I forgot that's what we were talking about."

"It's not fucking funny, Merl," Rich whined, shoving Merlin's arm, "Bri is so fucking hot, I literally got in that bitch, and then I--"

"Pissed the bed," Merlin said tongue in cheek, "Figuratively. Unfortunately."

When Rich saw the glint in Merlin's eyes he couldn't help but start giggling, which let Merlin's laughter loose. They laughed till there were tears in their eyes and they struggled for breath, falling against each other as the world spun from the booze and the laughing.

With a few more chuckles and hiccups and coughs, the guys finally calmed down. Rich laid down on the futon, and rested his head in Merlin's lap and closed his eyes. "I've missed this, bro," he said dreamily.

"Same," Merlin said, putting his hand on Rich's chest, and Rich put his hand over Merlin's, his thumb gently rubbing against Merlin's wrist. While they rarely talked of it, the friends both loved to cuddle.

"So," Rich said lightly, his eyes still closed, "How's your love life lookin?"

It was one of Rich's favorite questions, something he'd asked since their "love lives" consisted of stuttering a hello to a girl between classes. Usually Merlin would think nothing of it, but today it was like a punch to the gut. He couldn't help but think of the first time he answered his best friend honestly.

He'd burst into tears. Rich was obviously confused, at least till Merlin sputtered out that he thought he was gay and begged Rich not to hate him. Then Rich started crying, not cause Merlin was gay, but because he couldn't believe his best friend would ever think he'd hate him just cause he liked boys. They hugged it out, called each other brothers, and promised they wouldn't keep any more secrets from one another. They even sealed it with a blood oath, nicking their thumbs and pressing the cuts together.

But unlike most excessively solemn childhood promises, Rich and Merlin actually kept theirs. The friends were radically honest with each other. From gossipy personal drama, to relationship hopes or problems, to serious concerns about their lives or families, and when they were older even to their turn ons and kinks, Merlin and Rich shared everything, basically without hesitation. Often they'd admit things to each other they hadn't yet admitted to themselves.

But right now Merlin had a secret 10x more explosive than his sexuality. And looking down at his best friend cuddling on his lap, he thought if he didn't tell him he'd burst into tears. The alcohol certainly wasn't helping either.

"Dick...you know how you asked if there was anything different about me earlier?"

Rich's eyes snapped open, full of concern at Merlin's tone, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong per se, it's just...there's a ton that's different about me."

Rich sat up to face Merlin, taking his hand in both of his, "So that's what--Fucking a Merl, I can't believe I said--or should I say Lin, or a different name or--you know you'd be my sister as much as you've been my broth--"

"Wait, what?" Merlin said, confused.

"Your differences--like I know I said that coed stuff but that was just a joke, if you're transitioning or experimenting or whatever obviously I'm totally here for you."

Merlin stared drunk and dumbfounded at Rich's earnest look of support, and then he burst into laughter. Suddenly this seemed much easier.

"I'm not trans, you fucknugget," Merlin said, wiping tears from his eyes, "Although good on you being an ally like that."

"Oh thank fuck," Rich said, then immediately regretting the words added, "Not that I'm glad you're not, it's just--"

"Calling me a basic bitch coed would've been a pretty shitty thing to say to a girl just starting to transition," Merlin said, still chuckling at the idea.

Rich grinned, abashed, but then he looked confused, "Wait, so what're you talking about then? What differences?"

"What differences?" Merlin asked sarcastically, "I'm a whole new fucking person! I'm a half foot taller and muscled like a greek god. My skin's smoother than a pearl, I got hair as luscious as Samson. My dick's longer and thicker and covered in foreskin, and I finally have a fucking ass. 'What differences?'" Merlin said, laughing again.

Meanwhile Rich's look of concern returned, as he worried his best friend had gone mad, "Merl, did you have any pills or--"

"I'm not crazy Dick, just--this room. You were like, 'why haven't I been spending more time here,' but up to yesterday I had a fucking roommate that made Steve look like Prince Charming," Merlin stumbled over to the drawer beside his bed and pulled out the fleshlight, tossing it to Rich, "Until he stole a fleshlight from a magic store and got turned into it."

