Getting What You Deserve
Story by AstroSecant on SoFurry
This one’s got a little bit different flavor to it, though it should be pretty familiar overall. Karma can be a bitch, but it really only tends to be if you’re an asshole to start with...if you’re a pretty decent person, then it’s probably going to bring positive returns.
OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: This story contains sexual acts between two males, domination/submission, rough sex, size difference, size/muscle shifting (more or less theft except not intentional by either party), and a bit too much title reference.
NOTE: All characters in the story are at or over the age of 18.
The lizard hit the ground hard, his books and papers flying everywhere. “OW! That hurt!"
“Quit whining, you little shit. I barely did anything to you." The big jerk of a human stood over him, looking poised to do worse than 'barely anything.' “Course, I barely had to, that's how weak you are."
“Why don't you just leave me alone, Bruce? I never did anything to you."
“You didn't have to. I just don't like you, and fuck you for thinking you could stop me." Bruce suddenly picked his foot up and reared it back, getting the reptile to flinch. “See, you can barely handle me just acting around you. And you think you can make me leave you alone? I'm just getting started, so get used to it."
Thankfully, Bruce just strode away after that. Even his walk was arrogant, like he had just proven his worth by pushing someone else around. Percy sighed, picking himself and his things up from the ground. Just another day of bad fortune, he tried his best to avoid Bruce but sometimes his luck didn't hold out. Despite repeated complaints and reprimands, the teachers couldn't really stop Bruce, he did most of his hassling out of their sight. What could Percy do to him? The scrawny lizard was easily outclassed, much as he wished he wasn't.
More than anything else, Percy wished he was the size of the athletes in the school. Big, muscular, a physical specimen like few others could hope to be. As it was, he was a nerd and looked like one, five-foot-six and 120 pounds soaking wet. He dealt with it, he wasn't dealt a hand that was conducive to his desired image, but he tried not to let that get him down...but it was tough when Bruce frequently tormented him.
Bruce wasn't exactly a saint to anyone, but he seemed to pick on Percy in particular. His cruelty was physical, but also mental, as if he was clued into the fact that Percy wished he could have a body like Bruce's. Over seven feet tall and built like a bodybuilder, he thought the world of himself and acted like he deserved it. It Percy's eyes, he didn't - acting like an asshole wasn't worthy of looking that good. It would be a lie to say envy didn't drive that in part...he would frequently fantasize about being the kind of size and shape that Bruce was in, wished over and over that it was him looking like that...but of course, it had to go to a meathead who used it to bother people. Well, that was how it went sometimes.
Still, as he headed off on his way to class, his biggest concern was that the attacks seemed to be escalating...not so much in brutality yet, but definitely in number. It had caught the attention of other students, and when they were around they tried to protect him...but he worried that that would just make Bruce go after him more.
“You weren't pushing Percy around again, were you?" A brawny tiger named Jack was glowering at Bruce in the locker room.
“What's it to you, kitten?"
“Fucking hell," grunted a bull, Charles. “I can't wait until they crack down on you for being such an asshole."
Bruce merely laughed at that. “Like they'd ever touch me. They know they can't do anything to me, I'm a sports star. I give this school a name, they'd be nothing if they even tried it."
“You can't seriously think that's true." This time it was a pit bull, Trevor, who spoke up. “They've suspended and expelled sportsters before for doing less. Hell, my brother was busted for stalking, and they kicked him the fuck out."
“Well, your brother was a pussy who bothered to care about what they think. I'd love to see them try to take me down, I'll break them if they even try. Like they can tell me what to do, I'll fuck with the little bitch lizard any time I want."
“Dude, why you gotta be hatin' on him all the time, Bruce?" Jack asked. “He's an all right kid, never did anything to anyone."
“Oh, fuck off. You only say that because you can't pass your classes without him. Whaddaya do, let the fag blow you to pay for tutoring?" The tiger's eyes lit up in anger and the ones who noticed took a step back.
“You've got NO right to be such an asshole to him. Just lay off of him."
