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"Haah, finally! I'm home…"

"Welcome home, Collin! I got us dinner this time!"

Collin just sighed tiredly, those words a faint elixir to his mind and body. He slowly walked deeper inside their quaint apartment, loosening up his tie and fixing up his thick glasses. He smoothens out his shirt, cringing at the belly stretching the fabric before entering the kitchen.

The sight he caught in the kitchen was something he'd been used to seeing: a 6 foot tall slim, pale man, still in his own work clothes humming a jolly tune while fixing their dinner. Richard had his medium-length brown hair on a ponytail, his handsome face a lot more appetizing than the roast chicken on the plate, especially as he turned around, his smile just as bright as always.

"Evening! I got us some fancy dinner for tonight~"

"Oh yeah? What's the occasion?" Collin asked as he stood on his toes to kiss Richard, his 5 foot 4, bulky frame quite a contrast to his lover's. Richard made it longer by nuzzling against his face and Collin could only accept it, chuckling before walking over to grab some water. "You finally got that severance pay?"

Richard set the chicken on the table before grabbing some plates, his smile never leaving. "Yeah, just got it earlier. After waiting for so long, too." Richard said, smiling; always the cheerful one he was. "So I was thinking of getting some fancy dinner, and it just so happened that the supermarket has a sale on roast chicken, so…here we go!"

"Well, I’m certainly not complaining about that." Collin laughed, setting the water and some glasses down. Despite how tiring work was today, it seems it was going to be a good night to celebrate, a lot better now considering one of Richard's worries was now gone.

But it seems that his night was fated to crash down so quickly. He was about to put his glasses down when he saw Richard's open phone, showing a poster of various muscular men, wearing familiar spandex and doing actions that were painfully familiar to him..

He stopped himself from flinching. It was a small reminder of something that he knew he lost, a massive blow to his mood. Collin didn't even see the writing on the poster as Richard immediately grabbed the phone, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. "Whoops! Sorry about that, babe." He kissed him, an assurance that didn't work before inviting Collin, his smile returning. "Come on! The chicken looks so good."

Collin got pulled by the arm, and as much as he wanted to enjoy dinner, the sight of that poster sent his gut doing backflips inside him. Which was a shame, as today's dinner truly was fancy; the roast chicken Richard bought was delicious and almost felt like a luxurious meal if it weren't for the cheap price tag. The short man languidly tore through the chicken breast, not even listening to Richard talking about his new job, happy that he settled in easily. Collin could only nod at given intervals, the image on Richard's phone still on his mind.

Eventually, Richard noticed this and held his hand, his face full of worry. "Collin? You okay there? You've been quiet for a while. More than usual, at least."

Colin barely flinched, his breathing steady as he avoided looking at that familiar face.

God, he hated looking at that face. He really didn't deserve him.

He just shook his head, drowning all those thoughts with water and simply smiled. "It's nothing. Just a tiring day at the office, as always."

He knew that Richard was dissatisfied with that, but he just nodded. "Well, alright." Collin thought it was over, but he felt the hand over his clamped down a bit tightly. Looking at him, Richard's smile was equally warm and worried. "But you know you can tell me anything, yeah?"

Can he? He knew deep down that talking it all out could help him, but his mind was spiraling down faster than he could think logically; he knew Richard wouldn't…wouldn't leave him, but what was there left of him that Richard liked? His former physique back when he was still a gymnast was gone, now just a flabby shadow of his former self.

And he knew Richard saw it all as well. How else would he explain the slight disinterest for sex? The slight pity in his words when he caught him looking at the mirror? The pictures of buff men on his phone, just like earlier? Logically it shouldn't even be possible, Richard was an angel and he knew that. But these little, unintended things were enough to plant the seeds of insecurity that had now bloomed into a full grown flower, now stuck to his throat.

And Richard didn't need to know that. At all. He was an angel that soothed his soul despite it all. He deserved anything but the best. And right now, that's not him.

And so, once again, he swallowed all his thoughts and smiled.

"...yeah. Don't worry, Richy."

And with that, dinner continued. Eventually, Richard resumed telling stories of his new workplace and Collin resumed stewing in his own thoughts, telling a bit of his own day once asked. At some point, Richard was talking for minutes, and Collin was able to study him, his face, his mannerisms, all those he knew already, and all he could think was that how lucky he was he hadn't left.

Collin bit off a mouthful of tender chicken meat, tapping the bone against the plate. The meat felt like lead that he was forced to swallow as punishment. His stomach dropped as his thoughts went further down, the bone tapping getting louder. If he could just…why was he such a coward and not just…

"Hmm? Oh hey, look at what you have Collin."

His downward spiral was halted when Richard leaned in close to see what's on his hands, specifically the chicken bone. He was about to ask when he realized that it was a wishbone. "Oh, this?" He was about to dismiss it, throw it away, when he saw Richard's eager face, and for the first time in a while, he outright laughed, his mood finally rising.

"What? You want to make a wish on this?"

Richard's eyes shine even brighter somehow, blushing a bit. "I mean, can we? I've only heard of it online, so I wanna try it just this one time."

Collin just sighed, a dopey smile on his face. "Fine, fine." He held the wishbone on one end and let Richard grab the other. He was looking giddy as he grabbed his phone with a clean hand, the sight of it made Collin's mood drop a bit as Richard read through the internet for the wishbone.

"Okay, so we both hold one end of the wishbone and try to break it in half. Whoever got the longer half gets their wish granted."

"That seems easy enough." Collin gripped the bone's end with his two fingers. In reality, he really didn't believe in any of this; not much of a believer of magic and wishes at all. He was pretty much just humoring him.

But, if it could really grant wishes, then…

"It is, huh? So, you got your wish ready?"

Of course. He had his wish before all this, when he looked over Richard's sleeping form that one night. He wished that he was fit again, just as athletic as he had been when Richard and him first dated.

No.

Collin clenched his jaw. At this point he wanted to be more than that, Richard deserved far better than that. He wanted to be the man of his desires. His TRUE, deep desires, the one that Richard hides even from him. The one that Richard could be happy with without any shame. It's…

It's what Richard deserves…

And at the count of three, the two men had split the bone with a loud crack, and immediately the winner was revealed.

"Well, that's that." Richard chuckled, as he held up the shorter half. "Congrats Collin! You've got the longer one!" The man who won merely waved his half of the wishbone and received a soft elbow jab from the taller man. "Guess that means you're gonna have your wish granted, right?"

"Yeah, maybe." He said with a crooked smile, spinning the bone on his hand. "Would be nice if it did."

***

The dinner went on after that, Richard's story telling continued until they finished their dinner. Collin was in charge of cleaning this time, so he fridged the rest of the chicken with the intention of making another dish with it, and then cleaned up the dishes. He was about to throw the bones away but found himself staring, holding his half of the wishbone for just a bit longer.

"'Your wish will come true', huh? If only it was that simple." He threw the bone gently before continuing his task. For now, he had to be cheerful for Richard, as always.

But tonight he can't even muster the strength to enjoy the night, even while cuddling alongside Richard. He dismissed himself early and went to the showers; the quick rinse was admittedly refreshing, just the thing he needed, though he cringed as he remembered how coldly he left his partner earlier.

But he can't help it; tonight felt so bad in particular. And one look in the mirror reminded him once more why.

His short body was just not as impressive now. His broad shoulders and once strong arms were now a bit doughy, his once defined chest and abs had been replaced with a pudgy torso; only a fraction of his strength left due to his now passive lifestyle. Even his face had become rounder, his black hair currently a just mess. Collin pinched a bit of his love handles and sighed dejectedly. He really let himself go, of course Richard would think about leaving him.

He was so focused on himself, that he didn't notice the pair of arms slowly wrapping themselves around him. He looked up and saw Richard's handsome face leaning in for a kiss, before resting their chin against his shoulder.

"Heh, you look handsome as always, babe." Richard cooed, letting his hands roam Collin's body. The shorter of the two had to try so hard not to flinch, the feeling of his hug and those hands was of both relief and shame.

