Geniekind Part 3

Johan approached the fridge as soon as Tony had slammed the front door. His body seemed to be operating on its own: flinging open the freezer, grabbing some ice cream, snatching bananas off the counter, then scooping a to-go box with leftover carrot cake from dinner last week and a gallon of milk. He shuffled to the blender with an armload of everything, then hustled back to the fridge door and grabbed a can of whipped cream. “Fuck it,” he thought, putting the nozzle in his mouth.

He paused just before pulling the trigger. He looked down at his ripped abs, removed the whipped cream from his mouth, and took a deep breath. “Cmon, Johan,” he said aloud. “This isn’t how we deal with our problems.” With a deep sigh, he slowly gathered everything back up and put it back in the fridge.

So Tony was unemployed now. At least he got a nice severance package to keep them afloat for a bit. And their relationship wasn’t great, but Tony was still sticking with him. He came clean about not being happy about the “open relationship” idea–though, technically, he never retracted his agreement. Specifically, he had been angry that he had seen Carter on the way out the door when the rules they had set out were that neither of them were to see the other’s hook-ups, period.

On top of everything, there was the horrifying dream he’d had. Fuck… it was so real! He hadn’t even done any drugs or drank anything. But he certainly didn’t remember fucking Carter, then passing out in bed. But that nightmare… he could clearly remember Carter’s huge foot, then the feeling of it squashing down on top of him! He felt it–or at least, he dreamt that he had felt it.

His nipples were rock-hard, his cock stirring in his briefs. That dream he had was the most erotic thing he’d experienced in months. Even the part about getting squashed…

He knew the responsible “next move” after their fight would be to start looking for a job. Tony had mentioned that Johan wasn’t “contributing to the household”--and he wasn’t talking about the laundry Johan never did. There was a gym nearby that was hiring personal trainers, but the idea of listening to overweight women gabbing about their personal lives between minimal-effort exercises made him feel sick to his stomach.

Of course, there was always his old line of work. Tony would never be okay with him going back to that, though… He wished he wasn’t so fucking horny. Then maybe he could think straight! But maybe if he got a quickie client for the afternoon, he could make money AND take care of his horniness… he wondered if the old “Musselgize” site he used to frequent was still up.

*

“I mean, can’t he realize that all I want is for him to want to fuck ME?” Tony shouted to no one. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his forearms shook. His pounding heart was now in sync with the EDM blasting from his speakers. “I mean, I thought that’s what this was supposed to be! You fuck around so you realize how great you have it in your relationship. But of course, OF COURSE, MY boyfriend has to get a fucking prettyboy college jock to fuck!”

He changed lanes without using his turn signal. He didn’t even look at the speedometer; the harder he pressed the gas pedal, the better he felt.

“Of course, why am I surprised? Johan is a fucking STUD! Who fucking knows why he’s with me, anyway? I mean, I was cute when we met, but the guys who catch his eye are all big fucking steroid freaks! All I ever was to him was a place to stay, a steady income, a fucking MEAL ticket…”

Blue lights flashed behind him.

“FUCK!” Tony shouted as he pulled over. “For chrissakes, I get fired and get a ticket in the same fucking day. And my boyfriend wants to fuck some college gym rat while I pay the bills. FUCKING GREAT!”

With his license and registration in hand, he tried to slow his breathing. “C’mon, Tony, just deal, buddy. You can get through this.”

His heart leapt as he saw a broad-shouldered, thick-hipped copped strutting toward him, the uniform shrink-wrapped around his muscular build.

“Holy shit, he looks like a stripper!” Tony said, gawking as the towering hunk approached him, ripping off his sunglasses.

“Any idea how fast you were going back there?” the cop said as he looked at Tony’s license. His big bulge was right in the window, inches from Tony’s face. If he leaned forward, he could have kissed it.

Fuck, why was he thinking of kissing a bulge? Fucking focus!

“Way too fast,” Tony admitted. “Officer, I’m really sorry. I just got fired, just got in a fight with my boyfriend, and… I don’t know. I’m going to go straight home and clear my head, I think.” He tried not to look at the cop’s big legs. Strong cologne wafted in, making Tony sweat.

“Let me just go back and run you’re… you’re…” The cop paused, wincing. He coughed as if something were stuck in his throat. “What… what the…” His hands went to the seat of his pants. “Ow… damn!” he said, dropping Tony’s license. “What the… OW!” He jumped like something had bit him from behind.

“Oh my god, are you–” Tony was stunned to find the cop undoing his belt, yanking down his pants.

A tail sprung out.