“Or what? You gonna try to stop me? Just try, and the whole school will know about your dirty digital secret." Bruce folded his arms smugly as he saw Jack's expression turn from anger to fear, and wordlessly he backed down. Of course he would, there was no way Jack could handle his embarrassing fetish becoming known to everyone.
Bruce didn't like Percy at all, and he especially didn't like how the others left him alone or even stood up for him. Had they had their choice, they would have tried to stop him from harassing the lizard, but he had enough dirt on most of them that they wouldn't dare cross him. Sure, they could defend him publicly, but Bruce knew better than to draw attention to himself like that; he went after Percy when he knew he could get away with it.
“You can fuck with us all you want, Bruce, but you'll get what's coming to you sometime," Trevor warned. “Karma's a bigger bitch than you are, and it plays even less nice."
“Big words from a small pup," Bruce scoffed. “No one can touch me. No one."
The rest of Percy's day had been thankfully uneventful. Still, the bullying was getting to him, and it was on his mind as he prepared for bed that evening. “Why does he keep coming after me?" he mumbled as he stared into the mirror in the bathroom, a bit of a bleary, dismal look in his eyes. “Never did anything to him...never made a fool of him in class or mouthed off to him or anything...but he acts like I'm his worst enemy."
Of course, his mirror self had no answer. Percy knew that bullies sometimes chose their targets at random, he just didn't know why it had to be him. It was frustrating, but there was nothing he could do about it - he'd already complained to teachers but there was only so much they could do, they couldn't watch him all the time and talking to Bruce hadn't worked. Like it or not, he was stuck in the situation.
At least it wasn't all bad. Aside from Bruce, he didn't have too much shit to put up with. He'd gotten a bit of heat from some other jocks at the start, but once he'd started tutoring Jack and helping ensure he had the grades to stay on the football team they'd warmed up to him. He knew some of them didn't approve of Bruce's bullying but he didn't want to create rifts on the team over that...still, knowing he had allies was comforting. Still, he would've loved to join them on the team. It would've been nice to have a bit of brawn to go with his brains...maybe then Bruce would think twice about going after him.
He sighed as he clambered into bed, wrapping himself in his covers. Fantasy was nice, but he accepted his reality...he'd just have to deal with it for a couple more years, and then he'd be fine. In the meantime, he'd just retreat to his dreams when things got rough.
Bruce's evening was as usual - spending the night working out instead of doing homework, buffing his body as much as he could. To him, physique was everything, he couldn't care less about schoolwork, brains didn't get anyone anywhere. He'd be a millionaire football player with fame and fortune and all the attention and accolades in the world while they sat behind computers pretending they were useful by tracking his stats. To him, there was no other way things could go.
But some kids in school just didn't seem to get that. In essence, that was why he went after Percy with such a passion - he hated how he was such a weak little brainiac yet people seemed to adore him. They like him better than they liked Bruce, which was just wrong. It was on his mind nightly, and especially strong tonight after his teammates had tried to give him shit about it. Every pump of iron was another bit of muscle that would eventually show that lizard where he belonged.
He'd worked himself into a nice hatred by the time he finished, and fumed on it all through his brief shower. Percy was the complete opposite of Bruce, and thus the most worthless person he could imagine...more than anything, he wanted the lizard to suffer, to feel as worthless as Bruce had decided him to be, and to accept that Bruce was and would always be better than him. None of this defiance towards his actions, if he wanted to beat Percy up he wanted the reptile to thank him for it afterwards. His thoughts had become more violent lately, and more vicious...beating him up simply wasn't good enough, he wanted a pain that went deeper.
Dark thoughts swarmed his mind as he laid in bed, waiting for sleep. He wanted so badly to pound the little twink into a pulp, but everyone would know it was him. He could prank him, but just humiliating him wasn't enough, he wanted Percy broken, out of commission for good. Perhaps a bit of good old sexual abuse would do the trick...maybe he could get the fag begging for his cock, deny him that desire, and then let the whole school know about it...they might even think that Percy was inviting his attention and leave him free to do as he wanted. If they turned on him, that would be the best possible outcome...then it would be Bruce getting their adoration, for sure.
As Percy came to the next morning, something felt...off. Like something...no, everything was out of place, like they were smaller, closer. His bed, the clock, the covers, something about them was just...weird.