He wanted it to stop, wanted him to just say he was leaving him. And yet he found himself still in his arms, even as they now lay in bed. He didn't cry like before, just basked at how warm his touch was, how much he enjoyed it despite it all.

Deep down, he didn't want him to leave but he knew it was a matter of time. All he could do was savor all the love and warmth that remained, until Richard truly got tired of him.

He sighed, closing his eyes and letting the hug consume him. Sleep now catching up to him, but a thought still managed to escape; a hopeful wish.

"I wish it was real…" Collin curled, unaware of the faint feeling inside him. "...still want to be with you…"

***

The next few days were considerably normal for Collin. At least outwardly, the usual rise and grind that seemed never-ending continued to chip away his and Richard's lives. Inside however, there was this strange sense of enlightenment; he had finally accepted his fate, and he's now just waiting for Richard to leave him rather than just wallow in sadness. In a weird way, he felt better now, like a bit of his burden was now gone.

It's still there, but he was starting to cherish everything now; the early mornings sharing coffee and toast, the walk to work and the menial tasks waiting for him there, and then those quiet nights where they're together, away from work and stress. It was, for Collin, the best thing he ever felt ever since such feelings had popped up.

There were some minor setbacks though, like his clothes being a bit tighter than he remembered or his body feeling a bit…denser? Longer? He couldn't word it right, but he shrugged it off all the same, too focused on enjoying his time with Richard as much as he could before reality stepped in to take it all back from him.

It was a bit distracting though, and as the days went on he found himself at odds with his own body; his body just felt larger, somehow. His clothes became increasingly tighter on his body, he was bumping his shoulders against shelves when that barely happened before, heavier stuff feeling a bit lighter, and his view just felt a bit elevated.

Eventually he asked Richard one day if something changed in his appearance and got a negative. "Handsome as always", he would always say.

All he could do was sigh and trudge on. Maybe his clothes just shrunk on the dryer, maybe he was gaining weight again, maybe it was the newer shoes; he didn't want to check in the mirror right now. Maybe the odd favors of lifting boxes around the office finally bore fruit, so he's happy for that if it's true. It was probably just him noticing stuff he never did before so he continued to live and enjoy Richard's temporary company.

***

That was until one night, where everything just felt a lot smaller than he thought, even more than what he was feeling before. Collin got home, a bit miffed by his weirdly tighter clothes and even by his own stuff; the chair was definitely swapped to something smaller, he mumbled to himself, remembering how it barely fit him. It's not like he grew that much, that fast. In fact, he was sure he wasn't growing at all! That's just insane to think about. So why were his clothes so small…?

He crashed out on the couch. The sound of Richard laughing brought a bit of relief to his woes before looking at the cuffs of his dress shirt. It really felt like it was smaller and shorter than it should be, and as much as he was telling himself it just shrunk, a little voice in his head was saying other things.

But…that can't be, yeah? Why now? Why would he suddenly gro–?

"Collin? I got the dinner set up! I got us some pork cutlet bowls."

"Coming." Collin sighed, shrugging off thoughts before standing up and stretching. He cringed as the fabric stretched a bit too much to be comfortable before walking over to the table. It was probably nothing, he keeps thinking. There's just no way.

But as much as he wants to deny it, he can't ignore the solid proof waiting, staring at him by the table.

"These look really good. I should probably buy more from that store." Richard commented, nodding to himself and unaware of his partner's plight.

It took Collin a few seconds, but he scooted closer, somewhat scared. The thought came back at full force, and he had no way to deny it all when he, for the first time, looked down on his lover to even meet eye to eye.

'That…can't be.' Collin thought, but it was there. He was probably a few centimeters above 6 feet tall, already a massive leap from what he was before, and it was equally disturbing and really hot. Suddenly the feeling of his clothes being tight, his office chair being small, and all the other incidents made sense. Did he…really not notice it?

Fortunately, Richard hadn't seen him yet, and so he quietly backed out and quickly went to the bathroom. "I'm just gonna clean up a bit. I'll be quick."

"Alright, don't be long."

"I won't!" Collin walked out as calmly as he could, closing the door behind him and releasing the sigh he was holding. Now, it was just him…and the reflection in the mirror, waiting for him.

"Fuck, I'm scared." He was probably just losing it, imagining it all due to him wishing for it, but he still had to check himself out. And as he stepped in front of the mirror to look at himself, really look, for the first time since that night, he couldn't believe what he saw.

What should have been a chubby, short guy looking at him was now a bulky, taller, and more handsome Collin. He checked his face first, his once roundish cheeks almost gone, accentuated by his more angular chin, giving him a manlier appearance even with the thick glasses. He was pinching his cheeks, looking at his face before his gaze went down to his body, his heaving chest stretching his shirt.

"Oh, I'm not ready." And yet curiosity won over. He quickly undressed himself, careful not to rip his shirt until he was half-naked; a bulky, athletic body, almost like an off-season boxer, was now out for him to see. His shoulders and delts had that dense, ball shape that held his thicker, more muscular arms perfectly. He turned around and saw how broad his back was, thick and slightly overshadowing his lower back with slightly deep crevices on his tan skin marking each muscle group. It was almost like a shell.

"Fuck, I'm so buff." He grabbed his right arm and squeezed it, feeling its thickness while feeling the power of the other. In the corner of his vision, he saw his pecs bounce and he just whistled at the sight of such dense pecs falling before grabbing them, feeling its firmness.

"Yeah, okay. I'm way bigger than before, probably heavier as well." His worried smile was turning full of relief and euphoria. He had to admit, he was enjoying this far more than he initially thought; he looked really handsome; his bulkiness, his new height, and even his glasses really made a perfect hunky package.

But still, how did this even happen? How did he get bigger?

He heard some knocking and Collin immediately got dressed. He looked at his reflection, staring at his shirt being stretched a bit before opening the door, revealing a smiling Richard that was now shorter than him.

"Oh, hey! Was just going to ask if you're fine?" Richard asked, unaware about his new size, or was he simply ignoring it? No, that couldn't be. "Oh, and I'm just heating up some of those extra dumplings. Thought you might like some. But again, are you good?"

"Uh, yeah…doing good." Collin said, scratching his head, purposefully flexing his arm. It was impossible that Richard didn't notice the extra bulk he had now, especially with the gun show in front of him; either he was just humoring him, or he…actually didn't know.

So Collin instead tried to be even less subtle and hugged Richard, making him feel the difference itself. The big difference in size should have alarmed him already, but so far there was no reaction. He tightened his hug, his pecs and tight arms flexing, making it more obvious that he'd grown, but Richard was merely reciprocating the hug with no panic and hesitation at all.

"Haah, you always have such strong arms, babe." Richard melted in his hug, head leaning on his broader shoulders. Collin could only reciprocate it, freezing at that statement. Did he really think that…? This doesn't make sense. And as much as Collin wanted this, this was far too surreal of a situation. How did he grow taller? How was he buffer when he never went to the gym this entire year?

…and seriously, why was Richard not noticing it?

***

He never got the answer to that question. The night simply continued on without any answer as to why he's suddenly the taller one, or why he's buffer. Collin was just shocked that Richard barely reacted, to the point that he thought it was a daydream that somehow lasted the entire day.

Except it didn't, he was still big, and he realized he had grown even bigger as the days kept coming. Every day, he found his measurements kept on rising. His bulky body had become more thick yet so defined, evolving from being a fitness model to a proper gym rat with arms close to 18 inches and a chest that jutted out a couple inches. Speaking of inches, he had grown taller as well, and the sight of Richard slowly shrinking from his view was giving him complicated feelings; if this kept up then he'll be a 7 footer in a few days, and he didn't know how to react to being such a giant.

Second, everyone in his life seemed to be unaware of his changes. It wasn't just Richard, but his office mates as well. Nobody seemed to be surprised at a bigger Collin clocking in every day. There are comments about how tall or buff he was, but all of those were not out of surprise. More like compliments that they had dished out many times. Even his IDs were changed to showcase his manlier face, alongside his height. It was like everything was changing around him.

