Ray's Little Gift Part 2

[Body modification]

[Read part 1 here]

Gene was late. That early in the morning there was still a bunch of activity on the beach. Joggers hustled past Ray and a few dog-walkers passed by, each with a fistful of leashes. Luckily Ray wore his offseason clothes--a XXXL navy blue sweatsuit--so he didn’t feel so exposed. He hoped Gene wouldn’t show up. There were at least three humiliating discussions he wanted to avoid. About a hundred yards down the beach he watched a circle of people sharing their experiences with addiction. Was there a support group for guys with little dicks?

His phone buzzed against his thigh. If it was Gene, he thought, maybe he would tell the photographer he wasn’t feeling great; they could reschedule, or cancel outright. He berated himself for being a coward, took a breath, and glanced at his phone.

It was a text from Geoff: “I miss you.”

Ray’s heart sank. The worst part of what he was going through--his dick somehow getting shrunk, the torment from his stalker--was the fact that he had to do it without Geoff.

He had to swallow hard before he texted back. “I miss you too.”

He looked around. Gene was nowhere to be seen. Fuck it,he thought. He dialed Geoff’s number.

“I found a jockstrap of yours. Fell behind my couch--I think, last time we were fucking around over here… Made me miss you like crazy.”

Geoff’s voice made Ray’s heart break. With the sun rising behind him, Ray stared at the dark horizon. “I need to tell you something,” he said. “Something happened to me. I don’t know how to explain it…” Without thinking, his free hand slid in his pocket. He fished around, trying to find his tiny dick and little balls through the fabric. He rubbed them and shuddered.

Then Ray heard Geoff take a deep breath. His heart pounded as he waited for his lover to speak. “I saw. A video. Somebody e-mailed it to me. It was your show. The one I couldn’t make it to. I don’t totally understand, but… I saw. I think I know why you’ve avoided me.” 

Ray swallowed. The circle down the beach had broken up, its members hugging as they dispersed. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I still don’t totally understand.” What else could he say?

“Let’s get together. Tonight,” Geoff said. “I don’t care what you look like down there. I don’t care what happened. I just… really need to be with you now.”

The hand holding Ray’s phone trembled. “O-okay, definitely.” He turned to see Gene walking up the beach lugging a duffel bag and a heavy equipment case. “Look, I’ve got to go,but… Thank you so much for texting me. God, I can’t wait to see you again!”

The whole thing suddenly seemed so silly. If only he had just spoken up earlier, he thought. “Hey, Gene,” Ray said. “I’ve gotta level with you. I look a little different from the last time you photographed me.”

Gene, a little guy with only a single swoosh of hair swirled into a halo on his head, started to set up a tripod. “It’s cool,” Gene said. “What, you gain weight or something? Lose some muscle?”

Geoff’s face flashed in his head. He’d be seeing him later on that day! “Yeah, I lost one very specific muscle. My dick. It’s… really small.”

Gene grinned and raised an eyebrow. “I mean, you’re a big dude, sometimes massive quads make a dick look tiny in comparison,but bro… you’re packing some serious heat down below.” He eyed Ray’s legs. “No way you blew those trunks up big enough to make that big ol’ elephant trunk look smaller!”

Ray shrugged. Why not get it over with? He yanked down his sweatpants but turned to stare into the ocean. Gene was silent for several tense seconds before he spoke.

“Well, that’s no big deal,” he said. Ray’s entire body unclenched. “But a bigger issue is the fact that you’re nowhere near as lean as the last time you shot with me. I thought you just finished up a competition. You hit the cookie dough pretty hard, didn’t you?”

Ray rushed to cover himself up again. “Well, to be honest,” he said, shuffling the sand with his shoe, “I actually have problems with a stalker at the gym. Some guy taking pervy pics of me and I still can’t figure out who it is, so I’ve been training from home, and…”

Gene shook his hands in the air. “No, no, listen, big man! That puffy offseason look is actually perfect! He unzipped his duffle bag and shuffled through its contents. “See, I was going to do a whole Greek God thing--loin-cloth, winged shoes…” He snatched each item from the bag and presented as he named it. “But I had this other idea that I thought would look fucking perfect!”