Rich ignored the fleshlight in his hands as he kept staring at Merlin, "I think we've had enough to drink. It's getting late, maybe some rest would--"

"Ah fuck, I mean this is all part of it. You can't remember, that's the point, Vano said. Nobody notices except the changers and--" Merlin stopped openmouthed as he had an idea.

Rich thought it was just more mania, "Vano--is that the guy you blew for this fleshlight? Could he have like slipped you something or--"

"Just hold on," Merlin said, and he began searching up and down the room for his phone. He had no idea where it could've gone, and his drunken search was just making a bigger mess.

"Merl, what're you," Rich stumbled up after Merlin and put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him to face him, "Chill, dude."

"I'm just trying to find--" But Merlin's tongue caught as his eyes met Rich's and he saw a faint colorful glow surrounding him.

"What? What's wrong?" Rich asked, confused as Merlin went slack jawed staring at him.

But Merlin didn't hear him. In his mind's eye he suddenly saw Rich stripped naked, floating like the vitruvian man in a circle with two spinning stars behind him. It was different than what he'd seen in the grimoire though--he could only focus on a few of Rich's features at a time, and he had to concentrate or he knew the vision would slip away.

"Why're you looking at me like that, Merl?" Rich said, almost disturbed as Merlin seemed to look both right at him and straight through him.

Merlin was seeing the changes. Trying to remember what changes he'd made for himself, what changes he wanted to add or leave out. It was hard, muddled compared to the crystal clear image and easy options he'd had in the grimoire. But he could still make changes, and when he liked what he made Merlin's vision began to spin.

"Merlin..." Rich was actually frightened now, as Merlin's steely irises spun inside his eyes. Faster and faster until they almost seemed to glow with their own light.

Then Merlin blinked, and as the world wobbled back into place he went weak at the knees and for a moment thought he'd puke.

"Merlin, what's wrong?" Rich grabbed his friend under the arm and helped him sit down.

Merlin looked up at Rich's concerned expression, confused. Then Rich began to pull on his collar, as sweat beaded on his brow.

"Nothing's wrong," Merlin said, trying to get ahold of himself, "Just sit down and maybe get your pants o--"

But Rich started pacing, breathing heavily from the rising heat, "Wh-what's happen--" and he fell to the ground. There were needles all over his body, a searing ache in the back of his head.

"Just relax," Merlin said nervously, kneeling next to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder, "It's uncomfortable for a second but it should--"

Then Rich moaned, and the changes began. Merlin unconsciously grabbed his dick as he watched the changes he'd experienced earlier that day. Saw how Rich's arms and legs seemed to sprout out like plants, how his muscles twitched as if they were being shocked then bulged into new shapes, how his face seemed to ripple like light on water before shattering and revealing the unblemished skin beneath.

And nearly as quickly as they had begun, the changes stopped. Rich lay on the ground, tucked in a fetal position.

"Rich, you're ok," Merlin said, rubbing his back.

"The fuck was that, Merlin?" Rich's voice was muffled and scared as he stayed huddled on the floor.

"What I've been trying to tell you. Stand up, you'll see."

Hesitantly, Rich uncurled, and taking Merlin's hand shakily got to his feet. As he stood higher and higher he had a sense of vertigo.

"I'm...taller," Rich looked down at his body, and his hands immediately started gliding over his new ripped pecs and abs, his thighs stretched tight against his formerly baggy shorts, "and buff," his eyes lit up and he dropped his shorts, revealing a quickly hardening, and longer dick, "I'm fucking hung!"

Rich waved his dick back and forth, mesmerized by his new body, but his excitement couldn't hold back his curiosity as he looked at his best friend in wonder, "Merl, you-you did this?"

Merlin grinned and nodded. Rich had to grin back.

"Tell me everything."

----

It was slow going as Rich had lots of questions, and he occasionally was distracted admiring his new body, but when Merlin finally went quiet Rich just stared at Jackoff's silently moving lips, dumbfounded. Merlin decided to top off their forgotten drinks to fill the silence.

Rich took the solo cup when Merlin passed it to him, but he couldn't take his eyes off Jackoff. And he kept staring at it long enough that Merlin began to wonder if he'd done some magic brain damage. But suddenly Rich spoke, "Merl..."