And then came his third realization. Everything seemed so…small, with a few items being a tad too small despite the circumstances. On one hand, the apartment and the office was something that was out of his control; every day, he was getting closer to hitting his head and shoulders against the door frames. It seemed he had to learn to watch out now, but again, it was out of his control.

However, the same can't be said for his clothes. Every article of clothing he had was somehow dedicated to showing off every curve and mound of his body like a bodysuit would, with buttons always straining, sleeves filled to the brim, and so much more. He would have thought that, with everyone somehow remembering differently, his clothes would be bigger. And the thing was…they WERE. Most of his clothes were upsized every day, but it was still all so tight that the result was the same.

At least, no one's making any further comments about it…though Richard seemed really into it.

In fact, Richard was really enjoying quite a lot. He kept cooing over his size and the size difference between them, sneaking looks and even touching his clothed muscles before going to work. At night, Richard was more cuddly, even inviting him for some fun, with the once-taller man now the little spoon. It was all surreal, and even with Richard in front of him, he still can't believe it.

Collin just breathed in the scent of his shampoo. He was still reeling from it all; it felt like an extended dream, and he was scared that it'll end by tomorrow, or the next day, but…

He held this partner tighter, as if the dream's end would take him away. Whatever this was, he was glad Richard liked it.

***

Collin had woken up on a seemingly normal morning, alone and curled up in bed. He already knew Richard had an early shift, so he wasn't bothered by his absence. Still, it made this particular morning empty, a vision of what will happen once this dream ends…

"Stop that." Collin told himself. He shouldn't think of those things right now. Just enjoy it while it lasts. The large man groaned, stretching away all that sleepiness when he realized that his stretched-up legs were now slightly too long for the blanket.

"Fuck…how big am I now?" His sleepy mind slowly recalled that the blanket was around 6 and a half feet long, so he should be taller than that now. He continued doing his stretches, actually hearing his muscles groan; his back felt so wide against the bed, and his arms thicker than 20 inches bulging.

It felt a bit colder than usual, though, but all it took was one hand over his thick yet bare pecs to realize why: somehow, despite remembering he wore clothes to sleep last night, he woke up with only a tight boxers, showing off his incredibly large body.

"Ugh, am I really this big or…?" He mumbled, trying to shake off the sleepiness by flexing his arm. It was huge, thicker than anything he'd seen in his life. "I should measure myself again. Feels like I've grown more today." He groaned as he started stretching, feeling surprisingly limber despite his bulk. "Good thing I don't have any work today. I can just–"

Before he could even think of what he'd do for his break, he heard his phone ring. A weird thing in the morning, but he grabbed the phone anyway to answer, not bothering to check the name. "Hello?"

"Ah, there you are, Collin!"

Collin sat up straight, hearing a voice that he had never heard for so long; it was a bit more hoarse, more older than he remembered, but it was unmistakable. "C-coach? What's up?" He held his other questions, namely why now? After so long?

And he was glad he did so, as the man on the other side seemed confused. Collin's gut flipped in so many ways inside him as the conversation continued like nothing…like…

"Hmm? Well, no reason not to. You got training today, y'know?" The coach sounded jovial as always, just as unaware as Richard or anyone for that matter. "You doing okay there, though? We can cancel the training if you need some more hours off."

…like nothing was different.

"No! N-no, I was just sleepy. Yeah…" Collin almost immediately stood, trying to think of an excuse while ignoring everything looking smaller than it was yesterday. He leaned on the wall and unconsciously brought his arm behind his head and flexed it, bringing his biceps into hard relief as he spoke with a slightly shaky voice. "Just had a rough day yesterday, but I-I can go." A pause was needed, taking a deep breath before talking again. "I'm gonna be there in a few minutes."

"Hah! No worries, big guy! This old man can wait a bit." Despite the situation, Collin couldn't help but be at ease; he was still the same coach as ever, except now he too was calling him a big guy. He looked to the side and saw his flexed arm; in awe at the size of that muscle, yet shocked about it being here in the first place. He brought it down and coughed a bit before the coach continued. "I'll be here waiting then. Just text me if you wanna cancel, you hear me?"

"Aye, coach." He sighed as he hung up. He leaned his head on the wall, the thought of him going back to training made him light-headed. Just like everything else, he really didn't know why this was even happening, but he wasn't complaining at the slightest. This was his chance to be the perfect man, and he won't ruin it. Not this time.

Collin looked down, braving through the vertigo to look at his decent pec shelf, now partially blocking the floor. With growing confidence, he brought his arms down for a full body flex to psyche himself up, growling like a beast appropriate for his hulking body. "Yeah! Haah…yeah…" He let the pose go, feeling the rush leave him, leaving him breathless.

It was then he remembered he had training to go to, for the first time in years. "Yeah…alright, time to go."

He took his time getting used to his size, doing simple motions and flexes before taking heavy strides towards the bathroom. He watched the doorframe almost hit his head before he crouched down a bit, shuffling sideways due to his broadness. Collin just chuckled, measuring himself against the frame once more, he's definitely over 6 and a half foot tall now.

"I can't believe this is normal for me now." He always imagined himself having the same tall guy problems Richard had, but not to this extent; soon he'll be having more problems like this. It didn't help that he was built like a brick shithouse, practically bulkier than any gymnast he'd seen. He wondered how he'll even do some of his old routines considering he was already having difficulties reaching his back, but he'll just go with the flow.

Speaking of, the shower was certainly a challenge now. He had to crouch down since the shower head is now lower. He could feel his back crack, making him cringe from the sound.

"A bit of stretching could solve this." He thought as he finished off, using a massive towel to dry himself off before sorting through his clothes. As always, the ones he found were somehow upsized yet small enough to fit him too perfectly. This time however, he found some familiar clothing mixed in with his work and casual clothes.

"Well, I guess it makes sense." He said as he held up a stringer top that…really hid nothing important. He even found some gymnast tights and leotards; of course, now that he's training again, he'll have some training clothes, but he was hoping for some…less revealing clothes.

In the end, he grabbed the tights, wearing some loose shorts above it while he settled with a black compression shirt that really gave him a more than flattering image. He practically cringed when he looked at the mirror. He looked like a bodybuilder going to a yoga class which…isn't that far from reality.

"Well, not much I can do." He really looked too bulky to be a gymnast, not to mention his height. There's a reason almost all gymnasts are short and relatively lithe, the proportions just make it easier to move and bend around. But now he's the opposite of that: incredibly bulky, dense, and now over a foot taller than he needed to be. He'll just have to wing it.

He sighed; he was still so apprehensive about this. It felt like a dream that's close to the end at this point, but no better way to ease this feeling and doubt than to go. "Alright. Time to go see the coach."

***

One thing that he had to admit he liked with his new size was the way he loomed over people. He was so used to being the shorter guy that the sight of everyone's head below him was so surreal. Eyes were on him due to his massiveness, and he couldn’t help but be a bit embarrassed. He knows it's gonna be even worse as the days go by, but…

He honestly could get used to this.

After trusting his gut on where the place was, Collin finally arrived at the awe-inspiring gymnasium; he heard of the place before, but this was his first time entering. Sadly, he was too nervous to admire the size of the place, fists clenched while preparing himself to meet with the old coach after so many years.

"I can do this. Just stay calm, Collin. Ask no questions and just play along." He hyped himself up, slapping his cheeks before entering. The lobby was quite impressive and he could hear shouts and grunts coming from within, but his eyes focused on a figure that was older, weaker yet so familiar. He was about to call out when the old man turned around and smiled, as if he's not seeing someone after a long time.

"Ah, there you are, big guy! Thought you'd bail out on us!" The coach walked towards him, looking just as Collin remembered. Maybe a bit pudgier and his hair was graying, but it has been years since he'd seen him. The coach slapped his arms quite hard, something that Collin barely felt, before looking up.

Collin can't help but smirk at the size difference between them now; the old man wasn't tall as Richard, standing at a respectable 5 foot 10, but just like Richard, Collin now loomed over him easily.