No...it wasn't them. It was him. HE felt weird. His body felt weird...like it had changed.
He pulled off his covers, and his eyes widened, completely dumbstruck by the view. His body really had changed, dramatically. Suddenly tiredness was an afterthought, he leapt out of bed and tore to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to prove he wasn't just imagining things. But it was true, somehow he'd grown dramatically overnight.
“No fucking way!" he breathed as he ran a hand over his body. Every touch revealed taut, thick muscle, the power clearly evident within. His arms, legs, torso, every part of him was bigger and thicker, and so much stronger. He looked almost like a whole different person...and what a person! It was like all his dreams come true at once!
When he'd made all his assessments, they seemed even more astonishing. He'd put on over two feet and 200 pounds, an alteration that could only be described as miraculous. He felt stronger and healthier than ever before, not to mention happier. But there was one surprise left in store.
As he showered off, he felt the urge to pleasure himself, the lust coming on stronger than usual with the excitement of his altered form. His eyes widened again as he felt himself up, well larger flaccid than he had been erect before. He felt his heart race as he watched it grow, stroking it even as he felt its thickness exceed his grip. When it finally swelled no more, he was astonished, boasting what had to be over 15 inches and thicker than any dick he'd ever snuck a peek of on his computer.
He moaned loudly as he pleasured his new tool, using both hands to maximize the pleasure. Already well primed by everything that had happened, it was only just a minute before he came, shooting an impressive load onto the wall and floor. Panting, almost delirious, he let out a loud, giddy laugh, glee overpowering him. The things he could do now! He could join the athletic teams, show off his stuff...he could do all the things he dreamed of doing in his fantasies...maybe even get back at the bastards who spent so much of their time bothering him, especially Bruce, what would he think if he got a few facefuls of these fists...
He mentally smacked himself. No, he couldn't let himself fall into that trap. Revenge was not something to aspire to...no, he needed to be the person he was before, letting things go and not acting like a jerk just because he could back it up now. He wasn't going to be the kind of person that didn't deserve it, like Bruce was, he'd be the bigger man and keep it at peace. Well...maybe he could rub it in Bruce's face a bit, at least, but no abuse, no harm.
A quick shower later, and he was back in his room, pulling out a special outfit. The athletic clothes he'd stashed away in the back of his closet had been far too large for his old body, too large for him to wear out and about, but they hadn't originally been for that...it was kind of a shameful thing to think about, he'd been hoping that he could get a big guy to wear them one day and take them back and sleep with them, letting the big male scent fill his nostrils and get him aroused...he'd never gone through with it, because it was a crazy idea that he knew he could never risk anyone knowing about, but now they were being put to a better use.
Even though they were several sizes larger than he could have worn before, they were still a tight fit on his new body. The shirt barely covered his chest, leaving some scale showing an the bottom, and the shorts almost clung to him rather than hanging loosely. He also didn't have any underwear, but he wasn't too worried about going without for the day. He'd get new clothes when he had the chance, something to fit him properly...at least, he hoped that would be the case. Maybe he'd wake up and find out it was all a dream, instead...but he was going to enjoy it while he could, at the very least.
Bruce's experience that morning was significantly different from Percy's, to say the least. He knew instantly something was wrong, that something he was supposed to have wasn't there...his bed, which typically barely fit him, was more than big enough, and that alone had sent him into a panic. He'd rushed to his full-length mirror, something he typically used to admire himself...now there was no admiration, only shock and panic.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was nothing like he had been when he went to bed. It was like he had wasted away to nothing, all of his muscle was gone, as well as quite a bit of his height. His forearms held together barely reached the size of what one of them should have been. His trembling legs were stick-thin. What once had been pecs and abs were simply soft and smooth.
The measurements didn't help, either, only confirming with a vengeance what his eyes were telling him. He'd been 7'1" when he last measured; now he was stretching just to reach five feet. He only barely reached 100 pounds on the scale, something that hadn't happened since well before puberty. Rushing to his room to try his weights, even a ten-pound dumbbell was a strain for him, confirming his worst fears...he'd shrunken down to a small, skinny bitch, just like the students he looked down on.