Gene produced an old-timey singlet from the duffle and tossed it to Ray, who held it against his body. It was red and white striped with only a single shoulder strap. Ray rubbed the material between his fingers. It was going to be a tight fit.

Gene had already set up the changing screen and was fishing a few more items from his costume bag. “With your bald head it’s going to look perfect… and the extra water weight will look good too! Veiny abs don’t work on old-school strongmen!”

He held up silky black fake moustache and what looked like an athletic cup. “Just stick this baby on. And slide this other baby down in front. Nobody will notice your little shrinky dink now!”

Ray blushed at the phrase but started to change. There peeled a small rectangle off the moustache to reveal an adhesive strip. It tickled his nose and his upper lip.

“Holy shit, this is going to be so much better than I had planned!” Gene said, vibrating with anxious energy. “Hold on, I’ve got the perfect prop back in my car… Don’t move. God, this is going to be great!”

The singlet did fit nicely. With the cup in place, he could almost forget about the tiny dicklet getting hard at the thought of stripping Geoff’s ripped body, one article of clothing at a time. He licked his lips, chuckling at the feeling of the moustache.

He held up his phone and snapped a selfie. The look was undeniably satisfying. He hit some poses, loving the way the singlet hugged his body. His smooth, bulky muscles stretched the singlet to its limit. Maybe Gene would let him borrow the outfit for the day? Imagine showing up to Geoff’s place in this. What a perfect way to make him forget about Ray’s shrunken manhood.

Ray got a glimpse of Gene in the distance dragging an old-school Sandow-style barbell down the beach. He couldn’t wait to hoist that thing above his head with one hand while hitting an insane biceps flex with the other.

The tickle of the moustache against his nose suddenly flared up. Scratching furiously didn’t help, so he grabbed it by the edge to peel it off. He yelped as he yanked at the hair. It hurt--he could feel it! He gently tugged the moustache again and winced. He ran his fingers over what he was certain was plastic, store-bought “hair”--but what he felt was silky and natural.

The tickle that spread over his face wasn’t enough to distract him from his hands. He’d shaved them that morning, but he watched as a faint shadow appeared across the backs of his fingers. He watched in horror as dark hair sprouted across his fingers--then followed it up his hands to his forearms, which were suddenly covered in a shiny pelt of dark hair. All he could do was moan as he felt hair falling down against the back of his neck--and when he shook his head, he could see a mane of dark curls swinging back and forth.

Gene had dropped the dumbbell and was busy snapping photos as Ray grabbed at the bushy beard that had suddenly poured from his chin. It hung down to his nipples, growing wild and untamed from his formerly smooth, chiseled face.

Ray peeled down the singlet to see his rock hard gut covered in whorls of black hair. He was just an inch away from being a full wolf-man. The hair, growing from every inch of the physique he had personally shorn clean just hours before, was so soft he couldn’t help but run hishands through it.

“Holy shit! Wooly mammoth style!” Gene said as he snapped more photos.

“Stop!” Ray yelled, tugging at the pelt covering his body. “Quit it!” The groin cup slid down one of the legs of the singlet. Ray couldn’t even see his little acorn through the massive bush that had sprouted there.

“You look like a caveman and an ape had a baby!” Gene said. “I mean, if it were any longer you’d be Chewbacca, but… it’s actually kind of hot, Ray! I mean, if you like hairy guys. Makes you look way more masculine. I’m going to need a different costume and all, but I can work with this!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ray said. “Call 911 or something!” The request seemed silly the moment he uttered in it. What would a paramedic do?

The hair growth had stopped, and he looked over his swarthy body, unable to comprehend how it had happened. His phone, face up in the sane, lit up with a text from Geoff: “SOOOO hot! Can’t wait to see you tonight.”