And just like Richard, he also didn't react violently to a bigger Collin.

"Glad you can make it though. You ready for some training?"

Collin could only sigh, nodding along. "Always, coach."

What came next was almost a nostalgia trip for him. The stretches, the routine, the sounds of hands and feet thumping on the mats and the beam. It made him smile wide, the first in a long while. As he figured earlier, his towering height and bulky muscles didn't help, but he was still able to do feats of mobility that would have been hard for a man of his stature. Really, it was a surprise that he was this flexible, like he wasn't years out of practice. It was kind of scary, to be honest.

"Then again, all of this was scary." He mumbled, taking a break from the sidelines, with a water bottle on his hand and his shirt draped over his brawny shoulder. This growth, everyone acting like it was normal and now…this; the fact he got to be an athlete again after so long was a miracle, and he was living in it now. He almost felt…undeserving of it all.

He sighed, taking a big drink of water as he rolled his shoulders. He had his eyes focused on someone on the beams when he heard a conversation happening just beside him.

"Yeah, been thinking about dinner. I'm so tired of getting pizza and fries."

"You shouldn't be eating pizza in the first place. The coach told you to be on an all-protein diet so you should be eating something like chicken breast instead."

"Dude, why the breast? It's so bland and it's just white meat and bones, it's so bland. Maybe if…"

"Bones…?" Collin heard enough to get his mind going, the bottle on his hand getting crushed by his clenched fist as he went back to that night. The bone, the chicken, the wish. The wish he had back then. The wish that he thought would just be a joke, but…maybe…

No way, right? That couldn't be real, it was probably just a fluke. Still, he couldn't get that thought out of his mind, a bit distracted on his training up until he was dismissed by the coach. He only grunted goodbye, hearing something about training next week before he left. Even the sight of people being small against him didn't distract him, and it continued until he was laying down on the sofa, flexing his arm languidly as the thought swam around his head.

"...the wishbone. Was that wish real?" It certainly explains a lot, and he didn't know what to think of it. He wished to be Richard's dream man, his true desires come to life. And somehow it was happening. He was taller, he was buffer, he was a gymnast once more, things that weren't true before that.

"But not anymore, yeah?" That one thought was like a lifeline now. He sat up, staring at his wish-grown frame, watching the sinews and muscle fibers dance for his every breath, feeling his long, sturdy legs that felt so out of reach.

He was far bigger than his old self, just like…just like Richard wanted.

"Right, just like he wanted." That means he'll stay by his side now, yeah? He won't leave him now. Collin sighed, a bit of weight off from his shoulders, but it was replaced with an odd feeling he'll just discard as always. His smile never reached his ears, but that was fine.

This was what he wanted, right?

He sat there for a few more minutes before he busied himself, cleaning the house, getting used to crouching through doors, and even looking over his clothes, before working on their dinner. It was just a simple meal, but the smile he got from the newly-arrived Richard was enough to send his heart aflutter.

"This looks amazing, Collin." Richard's hug was just as tight and warm, and yet for Collin it was awkward; he was taller than him by at least half a foot, and his arms were thick enough to rival Richard's lanky thighs, so he was fumbling around to give him a good hug. Still, Collin melted in his grasp, letting that warm feeling fester even as the dinner ended, even as they sat and watched some shows, and even as they now lay in bed, his handsome partner sleeping.

Collin could only smile, brushing off the hair covering his face. He knew nothing, yet it was for the better. If he has to grow into a giant for him, just for him not to leave, then he will. "I'll be the best man you could ever have, Richard." He whispered, kissing his face gently.

He was rewarded with a grumbling Richard, who rolled over to the other side. Collin was a bit hesitant, but he wrapped Richard with his arms from behind, his larger frame enveloping him. He tightened his hold, as if to make sure he won't leave before closing his eyes, still mumbling. "…you deserve it all…"

***

He stated it before, promised it to a sleeping Richard, even, but he found himself constantly having to get used to a larger, buffer body every day; the growth just keeps coming over the next few days. Doorframes barely fit him, having to crouch and enter sideways.

And then he got a new enemy, hallways and elevators. Entering one made him feel claustrophobic with how broad his shoulders are now, and he knew there will come a time that he'll have to take the stairs going to his office instead of the elevator; he already took up as much space and weight as at least 3 or 4 people now. And he's still growing.

It was to the point that even Collin constantly questioned if Richard really liked this much size in a man. And he certainly did; his towering frame reached 6 foot 10 one day, decorated with incredibly thick muscles that made him over 450 pounds of muscle and Richard was still swooning over him. It seems like he really wanted a giant man looming over him, and the wish certainly granted that request as he kept growing larger and larger.

"Fuck…I'm the biggest guy I've ever seen now." He mumbled, looking at the muscle beast hunched over the sink. It felt like his growth was getting faster now, and now he was getting a bit of body hair as well. He rubbed his squarer chin, feeling the scruffy beard as he sighed. "I really am no match for the old me, huh?" He ruefully smiled. Still, he was liking what he was looking at, so he kept this going, just as long as Richard was satisfied.

Pretty much the only one dissatisfied with his size was the coach. Apparently, the wish didn't take into account how his dense muscles would affect his gymnast career; with thick limbs and a barrel-sized torso, he was fumbling around his routine more and more. He couldn't help but chuckle when the coach told him to stop gaining mass, as if he could do anything with it; that's not even considering that his schedule doesn't even have any gym time, so his muscles are just naturally growing in this reality.

Still, it was a worry for him. He somehow found himself back to being unable to do his routine, this time for being too musclebound. He tried not to let it get to him, but the growth being constant and out of his control was making it harder.

He was wondering how he'll solve this when, one night, he felt an itch on his back. He tried to reach back, mountain of a bicep grinding against his face, but it was no use. He was just too thick.

Richard, on the other hand, was enjoying the sight of him having trouble, and would have stayed when Collin glared at him for help. The smaller of the two immediately stood up to run behind him, little hands over his…hairy back? Dang, he didn't even realize he was a lot fuzzier now.

"Where's the itch, babe? Kinda need an estimate considering how broad your back is."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Richy." Collin retorted, but he couldn't help but flex his back at that statement, relishing his reaction. "Around the left shoulder…close…there we go." His pecs bounced as he felt those hands climb up and started scratching his itch, sighing as he melted on his seat. "Thanks, babe. Been having a hard time reaching things with these muscles."

"No problem! It's the least I could do." Richard continued scratching for him, the tiny fingers barely making a dent on his boulder-like shoulders, a free hand exploring the complex topology of that back.

"Not gonna lie, now I'm curious how your practices are going. I mean, that was hot, but you must be having a hard time."

Collin just sighed. Of course he found this hot, he almost said, but he just smirked, setting aside that comment.

"I mean, I can do all that stretching in bed, y'know?" Collin felt the slap hitting his thick back and just chuckled.

"Well, you can come along when you have a day off. Nice to have someone cheering for me there." As if no one was, he was sure everyone's eyes were on him every time. The coach excluded, of course.

Still, that got him thinking about how hot it would be to have him be so flexible despite all of his thick muscles. But the wish probably wasn't that strong. Sure, it was changing reality, keeping the status quo intact, but probably not strong enough to do that.

So, of course, he woke up the next day bigger, and realized that the wish was just THAT strong.

"This is the weirdest thing so far." He stood in front of a larger bathroom mirror, all 7'5" of hulking, hairy muscle. He adjusted his slightly cooler glasses, making sure to study each dense mound of hirsute mass from head to toe before reaching over his back.

Normally he would already have a hard time, but he could feel his joints adjusting, twisting a bit further just to achieve such a menial yet hard task for him. He could see his thick arm bend, the dense muscles shifting and grinding as he touched the middle of his back, something that he shouldn't be able to reach, yet…

"Okay, I can do that now. Cool." He carefully shuffled out of the bathroom, still reeling from his discovery. He barely noticed the apartment itself being bigger. He should have been dragging his head against the ceiling by now, but he'll take that small relief.