But the worst was yet to come. In agonizing trepidation, he finally looked down at his groin...and nearly passed out. His penis, his pride, was shrunken down to a laughingstock. Desperately he rubbed and stroked it, trying to firm it up and hope that it was just an illusion, but even erect it was inconceivably dwarfed. With shaking hands he brought up the measure, dreading the news…
Yesterday, he'd boasted a ten-and-a-half inch monster, the biggest he'd seen on a human and something he often boasted about. Now, what he had left didn't even get to three-and-a-half. It was impossible, yet he stood there dumbly, staring at the numbers that didn't lie.
He heard his parents calling him down, telling him to get ready. He couldn't go like this! He'd be the bulls-eye to end all bulls-eyes, a target for everyone who hated him and vowed to get back at him! Plus, what could he wear? His clothes didn't fit him anymore, surely they couldn't find something on short notice…
Then he saw the garments on the bench press. They were tiny...but matching his current size. Shakily he put them on...his face burned as he realized the pitifully small shirt still hung off of him, the athletic shorts baggy and barely holding up despite being at their tightest. And of course there was no underwear, not when he actually wished he had some, so every time they dropped they threatened to expose the last thing he wanted anyone to know.
His face flushed as he realized how vulnerable he was. Without his muscles, what did he have? He wouldn't be able to hold his own against the others, and his threats to reveal their secrets seemed unlikely to fly if he couldn't make people believe it...and in his state, he'd just look jealous and spiteful of the stronger students. And they could easily beat him up, get revenge for whatever they felt like getting revenge for, either pushing them around or making them worry for their secrets or…
He nearly cursed out loud. That little runt Percy! They'd always been ragging on him for pushing the twink around, but now he...he might even be smaller than the lizard! Maybe they'd get him back for that, but even if they didn't, he wouldn't be able to lay down the law on him. Percy could do whatever the hell he wanted and Bruce had nothing he could do to push him around. All this crap...he had no idea why this was happening, but he hoped it would go away soon. Maybe he could go back to normal...maybe it would all just be a bad dream after a day…
“Shit, did you see him?" Jack was nearly laughing his ass off as the three gathered in the gym after school for football practice. “Oh, my god, I don't know what happened, but he's tiny! Fucker deserves it, now maybe he won't be acting like such a prick to everyone!"
“Damn, I wish I coulda seen that," Trevor said enviously. “You say he was smaller than Percy even? How is that possible?"
“I don't know, but he looked like he was in hell," Charles said with a snicker. “Couldn't've happened to a worse asshole. I was hoping I'd run into Percy and could tell him about it, but I didn't see him all day."
“Sure you did...you just didn't recognize me." The three turned as a beefy lizard wearing too-small clothes stepped up to them. “Hey, guys. How's it going?"
“Wha...Percy?!" Jack's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the formerly puny lizard, who was now bigger than any of them. “Dude, what the hell? When did you get so huge?"
“It just kinda happened overnight...I don't know what the deal was, but I look and feel awesome!" Percy flexed a bit, straining the fabric of his shirt. “It's just kind of a miracle, I guess! I was gonna show up for football practice, see if the coach wanted to try my out anywhere...dunno if I've got the skill but I figure as big as I am maybe they'll help me learn!"
“Hell yeah, I'm sure he'll want you on the team in a heartbeat!" Trevor replied enthusiastically.
“Sure hope so! Though I hope that's not gonna cause problems, I doubt Bruce'd be happy to see me there...where is he, anyway?"
“Hell if I know, but he's not gonna be a problem for you anymore," Jack replied. “He had the reverse of you happen, went from being big to being small. I don't think anyone's gonna be shedding tears for him, though."
“Really?" Percy was definitely surprised to hear that. “Huh...well, I don't really care if I don't run into him again, I don't want to be tempted by remembering all the shit he's done. Better if I can move forward, I guess."
“Good way of thinking about it," Charles agreed. “Not like he can do anything more to you now."