Rich dropped the fleshlight, stood up and began chugging his drink. He finished it with a burp and let the cup fall to the floor as he shook his head and arms, as if he were trying to psych himself up. Then Rich drew back his arm, and gave himself the hardest slap across his face he could muster. He slapped himself off his feet.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Guess I'm not fucking dreaming." Rich cursed, pulling himself up and rubbing his already bright red cheek, "The fuck is wrong with me."

"Well, you don't have twigs for arms anymore, so maybe don't hit yourself as hard as you can," Merlin laughed, "But I get the wanting to check. I walked straight into a cold shower when I first found out."

"But Merl, if this isn't a dream," Rich said, his eyes starting to gleam, "This is the greatest thing in the fucking world. You can change shit to whatever you want it to be? You're a fucking wizard, dude!"

"Please don't call me--"

But Rich pulled Merlin into a hug and pressed their foreheads together. Merlin could smell the alcohol on Rich's breath, "Honestly who gives a shit bout some asshole nobody remembers, he's better off as a fleshlight. And you fucking Captain America'd me! Which is good cause I was starting to think that you were too much hotter than me to be an effective wingman." Rich laughed and stood up straight, comparing his new self to Merlin, "Like how tall am I now?"

"About as much taller than me as you usually are," Merlin said, "I couldn't see exactly how tall it was like I could in the grimoire. But I'm just shy of 6'1 so I'd guess like 6'3?"

"I need to update my tinder," Rich grinned, "And fuck that wand app, it's way cooler doin' it with your mind," Rich ran his hands all over his new body, "I'm fucking perfect, so who needs a wand? You're a natural."

"It's not a wand it's a grim--"

"Change something else," Rich interrupted excitedly as he looked around the room for an idea, "Make the tv bigger."

Merlin bit his lip as he concentrated on the small tv across from them. When he really focused the faint glow appeared around it again, but when he tried to think of changes the image in his mind was so blurry it was almost like a watercolor drawing.

"Well?" Rich said as sweat started to break out on Merlin's brow.

"Don't distract me," Merlin hissed, imagining the tv stretching across the wall like a window on a computer screen. It seemed so simple, but in practice it was much harder than changing Rich had been. Merlin knew Rich's body way better than he knew Rich's tv, and the changes seemed to come naturally to him after having done them to himself earlier. Merlin focused so fiercely a vein pulsed across his forehead, but finally the image began to spin.

"You know, it's vaguely terrifying but I'm also really digging the spinning irises," Rich whispered as Merlin's eyes started to glow.

Merlin blinked and there was a shatter of breaking glass and fried electronics.

"What the fuck!" Rich hollered.

As the world still spun like a falling plate, Merlin saw the smoking remnants of the small tv screen broken inside a much larger tv frame. Rich clutched Merlin's arm, "I lied, you're not a fucking natural you need a wand. Oh Jesus," his hands started touching his chest and belly, "Like, what if you fucked up my insides? Do I still have a kidney? How long would it take to even know--"

"Dick, calm the fuck down!" Merlin yelled, uncalmly, "I just need to find my phone and--"

Rich stood up, walked straight over to Merlin's bed and picked up his phone, then all but threw it at him, "Fix it. I need my fucking kidney."

"You have two," Merlin said distractedly as he opened up the grimoire app.

"Well then I need them fucking both!"

But Merlin was now focused on the app, and the broken tv that filled the screen. The perfect changes came up at the vaguest idea. Within seconds he had the image spinning.

The broken glass and electronics suddenly began to float, then expanded into the large tv frame, and like that the changes were done and the screen lit up.

"See? Totally fine," Merlin said, trying to downplay his own relief.

"Good...that's good," Rich said, "But, still, like, check that I have my kidneys, you know?"

But Merlin was only half listening. The tv was too big for the space, and he tried to shrink it down in the grimoire. But when he did the tv frame glowed red, and he couldn't make any changes to it. He clicked on the frame which detached from the rest of the tv. Then a spiky, cursive handwriting appeared across the screen, "Bound--90 inches diagonally."

"That's weird," Merlin muttered to himself.

"What? What's weird?"

"There's this error with the tv frame, I can't change it."

"I mean, that's bad right, I thought changing was the whole point?"

But Merlin was ignoring him again, as he went back to the vr base of the app. He flicked over to Jackoff on the futon. When he selected the fleshlight the whole thing glowed red, and again the handwriting appeared, now simply saying, "Bound."