As the cop turned to Tony, his shocked face started to push out into a muscle. Dark hairs were sprouting all over his body. He raised his hands but shocked them both when he produced paws instead. With a loud crunch, the cop’s skeletal structure seemed to rearrange. The cop yelped–although it sounded more like a dog yelping–as his hips rotated, putting him down on all fours. The cop could only whimper, his newly sprouted dog ears pressed down as his powerful body reshaped and compressed. When it was over, a chubby black pug was shivering inside the cop’s comparatively huge uniform.

Tony looked out his window at the panicking pup that stood where a hulking cop had been moments before. In a panic, the pug sprayed pee all over his uniform, then whimpered at what he had done.

“Did… did I do that?” Tony asked, his hands reaching for the ignition. He wouldn’t be getting a ticket if the cop couldn’t figure out how to work a pen in his paws…

“Are you absolutely serious?” said an echoing voice. Tony started as he turned to find Diedrich suddenly sitting in his passenger seat.

“Oh my god, you scared the bejeezus out of me,” Tony said, grasping his chest.

“Were you about to leave a DOG on the side of the highway?” Deidrich asked. Tony looked outside the car. A glittery purple fog had rolled in. The other cars were gone. The dog seemed frozen in time, surrounded by a bubble of green light.

“Uh, well, I was…”

“That man’s fantasy was NOT to be abandoned on the side of the road!” Deidrich said.

“I didn’t realize he had any fantasies at all!” Tony protested. “Deidrich, seriously, I didn’t do that!”

“Oh, you sure did!” Deidrich said, clucking his tongue. A clipboard appeared in his hands, “And, you also… melted a man into a puddle, turned another man’s penis into an ice cream cone, shrank a man so small he was stomped to death by another…”

“To DEATH?” Tony protested. “I didn’t mean to KILL anybody! Honest, Deidrich, other than the thing with my boss, I haven’t meant to do anything! Things just sort of… happen.” He gazed out at the pug outside his car. He reached down and touched the green bubble, expecting it to be solid. He was surprised when his hands passed through it and he lifted the shaking pug inside the car. “See? I didn’t leave him on the side of the road.”

Deidrich shook his head, clucking his tongue. “Tony, this is not good. We need to start all over. My bosses are going to absolutely rip me a new one for this! Demonstrate how you use your power. Try to use it on me.”

Stroking the dog with one hand, Tony extended his other, trying to reach out with his ability. He felt nothing. “See? I keep trying, and I get nothing! Other than that first time. It’s like it has a mind of its own!”

Deidrich nodded, his head tilting to the side as he processed this. “You know, there may be something wrong with the way we untapped your powers. It’s possible that there’s something deep down gumming up the works. I’m going to have to file a request for an investigation on this…” He shook his head. The clipboard vanished, an index card appearing in its place. A pen appeared in his other hand. “I’ll get started on that, but in the meantime… take care of this dog! Finish delivering its fantasies!”

Tony shrugged. “I can’t see its fantasies!”

Deidrich scribbled on the index card. “Right. Got it. Okay, well, soon as I vanish and your perception resumes its normal status, you’ll know exactly where the boyfriend of that dog lives. His fantasy is to be treated like a pup by his lover.”

“THEN what do I do?”

Deidrich threw his hands up in the air. “What? Are you serious? Haven’t you read your employee handbook yet? This is all basic stuff!”

“Employee handbook?!” Tony exclaimed. A look of realization dissolved Deidrich’s stern glare. He nodded, turned away, then snapped his fingers. A six-inch thick hardcover book with gold letters stenciled into the cover appeared, landing on the dashboard with a heavy cover.

“Right,” Deidrich said. “Okay, SOME of this is on me. I’m going to go… uh… sort all of this mess out. In the meantime, work on granting this guy’s fantasy. Get him to his boyfriend’s house, pronto!”

Deidrich vanished. The fog disappeared.

Tony was driving again. The entire escapade would have seemed like a hallucination if not for the scared pug turning in circles, struggling to stand on his passenger seat–not to mention the 1000 page hardcover Deidrich left behind.

“Oh, jeez,” Tony said. He reached out and stroked the dogs head, calming him. “You must be really confused hunh?” Tony said. The “employee manual” slid off the dashboard, striking the center console with a loud thud. Startled, the dog squatted, leaving a dark wet spot on the passenger seat. Tony became frustrated at first until he remembered that this was his new job. He was an employee on day one and he was, so far, performing terribly. It was time to turn this around.

“I bet you wish you hadn’t pulled me over, right little guy?” he said, scratching the dog behind the ears. “One moment you’re a big tough cop, then you’re a scared little scrunch-faced hound looking up at a BIG scary world. All that police training isn’t going to help you now! Or those muscles, hunh? Looks like you’re just a chubby little doggy now. Big tough guy cop… I might take you back down to the station, drop you off to become a drug-sniffing dog, but you’re even too small for that, hunh?”