The giant, hairy hulk sat down on the couch, hearing it groan as Richard prepared coffee for them. He looked over his arms, twisting them as far as he could and cringing as it twisted a bit farther than natural. It was hot seeing the twisted muscle fibers but it was…weird.

And then he looked over his legs, his quads like jutting cliffs of hirsute muscle flexing from the little movement of his legs. With a stupid idea, he grabbed his ankle and lifted his leg all the way to his head. He was unable to fully place his heel on his nape, but it was close, which shouldn't even be possible with his thickness. He could feel his pecs and thighs grinding for space, alongside a pair of brown eyes staring at him.

"Enjoying the view, babe?"

"You know I do." Richard answered, and Collin sighed as he dropped his leg down. So he's now so flexible he can do more than his usual stuff. No problem, sure.

The information sent him reeling however, even as he continued to work. He was practically hunched down on his cramped cubicle, typing away with his huge fingers as the thoughts persisted even at work. How did it change all so suddenly? He was only growing before, but now he was more flexible somehow? Was it…

Every hair on his body raised up at a growing realization. Was it because he was getting too thick, so to keep the status quo of being a gymnast, the wish gave him…this? Was the wish changing? That's when it hit him. Richard. Yesterday with their little talk, he found the idea of seeing him and his thick muscles bending really hot. Did his true desires change, with the wish just following along?

If it is, then…

"Fuck."

He stood up from his cubicle and trudged through the narrow hallways to go to the break room, hunched over the sink with arms leaning on it gently. It made sense why the growth was continuing. Even at his towering height of over 7 feet, Richard is just used to it, so he wants more.

And of course, the next day he would want more again. It keeps going.

Collin sighed as he stood up straight, looking over his incredibly fitting dress suit with buttons barely holding on from his massive bulk, the floor looking so far away from him. He wanted to be angry, to feel something about this situation; he was basically destined not to satisfy Richard, and yet…

…he wanted to check how far this would go. The wish had to work extra hard to keep him being a gymnast, even with his muscles, and now he wants to see it keep going. Was it purely out of curiosity? Was he also enjoying being a bigger, more flexible guy? Or was it because…?

"Babe, can you do that leg raise again?" Richard pleaded while laying on him, his hands brushing his dense, hairy pecs. Collin just stared at that handsome, pleading face and just smiled. He sat up with Richard curled against his torso and raised his leg, just like he did the morning before. The awe, the declaration of arousal, the fun they had after.

He knew it was all for him. And he'll continue to do so till he's satisfied. He deserves as much…

***

He knew that being above 7 feet tall was huge, looming, and overwhelmingly large, but to be at that height himself with all this added mass, it was like he was living in a world of tinies.

The apartment and the office's ceilings were thankfully adjusting, but he still had to shuffle his bulk across narrow hallways and smaller doors. His cubicle was spacious, but still not enough for him, having to fold his legs trying to fit himself on the biggest office chair and in front of the biggest desk he'd seen, with barely any success.

And some weird things had begun to happen as well, or more so that he noticed it. He found himself bathed in sunlight most of the time, casually hitting poses, and even getting wet at the right places from an unknown source of water. All of it making him look sexier than ever. He felt like he was constantly in some kind of risqué commercial. He had a feeling this was the wish's fault, maybe to further enhance his good looks.

Really, with the way the wish was working hard to make it all happen, he was afraid reality would just collapse and his co-workers would just wake up and scream at the massive, hairy man hunched down on the corner of the break room. That didn't happen, but the comments about his physique, his athleticism, and his massive frame was starting to make him blush. They were getting a bit too graphic at some points.

The only saving grace was the gymnasium. The space was more than fine unless he grew into a 50 foot tall giant, and despite the comments about his physique, it felt more appropriate to have them here. It helped that the coach was really training him hard, saying that he needs to keep his form as an Olympic medalist.

Collin almost shrugged all of it, until he went home and saw a shelf he didn't know existed sitting in the bedroom, housing medals and trophies that he was sure weren't there before; he was good before but not THIS good. It was true though, most of his routines were now professional level despite his impossible size, it just didn't occur to him that even that was improving.

And of course, that's not all that's improving. Every day he found himself bigger than he was yesterday, his frame reaching heights and thickness that he didn't think was possible. He looked like the biggest bodybuilder there ever is, and he knew he was still growing. Massive, almost 40 inch arms, a chest that were the size of two barrels, legs thicker than steel drums, and his tan skin now becoming hairy.

So fucking hairy.

"What is it this time, Richard?" Collin mumbled to himself, brushing through the thicker patches of hair around his body. It makes him so manly, so sexy and it wouldn't be a problem if the hair wasn't cream colored, which is the weirdest thing since his hair is supposed to be black.

Or at least, that's what he expected, but he curiously checked his hair, ignoring how his biceps, delts, and forearms fought for space. He brushed his hairy mitt over and saw his black hair turning into gold from the roots itself. "Well, Richard did want me to dye my hair back then…"

He had to admit, though. He looked really good like this. The hair around his body was making him even more overbearing, but he himself was getting used to that, something that somehow HE had to catch up on considering everyone else is used to having his massive ass around. Still, he looked nice, hot even.

Besides, what he thinks about himself isn't important, anyway. What's important was…

"You like me really hairy, huh?" Collin mumbled, eyeing the small Richard that was hugging his hairy arm; a tiny hand kept brushing the bush of cream fur over his armpit as he had his arms raised for him.

The 8 foot muscle giant just sighed, adjusting his crossed legs better. He was used to sitting on the floor at this point, and it gave him the arousing sight of his 6 foot tall lover just barely taller than him, even while standing up.

Richard merely hugged his lover's side, kissing him before returning to worshiping his size "Hehe, yeah. Honestly, I don't mind you being really furry."

"Really now." Collin smirked, but decided not to worry. At this point, he really has no right to complain about whatever's gonna happen to him. Besides, he thought, his insane flexibility was probably the worst the wish could deal to him. He sighed as they prepared for bed, taking up most of the space as Richard curled against his massive body, his feet on the ground. He wondered when this wish would give him a new bed, but right now he was just happy to keep going.

Even as the night went on, and he felt absolutely itchy all over, he ignored it. It was probably more patches of hair, maybe growing thicker.

He should have at least checked it out, but right now, he was peacefully sleeping with Richard.

***

He had learned quickly not to scream every time a new change happened. It was a lesson he learned and quickly applied when he found out he was now taller than Richard, when he heard the coach once again on a call, when he found out about his unnatural flexibility, and he knew it will keep being a lesson in the near future.

He didn't realize that the near future was right now.

Waking up, he already could see the glaring problem in front of him. Something on his face was sticking out, a yellow, solid something. He was about to grab it when his blurry vision didn't see just a hand but a…hairy talon.

Not just hair, but actually covered in fur.

"...!" Collin closed his mouth shut, or at least what he still thought was a mouth was. He ignored the little click that he heard, and especially the ruffling of…something by his back.

Collin relaxed, taking deep breaths to not disturb Richard. Just one at a time. He can look at himself fully later. First off, his…hands.

He brought both hands, now talons, in front of him, staring at the sharp claws, going down to the golden fur running from his wrists going to his elbows, and he could see from his limited vision that his whole body is now covered in cream colored fur, his overbearing pecs, his massive deltoids, everything. His furry hands moved up, feeling the short fur over the veiny muscles of his upper arms before moving to his pecs, now a veritable shelf of dense, furry muscles. Fuck, he had to check out how huge he was, but not right now. Baby steps.

After that, it was now time for this…yellow thing. His hands turned shaky as he hovered it over this thing. He was ignoring the signs, the feeling of it opening and closing, his tongue wiggling inside; he just doesn't want to believe, but one feel of it made him surrender to the fact. It was…a beak.

His beak.

He now has a fucking beak.

"Richard, what the fuck…" He mumbled, aware of the tiny guy snuggling close to him. He looked at him, sleeping peacefully, thankfully just cuddling. He quietly shimmied out of the bed, standing up fully and once again ignoring the ruffling behind him.