It couldn't have been a worse day for Bruce. He'd hoped that maybe people wouldn't recognize him, or just not notice the change like his mother had, but he had no such luck - he had to be called on in class, and if they hadn't recognized it before, they did then. He hadn't been beaten up, but he'd gotten lots of looks and laughs, and that alone was bad enough. The fact that his clothes were barely holding up wasn't helping, and more than anything he wanted to find something smaller...but there was nothing he could do about that at the moment.
But even that wasn't the worst of it. The worst was that he knew he had gym class and then football practice. He couldn't be on the team anymore, not like this...and what would the guys say? They'd laugh, they'd jibe, they'd possibly get violent. The thought of it was agonizing...in the end, he couldn't face them down, he couldn't deal with it on top of everything. For the first time ever, he ditched gym class, hiding in the locker room in a corner, trying to will reality back to its original state. Eyes closed, mind racing, he lost complete track of time...until a loud locker slam brought him back to awareness. He let out a little yelp of shock, which he instantly regretted as it brought him unwanted attention.
The locker room only had one other person in it - a huge, buff lizard, with clothes that looked too small for him. Jealousy was the first thing he felt, but it was rapidly replaced by terror as he saw the lizard look over at him. For a moment there was silence, neither one moving as they stared at each other...the state of the situation taking a moment to sink in for both of them.
“...Bruce?"
“N-no, no...it can't be, you can't be…"
“Well, guess what, I am. And you...you're as small as they said you were. Wow, I heard about it, but I couldn't really picture it…"
No, it really couldn't have been a worse day for Bruce. Not only had he been robbed of his physique, but his victim had been gifted his own. He could see such strong muscles through the undersized clothing, in his exposed arms and legs, better than Bruce's ever were...it was like the world was trying to beat him down as much as possible, and it was working. Percy could do whatever he wanted to Bruce now, and they both knew it.
Percy could see it in Bruce's eyes, that fear, that terror that he imagined he had at some points in the past. He wondered if Bruce thought that someone his size could even be kind to a smaller person. “Well, looks like you're freaking out a bit...think someone's gonna punch your lights out and stuff you in a locker like you threatened to do to me? Or maybe drag you somewhere private and beat you to within an inch of your life in revenge for everything you did to me before?"
“P-Percy…h-how?"
“How did I get big and you small?" Percy just shrugged. “Not a clue. Maybe karma for the way you treated me and everyone else. If it is, I sure as hell ain't gonna make the same mistake...consider yourself lucky, I'm not gonna do to you what you did to me. But I'm not gonna speak for others...I know you've made a lot of enemies and it's not my business what they want to do with you."
Bruce could scarcely believe what he was hearing. The lizard wasn't going to beat him up? Why? If he had his body back, he wouldn't have hesitated...that was what the strong deserved, wasn't it? Percy towered over him, so much bigger than him, he couldn't look away...he looked better than Bruce ever did, his body was one Bruce could only have dreamed of having! And now he wasn't even close...he felt his groin stirring, to his horror, no, he couldn't be thinking this way, he wasn't gay!
Percy noticed his fluctuating expression. “What? You have a problem?"
Bruce gulped, he wanted to shake his head no, say something, anything, he didn't want the lizard to get the wrong impression and get pissed off… “No, y-you're just making m-my cock hard." Oh, fuck, why did he say THAT? He couldn't stop the words, it was like they came out on their own.
Percy was stunned for a moment as well, the frank admission not something he had expected to hear. Of course, being called sexy, even indirectly, was a clear novelty to him, much less by his former worst enemy...or maybe even still worst enemy, he couldn't imagine Bruce being all that happy about the way things had turned out. But there was a thrill to it...he had Bruce where he wanted him, he didn't need revenge, but something was compelling him to follow this train of thought.
“Really...why don't you show me?"
Bruce felt himself go white at the thought. He couldn't do that, he couldn't expose his pitiful size to this beast of a lizard, someone who had all the power in the world over him...but he couldn't stop himself again, it was like he was operating on automatic. His hands pulled away from his shorts, and almost immediately they fell away, leaving his small piece open for Percy to see.
It was a shock to Percy, he didn't expect Bruce to be that small, especially fully hard, as he had admitted. Whatever had done the swap on the two of them had really done a number down there...now it was his turn to be unable to stop himself from talking, as he said with just the slightest bite, “You call that a cock? That thing's so tiny it doesn't even qualify. I've seen chihuahuas better endowed."