He felt something–a tingling, a shift in the environment. He was doing the right thing. The shaming–the humiliation–was part of this musclebound policeman’s fantasy. He just had to take it a step further. Somehow he knew, instinctively, where the cop lived–even knew his name: Officer Ethan Mertz. His boyfriend’s name was Darion Wallace. They’d just started living together, and Ethan was afraid that Darion would discover the secret porn files on his computer.

“All right, little pup, let’s bring you home to your BIG TOUGH boyfriend. I bet you’re a top, aren’t you? You won’t be humping anything but pillows now.” Tony parked and snatched the little dog up in one hand, cradling as he approached the door and pushed the doorbell.

Darion was just as big as Ethan had been, one of those guys with great genetics and an affinity for testosterone supplements who walked around the world nearly bursting the seams on his clothing. “I believe this belongs to you,” Tony said, handing the pug over to the big dark-haired man.

“What… I don’t have a dog…” Darion seemed confused. Ethan seemed even tinier in the big man’s hands.

“No, but you have a boyfriend, and he’s finally small enough to do what you want him to,” Tony said with a wink. There was something behind that wink… a fraction of his “power” kicking in. Something transferred from him to Darion. The muscular boxers-clad man lifted the pug, stared into his scared-looking eyes and smiled.

“Oh, I understand,” he said. “Is that you, little Ethan?” he said. The pug whimpered. “Oh, wow! This is GREAT!” he said. Darion had no questions–possibly a side-effect of Tony’s power, he theorized–but held Ethan aloft and laughed heartily. “Oh, you want to go for a walk little doggy? Eat some treats? Maybe I’ll take you to get fixed!”

Suddenly Darion gasped, nearly dropping the pug. He stopped, setting the pug down on the ground. “What the…” He gasped again, grabbed down at the bulge in his boxers. “Oh… oh, WOOOOW…” He seemed to be overcome by ecstasy.

Tony was shocked. On top of everything he’d witnessed that day, was he going to get to watch this big hunk cum hands-free as well?

After the big man’s shaking subsided, he gasped again. The bulge in his shorts started to slip, sliding out and hitting the floor with a loud thunk.

It was his cock and balls, but now it was a rubber squeaky toy. The front of his shorts was now empty. He patted the area, then yanked the shorts down to reveal he was now as smooth as a Ken doll.

“Oh… oh my god…” he said, reaching down to scoop up the fallen dog toy. Ethan started barking at it, grabbing it in his mouth and squeezing it. With each shrill squeak, Darion’s hips bucked as if he was getting fucked. He was sweating, his legs weak, overcome every time Ethan chewed on the toy.

“Ethan… Ethan, give me my cock back!” Darion said as Ethan ran into the apartment. Darion ran after him and the door slammed shut.

Tony stared at the closed door for several seconds before turning away. Somehow he knew that wasn’t right–it wasn’t Darion’s fantasy at all to make his junk a detachable toy for Ethan. It wasn’t Ethan’s fantasy either.

At his car, just before the key slid in the lock, Tony realized: it had been HIS fantasy.

“Dammit,” he said as he got into the car. The book lay heavy on the passenger floor mat. Just the idea of opening it was intimidating–where would he start? How could he POSSIBLY read this much before things got out of control again? How many mistakes would he make before Deidrich finally took these powers away from him?

On top of everything, there was the fight with Johan. He dialed his lover’s number. It went straight to voicemail. “First, I patch things up with Johan,” he said to himself as he hung up his phone. “Then, I try to figure out how all of this works.”

*

Johan was surprised he had a client so soon. It had been a long time since he’d done “muscle worship” sessions, not since before he and Tony had met, but he hadn’t remembered scoring work this easily ever before. He knocked on the client’s door. He wore a heavy jacket, a hat, and sunglasses, but he was still taller than the door itself, his wide shoulders looking even more massive with all the layers on. He crossed his arm and put on his most intimidating face for when the client got his first look at him.

The door opened. Johan felt a tingling over his body. He felt nauseous, like the floor was sinking out from under him.

“Oh my god, are you Dirk?” the client said, using Johan’s “stage name.” For a moment, Johan was shocked. The guy had to be twelve feet tall! He was skinny but TOWERED over Johan.

Then he looked around and realized everything around him seemed to have grown as well. Judging by the railing next to him, Johan estimated he was only three feet tall now. His clothes still fit, his body still heavily muscled and proportioned at his normal size. But the sight of this average-sized man standing twice his height made Johan’s knees weak.

“Oh, WOW, I had no idea you were so… petite!” the client said, throwing up his hands to his chubby cheeks and squealing with joy. “Oh my god, I can’t WAIT to play with you!” He grabbed Johan by the hand and yanked him inside.

Despite all his muscles, at a meter high Johan was far too weak to resist.