He looked back and, once he confirmed that his lover was still sleeping, quietly lumbered inside the bathroom, having to hunch as usual. Did Richard like seeing him hunch over doorways? It was a constant, he thought.

Once the door was closed, he let out the breath that he was holding in, hand clenching his furry chest to steady his erratic heartbeats. He could see the mirror and the beginnings of his reflection, and he just took deeper breaths first.

"Fuck, okay…let's see what I've become." It took him a few seconds to move, and another couple seconds to finally see the…literal beast that he became.

It was so much to look at already, both in size and…number of changes. So he went one by one, just like earlier, starting from what he already knew. He was absolutely fucking massive, shoulders as broad as some people are tall, arms thicker than trees and his quads even more so, and all of it covered in cream colored fur.

He was happy for once that he wore nothing because he was able to look everywhere. Forget being a bodybuilder, he was a fucking superhero with his exaggerated physique. He'll have to check if he still has his flexibility, but he already knew the answer to that.

He then went on to the minute details of his body, like how his eyes were now a bright blue color, or how his hair had become shorter, swept to the side and colored the same gold as his forearms, or how he had a much deeper timbre to the point he could feel the earth rumbling. Seriously, he didn't know voices can go this deep.

He was about to inspect his…his wings when he saw a lion's tail thrashing behind him. He managed to test his current flexibility by grabbing his tail, feeling the base just above his massive ass. But it made him wonder. Bird wings, a lion tail, where have he heard that before?

"Wait…am I a gryphon?" It makes sense. A bird head and a furry, lion body. The immense muscles and towering height was certainly not a thing, but the elements were there. Now that he thought about it, he vaguely remembers Richard liking them before; he had a short phase just gushing about them so he knew a bit, but he didn't realize his love had reached this level.

He finally looked at his wings. The feathers look incredibly shiny and healthy, and with a curious thought, he willed his strong wings to flap, creating a powerful gust of wind around the bathroom. He stopped when he saw the bottles blown away, everything was, really. Collin just stared at his wings with newfound respect and smirked. "That's…kinda cool, actually." He admitted. He could probably fly using these, but now was not the place and time to do so.

It was still early morning, and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, so he exited the bathroom and decided to prepare some early breakfast. All the while trying to get used to his new body. He moved around his larger apartment, seeing furniture small and big decorate their living space. He gently started the coffee maker, his one hand able to crush the little thing.

With bread on the toaster and coffee getting ready, he moved around the furniture and started doing some stretches and even some complex bending. He was testing his body's flexibility, making sure he's still the Olympic medal gymnast that he apparently was, and on one hand, he still was.

On the other hand, he was now so flexible that he could now do feats that should be impossible, even if he didn't have the massive musculature. He was able to twist his forearms to an absurd degree, twist his arms and legs around due to now being double-jointed, and even try to be a furry, muscle pretzel with his legs over his head and arms in between. He could feel his joints popping unnaturally, and while it was almost horrific, it was also really hot.

Especially as Richard found him in this exact position. Collin merely smirked, his blue eyes sparkling. "Hey there, babe. Coffee and toast should be ready."

It took a while for him to get untangled, but soon he found himself carrying his partner, sitting on his forearm. He looked so giddy as he brushed his fur, complimenting his physique and flexibility. Collin could only sigh, not used to being peppered by such compliments by him. In a way, he felt just as bitter as his coffee; all he needed for all this was to change, was to not be himself, to be someone or something else entirely

But that's fine. Collin was just as Richard dreamed of now, and he'll keep being the man of his dreams even if…even if…

Collin shuddered at that, not able to finish that thought, simply running away to the comforts of his partner.

***

The mornings were always important to Collin, but even more now that he has changed into a gryphon. The battles he fought against the showers, doorways, and clothes were becoming fierce rumbles due to his growing size, and being a gryphon certainly doesn't help. He wouldn't know about preening until Richard reminded him about it.

Clothes were the same as always; either his clothes were too tight and somehow didn't rip apart from his unintentional flexing, or too revealing to the point it felt better to just go naked. What differed now were the additions to accommodate his gryphon body. His shirts were now open from the back to make way for his wings, and his pants had a little hole for his tail. "I could never get used to this." He mumbled, looking at his reflection, still not used to going to work so underdressed.

Speaking of work, there was a big change that happened, at least in his perspective. The first floor's ceilings were now higher, and of course his office was now there. Everything from his desk to his computer were upsized just enough for him to use, but not so much that he wasn’t still constantly bent over and struggling using it all, but nothing he wasn't used to at this point.

Everyone certainly wasn't surprised having a gryphon coworker, and that transferred to his gymnastics training. He had to learn how to fold his wings tight to properly do a quadruple somersault, but it was doable.

Which was surreal considering how hyper muscular he is. His muscles were looking thicker and bigger every day. He flexed in front of the gymnasium mirror, did a few poses, and watched as his entire musculature swelled to an absurd degree, before trying to reach over his shoulders. His entire limb twisted, his unnatural, double-jointed elbows popping just to reach over the chasm between the two sides of his back muscles…and failing.

"Knew it. Something's got to give." Collin mumbled, looking over his 8-and-a-half-foot tall body that weighed almost a ton of pure muscle. The gryphon was beginning to feel rigid again, and not just because of being out of practice.

He was hauling near 70-inch arms, for god's sake. It doesn't matter if he had triple joints or unnatural flexibility, all of it was worthless if his muscles alone could fill out any room. "I wonder what's the wish gonna do now."

He was admittedly scared. The last few times he got blindsided, it granted him double-jointedness, and the gryphon transformation. He was fearing what'll happen again, fearing what he needed to get used to for his partner.

Especially since he could feel something else, a sore spot just below his arms and pecs that has been growing for a while.

"Thanks a lot for this, babe." Collin mumbled as he felt Richard doing his best to massage the sore spot under his pecs. The massive gryphon was sitting on the floor of their apartment. He's using the couch as a backrest as Richard gleefully worked on the soreness of his body, especially under his pecs and arms.

"You know you can tell me if you're feeling sore, right? I might not be strong, but I could still massage you like this." Richard scolded, slapping the massive left tit of his gryphon lover. He was straddling Collin's broad waist, hands kneading his giant lover's furry muscles.

"I know..." Collin just sighed, looking down to see his babe work. He hovered a furry hand over him before grabbing him easily, massaging him as well. It might be because of the mood, but he let a thought slip out from his beak. "Just…wanna keep training to be the best I can be for you."

"I mean, you're already the best for me, babe."

'Then why am I still changing?', he wanted to ask, but he already knew the answer to that. He wordlessly cursed how specific he was back then, but it was fine, especially for moments like this; moments where Richard was happily with him, rather than…

He shook his head, his arms raised up and instinctively flexing them. He rather not think about it, and just focus on his lover's tiny hands kneading his firm muscles, the muscles that were too thick for his training. He didn't know what would happen, but it'll probably be a small thing.

Maybe. Hopefully.

***

But of course, who was he to have a say to such things? In the end, he was at the mercy of his lover's true desires. Just as he intended, just as he desired. And he was now facing such consequences as he eyed his reflection the next morning, almost breathless, his blue eyes losing its luster.

"...fuck. This is…" His throat felt parched all of a sudden as he backed away, his tail thrashing behind him. HIs eyes moved down slowly, looking at pecs the size of yoga balls each, making way for such strong shoulders and car-crushing arms. He raised his monstrous right arm, moving his fingers first before raising his left arm as well…it seems normal so far.

But then he looked even lower, to the second pair of pecs and arms that somehow appeared in between his first set and his tree-thick waist. A new segment to his already oppressively huge torso. He felt his tail wrap around his concrete-breaking leg as he moved his fingers on those arms, twisted his wrists, before raising them up alongside his first pair, even flexing them both.

He could feel the muscles grinding against each other, his two sets of pecs bouncing and stretching. And as hot as this was, he was already dreading having to get used to having two sets of upper torsos and the rest that he knew for a fact would follow.

And the worst part was that he knew, deep down, that there was another new thing.