"Uh," Merlin, "I might've made a change that can't be changed again. The tv says the same thing as Jackoff does, and Vano said Jackoff couldn't be--"

"Wait, did you permanently change me?"

"I'm not sure I haven't checked--"

"Well then stop checking the inanimate fucking objects and check on me!"

"Ok, ok," Merlin said, finding Rich in the app, "See, you're looking fine. No red coming up," Merlin showed Rich his avatar on screen.

"That's just your fucking lock screen!"

"Alright, so you can't see it but I promise it's definitely there. You're totally fine, no permanent changes."

Rich collapsed back onto the futon, his hand clasping his head, "Oh thank god."

"Totally fine," Merlin said, chugging the last of his drink and belching his relief. Then he grinned and began to play with Rich's avatar.

"Wait, what the fuck are you doing," Rich said, clasping his suddenly warm dick.

"Just a demonstration," Merlin said, as the world wobbled around him with his new changes.

Rich's dick started to get harder and harder in his grip, its long purple head dripping pre. But it didn't stop getting harder, it became painfully hard, and then suddenly his shaft began to shrink beneath his fingers, retracting inside his grip till his two inch dick was totally swallowed by his palm.

"It's not fucking funny, Merl!" Rich yelled as Merlin fell into a fit of laughter.

"Oh come on Dick, look at the itty bitty thing, it's hilarious," Merlin said, flicking his finger along the underside of Rich's microdick and getting a drip of pre to leak out onto Rich's balls, "Pissing will probably suck though."

Reluctantly Rich smiled, taking his tiny dick between his thumb and forefinger, "It is kinda ridiculous. And honestly, just like watching it change and it being different is really fucking hot."

"Right?!" Merlin said.

"Fuck yeah," Rich said, rubbing his tiny dick under his thumb with a small smile before he said, "This isn't as bad as I expected. But seriously bro, give me back my dick. You gave me a perfect fucking dick before."

"Fine, fine. I told you, we're just messing around."

"Wait, in that case make it fucking massive. Like down to my knees," Rich grinned, still playing with his choad.

"Monster dick, coming up," Merlin said, excited to see Rich with the dick as big as his torso Merlin had tried out that morning. But when he tried to make Rich's dick bigger than it was before he shrunk it, it flashed red on screen.

"Shit," Merlin grunted, as the spiky hand appeared onscreen again.

"Shit what?" Rich said, his concern quickly returning.

"Nothing, it's--there might've been one tiny permanent change but it's really not a big--"

"What?! What the fuck is permanently changed?"

"It's not even that it's permanent, it's just like a relative thing. I swear it hardly makes a diff--"

"What is it??"

Merlin bit his lip, "Your dick has to be at least two inches shorter than mine."

Rich's face went from distressed to incredulous, "Bro. Petty af."

"It was an accident! I mean, obviously I had the thought that I didn't want yours bigger than mine but--"

"Uh huh."

"Here," Merlin quickly put Rich's dick back to the size he first changed it to, and as Rich moaned from the changes Merlin continued, "I can make you bigger than me in another way."

Rich's grin stretched as his dick kept filling in his grip, expanding beneath his fingers till it was as thick as a coke can. He stroked it appreciatively, "Now that is a nice dick. Even with your fucking insecurities."

"Yeah, yeah," Merlin said then he kicked off his shorts and sat naked next to Rich, "I'll make my dick longer and we can get to the monster--"

"Wait," Rich said suddenly. He was looking at his dick, huge in his hands, curving up just below his belly button, the head glistening with pre.

"Make me bi."

Merlin blinked, nonplussed, "What?"

"Make me bi," Rich said again, turning to Merlin like it was the simplest request in the world.

Merlin smirked, "I thought you are bi?"

"You know what I mean," Rich scoffed,

"Nah, I remember. I said using your gay friend as a sex toy was just you being egotistic and horny and you were like, 'Bi erasure!'"

"Like you can talk about using anybody as a sex toy. It's a fucking spectrum, dude, I just wanna be more towards the middle of the spectrum. Can you do it or not?"

Merlin pulled Rich up on the grimoire, and quickly found the sexuality option, "Look at that, you're right, it's a sliding scale. Wanna know where you are on it?"

"No, I just wanna be in the--"

"95% hetero."

"Well see, I'm 5% homo!"