With so much hesitation, he brought his two left arms to the side and…twisted them together, elbows interlocking with each other before he stopped. This should be his limit, the natural limit for everyone, and yet…he urged his left arms to keep going, and somehow it managed to stretch visibly.

His limbs groaned, barely losing any thickness even as they contorted, bending like rubber hoses. It looked like he had no bones at all as his left arms now looked like a rope, two muscular cords twisted together like it was nothing.

Despite how…horrified and somehow aroused he was, he pulled the twisted limb farther, and it stretched like rubber, more and more until he was able to touch the wall that was a few meters away from him.

"Oh, fuck me." He whispered, looking down at his body with the same expression. With ease, he twisted his neck by 360 degrees, his muscular pillar of a neck easily contorting until he faced the mirror once more, now with a grim smile.

"Fuck, when Richard meant 'flexibility', I don't think he meant like actual rubber."

Collin uncoiled himself, bringing himself back to his 'normal' form, his face a bit grim that he thought. It was too much to get used to, and it was honestly breaching to almost horror territory.

First of all, his…new limbs. Sadly, he knew about those a long while ago, a memory of him catching Richard searching for some fetish art revolving multiple limbs. He knew it was coming, and so he was at least prepared.

The stretchiness was different. He had already noted how his flexibility, unnatural or not, was becoming useless due to his growing muscles. So was this the magic trying to force him to keep that wish true? Richard likes it, so it must be maintained, or did his true desires mutate as reality keeps normalizing his unnatural flexibility, up to this point?

He didn't know, and at this point, was he allowed to question it? He'll just accept it all with no problem, grit his teeth and get used to it as always. Because…because…

"Hah, this is the life. Thanks again for this." Richard swooned in his furry, meaty cocoon, practically melting as cables of mass thicker than trees surround him. The source came from the kitchen, a disgruntled Collin who was still reeling from all of this. It just wasn't enough that he was a 11 foot tall, two ton hulking gryphon, he has to have extra arms and a hyper-elastic body as well. He just had a broken smile as he prepared the two cups of coffee with his other pair. As he stretched his arm to give the coffee to his partner, he just gave a sad smirk.

"Well, of course. I'm yours." He said, and that was now at least true. He was his dream man, and the more he changed, the more it became real.

The more he changed, the more he wished this was still a dream.

***

It was like a whirlwind had passed in his mind, the days kept speeding by, punctuated by more and more additions to his body. Of course his four arms and pecs, and his elasticity wasn't enough, he still needs to be bigger.

He had reached 13 feet so easily in a few days, weighing a couple tons of pure muscle as he sauntered towards work with clothes that showed off every little detail of his body. His elastic limbs were at least useful, stretchy arms able to traverse inside the building with ease, and even attend meetings with his head sticking out through the window.

14 feet came in, and he gained another tail, another set of eyes. He was grateful he got a pair of glasses for that pair as he lifted a few engines overhead for the boss; he didn't know why, he just did. His strength was unhindered by his elasticity.

Another day came, and another pair of arms, pecs, and eyes appeared. His upper torso looked like a cliff face with boulder-like pecs jutting out of his torso. He didn't even realize he strangely had no work that day, his mind was just filled with heavy fog just trying to get used to it all.

It was so hot, yet so haunting seeing himself change every single day. He wouldn't be surprised if he sprouted another head one day; thankfully that hadn’t happened yet, but having another tail and a pair of wings was close to that feeling.

And yet Collin kept persevering, kept on taking more and more, and he was rewarded by the sweet smile of his partner enjoying his new parts for every single thing; he would wrap around his body with his thick, elastic limbs, carry him around like a toy, and snug warmly against his tiny body. Collin would always smile seeing Richard happy, and yet it never reached his ears.

It was just too much, and yet he never said anything, only smiling for his Richard. He deserved it all, that's what he kept thinking.

***

However, sometimes even the strongest and the most dedicated would break someday, and today was his.

Collin stared wordlessly at his reflection, taking in his new pair of arms and pecs that merely made his upper torso higher. He gained the habit of twisting his limbs into knots mindlessly as he stared at his face.

"That's another pair of eyes." He muttered. It was weird how much his face never looked so cramped, still naturally handsome, yet so huge. He had to be over 18 feet tall now, and his body mass was close to 5 tons. "And I'll get…even bigger, I guess."

He flinched at his own disinterest, merely exiting the bathroom to sulk on the bed. He was waiting for his boss to call him, after a little discussion they had yesterday…or was it a few days ago? He couldn't tell. Time just sped by just trying to maneuver around his changes.

"Maybe I should call him." He willed his fourth left arm to grab the phone, stretching and twisting to the living room before looking around his contacts, and finding…

…no one. Not even a single name besides Richard.

"What? That can't be. I got it all saved." He looked over, even restarting the device, but still nothing. His gut tightened, his mind starting to fray away as he searched his messages, his schedule, anything. But he found nothing, not a trace of his job, his training, it was like…

"Fuck!" He looked a bit closer, checked his social media, and the gnawing feeling grew just as rapidly as he did in these past few months. There was nothing at all left from his life, all of his activities were all with Richard, Richard, Richard. Like he was…obsessed.

"...fuck. No…I'm not…" Was he not, though? Isn't that what the wish was for? To be Richard's dream man? And now he got it all, and all it took was for him to change, be unrecognizable, to have life itself change around him, to align his entire life to one person alone.

This was…definitely not what he wanted.

"This is…fuck. I should…" Collin gulped, his entire hulking frame shivering, shaking. The feelings and thoughts that were buried away by all these additions just keep coming back, and there truly was no other way to calm them all down. No one to talk to, no one to be here with him…except…

…except…

"...Richard." The realization struck him, causing his shaking body to freeze. He had his wings wrapped around him, tails thrashing about. Of course. He should have just…talked to him, told him everything. It wouldn't have reached this point if he just…but what should he say? What should he tell him? Everything?

The gryphon sighed, slowly relaxing, his head down.

"Yeah, everything."

He sighed, stretching his arms so far that it touched the walls, then let it ricochet until his entire room was filled with thick, dense, stretchy tree-like limbs. He was angry at himself; why did it take him this long to realize that?

But he shouldn't focus on that right now. Now, he had to plan how to reveal it to him. And what better way than with how it all started, with a little special dinner.

Collin stood up to his full height, retracting his limbs and taking deep breaths. He needed to do this, if not for him, then for Richard.

He deserved it.

***

Collin took his time to prepare, his nerves practically bouncing as he cleaned up the apartment, using his multiple, stretchy limbs to help. He ordered a fancy dinner from the nearest restaurant, set up the table and even lit up some candles for the atmosphere. It felt like that one night he confessed his love to him, except this time it was more…somber? Would Richard even believe him? Would Richard leave him?

These were his thoughts as he heard the door open. He switched off the light and let the apartment drown in darkness, and just in time, for Richard to enter.

"Uh, did we not pay the bills? Woah!" Richard saw the elaborate set in, the table dressed up with his massive gryphon waiting for him. He just chuckled, adjusting his tie as he sat down across the gryphon. "What's the occasion, babe?"

"Nothing much. Just something I thought of." Collin softly smirked as the dinner date immediately started. He made sure to keep him satisfied, butter him up by serving dinner and water, even some sparkling wine. He made sure to keep him happy, the same thing he wanted ever since, and at that point he realized just what he wanted.

He just…wanted him to be happy with him, to be together even if…he was not as handsome as he was. He didn't deserve him, but he wanted to. Collin, with all his additions, basked in the silence this night gave him. He wanted to…to just…

"Are you ok?"

Collin flinched as he looked down at Richard, those beautiful brown eyes, that handsome, gentle face contorting into worry. He would have faced away from that face before, but now, more than ever, he wanted to face it head on. Like he needed to, way before all this.

"You're worried about something, right?"

He felt a hand over his, so tiny, so soft, yet held so much power over him. Numerous blues stared at the man in front of him as he tried to speak. To say something. Anything.

But Richard, God he didn't deserve him, asked the one question he needed.

"You can talk about it, you know?"

"I…I do, yeah." Collin cawed, his beak clicking as he grabbed that tiny hand and enveloped it into his. His many blue eyes shone as he slowly asked. "Will you…hear me out, Richard? Please?"

"Of course, Collin. Always."

And that was enough for him to finally say anything. From his growing insecurities, to the magical wish that turned him into this. How much he dreaded waking up without him by his side, and how much he tried to settle into his many changes. He was rambling, his wings and three tails thrashing behind him, and all Richard did was listen, listen to his strong man who'd been taking it all for himself, even if he's here for him, always, ever since.

Richard chuckled. He was in love with a damn coward, but Collin was his coward.

"I…I'm sorry." Collin's throat felt dry. He'd never talked like that for so long, and he was scared that Richard would just laugh it all off. "It's probably not that believable, but I…"

Instead, what he got was a well needed hug, lanky arms barely wrapping around his torso. No words were needed, it was enough of a confirmation for him as he melted underneath his loving touch, tears forming on his many eyes.

"Richard, I…"

"I'm sorry, Collin." Richard said, slowly climbing over to face him. Collin could barely look away. That handsome face had never changed, but he could see differently now; it was always a loving smile, always showing affection over him. Collin accepted the gentle kiss on his beak as the man he loved so much whispered as tenderly as he could, his voice of…regret? But….

"I'm sorry for not noticing…everything." Collin opened his beak, but was stopped. "Even if reality changed, I should have noticed something. Why didn't I keep asking when you were down? When you keep telling yourself it's fine? I should have…should have been there with you, telling you that…I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

"No it's…not your fault…it's…please, I…" Collin stifled a cry, teary eyes trying to focus on that handsome face; there were so many questions he wanted to ask yet it was hard to utter a single word. He felt a gentle hand against his face, and it was enough for him to utter a single question among many. "You…might not remember it, but it was when we had that fancy chicken weeks ago. I…saw a poster on your phone. What…what was that for?"

"P-poster? Hold on…" It took a while for Richard to remember, but once he did, he hugged his gryphon even tighter, an embarrassed smile on his face. "O-oh, that. It…was a poster for some beginner gymnastics classes. It was something I've been eyeing for a while because I've been…wanting to try it because of you, maybe even practice together. It was gonna be a surprise, even."

"Y-you do?" Collin was taken back, tears flowing down his cheeks. The reason was definitely different now from before though, so why was he eyeing a gymnastics class?

He was probably thinking about it too much but, was Richard planning to surprise him by…enrolling the both of them there? Did he want to help him go back to his peak back then?

Richard just smiled, eyes so warm, so loving as he nodded. "Yeah. Though…I got recommended to go for a yoga class first. It was fun, but I'm not as limber as you sadly–hmm?!"

Collin immediately tackled his lover, snatching him using his stretchy arms and wrapping him as many times as he could while silently sobbing. He didn't deserve him at all. He really didn't.

But the human in his strong grasp merely sighed with a smile, rubbing his furry cheeks with his smaller hands as he endured the gryphon's true feelings for the first time in a long while.

"Haah, Collin. You're a big chicken, you know that?"

Collin just laughed, ruffling his four wings with a tearful smile. "And whose fault is that, huh? Not my fault you wanted a massive, hunky 'chicken' like me."

"You know what I mean, Collin."

"Haah…I do, yeah." He does now, at least. It was funny it all started with a chicken and ended in him being half of one. It wasn't fun that all it took for him to open up was…all of this happening. But now, it was like a massive weight had lifted itself from his immense shoulders, and all it took was a simple talk, just like Richard kept saying.

Man, he really was a coward. But not anymore. He'll try to, at least. For Richard.

"I love you, Richard, even if I don't…" He got interrupted with a gentle kiss, those brown eyes wet with tears.

"And I love you too, Collin. Nothing would ever change that, okay? Even with all that…wish thing. You're still the guy I fell in love with. And no, you deserve it all. I know so. Okay?" The two shared a tender kiss; the night and silence was the perfect ambiance for their love before they let go. It took a few minutes before it ended, their bonds closer than ever before.

Richard just sighed dreamily before looking back at the table. "Hey, I don't mean to break this, but can we continue dinner? Work just got me hungry."

Collin simply chuckled brushing his beak against brown hair. "No problem. Besides, I got us some fine steak, yeah?"

"It was. Where did you get it?"

"Well…"

The dinner went smoothly afterward, and for the first time Collin found himself talking about his day and his feelings to his little partner. All of it, he spoke so much that he did for all his life.

He got scolded. He got hugged. He got years’ worth of support in a single day, not enough to truly heal him, but the massive gryphon was immensely happy; that weight over him finally went away, slowly but surely.

After everything had been cleaned up and the lights finally turned on, the two just lounged about; Collin happily assumed the role of a furry, elastic muscle bed for his little lover, who was now resting in between his numerous pecs. He petted him with his gentle hands, sighing in relief for the first time.

"I wonder what made that wish real." Richard spoke after a while, feeling warm from the fur and body heat of his massive gryphon. "I didn't think the wishbone would actually grant your wish. It all seems like something out of a fairy tale."

"Or like a genie's wish gone wrong." Collin said. He could feel that Richard had some reservations about the whole ordeal, but he was glad he's at least humoring him. "No offense, babe. I'm really liking it all now that I can process it. But also, you have a weird taste with men."

"You don't have to remind me." Richard groaned, stuffing his face in gryphon pecs. It was kind of embarrassing to know that Collin's wish operated on his deepest desires, even more that Collin did all that just for him. It felt like he had to really show his love directly now, truly make him feel that he's more than enough.

Still, Collin's wish was…really hot, he had to admit. The constant growing, the size, and the whole turning into a gryphon thing. There was a reason he liked it all, and he knew the…sheer scale was messed up now, but there's a reason he kept it a secret. He squirmed in his comfy bed, feeling the rising and falling of Collin's chest.

All that being said…wouldn't it be hot to be changed as well? What if, just like Collin being changed by his desires, he gets changed by Collin's? It made him wonder if his lover had some secret likes he wanted to indulge with. He felt giddy just thinking about it, wondering what kind of man Collin wants. Richard was so focused on thinking that he didn't see Collin's head settling beside him.

"Now what are you so giddy for?" Collin chuckled, nuzzling beside Richard after stretching his tree-thick neck around. He saw the way Richard looked at him and decided to play along, coiling him around his neck before facing him. "Care to share them with me?"

"Well, considering how hard it was for me to get you talking, you have to get it out of me–HEY!" Richard laughed as so many steel cord-like limbs wrapped around him, the deep rumble of his lover's voice shook his entire body. He could tell he was being carried to their bedroom by a wave of gryphon muscle.

He found himself lying down on Collin's mattress-wide waist while watching the rest of that gryphon body coil around him, ending in him facing Collin's rare, playful smirk. The outstretched neck wrapped around his lanky body, his beak close to his face.

"Well, I hope you're fine with me doing anything, yeah?"

"Of course. You deserve it." Richard kissed the stunned gryphon before he got peppered by kisses, the gryphon immediately tackling him and having fun with his little lover. Their cries of love and relief, of understanding and lust reached its climax at the dead of night, and it all ended in a tight hug, a peck on the cheek and their hearts fulfilled.

Collin looked over his little lover, thankful for him and his never ending patience with him. He realized that the wish would still be going, and would still change him. But now he was content knowing Richard would never leave him.

He wrapped an arm around him as he became his bed, closing his eyes with a smile on his beak.

Unbeknownst to him, the wish was changing once more, reacting to Richard's earlier enlightenment. The want–no, the need to be changed according to Collin's own desires had overwritten his deepest desires; more than anything, it seems Richard was the one changing this time.

The two will wake up and maybe they will immediately notice the change, or maybe they'll be ignorant for a while before it became too much, just like Collin's. Who knows what will happen to Richard.

But all of that wasn't important right now. As the night went on, Collin and Richard had finally found peace, and that's all they needed right now.