Bruce reddened at the taunts. He should have felt insulted, but that was barely there...rather, there was an unnatural heat in his body, almost like...no, he couldn't be enjoying the degradation? But the next thing he said wasn't the protest he wanted. “Can you show me what a real one looks like then?"
Percy smirked; funny, that was just what he wanted to hear, and he hadn't even realized it. “Gladly…" He stripped off his tight shirt, revealing the full musculature of his chest, and Bruce's eyes were glued firmly to the sight, bulging pecs and firm abs that were what he'd dreamed about having for years. Why did he have to be so muscled and sexy? And why was Bruce feeling less and less like he wanted to be that and more and more like he wanted to be used by that?
He wasn't going to get those questions answered, as when Percy dropped his shorts and exposed his growing cock to the open air, pretty much all thought about anything else escaped his head. That monster was huge, already radically larger than what he was currently packing, and as it grew he could easily see that it exceeded his original size by quite a bit. He watched in disbelief as it rose to lengths and girths exceeding his twiggy arms, unimaginably big...and unimaginably desirable. How he wanted it, wanted that beastly cock, wanted it in his mouth and his ass, not caring how impossibly large it was for him. The thought terrified him, but it excited him more than his terror could override.
Percy could sense it, he could see the want and need written on Bruce's face...and he wanted it too, wanted to take the puny human and give him a workout he'd never forget. “Well, you got to see it...now thank me for showing you." He stepped up to Bruce, putting a big hand on his head and using his other hand to point the tip into the human's mouth. It seemed far too big to go in more than just the bare tip, but Percy didn't care about that, he simply pushed it in, Bruce's mouth dropping automatically to let it press inside.
Immediately his mouth was flooded with a strong, powerful taste, reptilian and masculine all at once, so potent it made him shiver. He stretched his mouth open as far as it could go, letting the meat slide inside a little more...then Percy pushed in harder, stretching his jaw wider, making it ache slightly, but only fueling his arousal as he was bossed around by the big lizard. His hands grabbed onto that cock for support, both hands fully extended barely able to encircle the beast. It felt slightly slimy from his natural fluids, but he rubbed his hands in it, getting the scent of the lizard all over him.
Percy pushed Bruce's head down a bit harder, forcing the head of his cock into the human's throat. It made him tighten and writhe a bit, but after a moment his movements were quelled, and he started sucking and swallowing again, letting Percy embed more of it inside him. The lizard was loving it, it felt so right to be in control like this, bending the human to his will and sexual dominance...it felt like he could do anything to him, but he didn't want to do just anything, he wanted this kind of thing, something that felt good to both of them, that wouldn't leave one of them broken and bloody. Though this seemed like it should have, it wasn't...he wasn't questioning it.
Neither was Bruce, who couldn't have pulled himself off if he had equal strength to the almighty reptile. That cock was so long, so thick, yet it was going partway into his mouth at least, his tongue suffused with the strong flavor, a masculine tone so potent he wondered if it would ever leave him. Dimly he realized that only one of his hands was helping it along now...because the other was wrapped around his own cock, stroking it ferociously. It was yet another thing he couldn't control, trying to stop it only made it work himself harder. Even through the haze, he realized that even his small, scrawny hands were able to fully envelop that tiny dick.
Suddenly, Percy pulled back, relieving Bruce's mouth from his meat. He was panting hard, his cock was stiff and demanding, and he wanted more, much more. He grabbed Bruce and pushed him onto one of the benches, ass up in the air, his cock rubbing up against the boy's tight, unused hole. “Get ready, because I'm not gonna stop until this whole thing is inside you...I don't care if you never close up again."
It sounded threatening, but to Bruce it couldn't have sounded better. He knew the proportions…it was far too big, it couldn't fit into him...but deep down, he knew it would, this was part of his punishment, his karmic retribution for his actions, and he knew that whatever force had changed them would also make sure he was thoroughly forced to endure it. And he couldn't not want it, he was incapable of it...all he could say in response was, “Percy, please...don't go easy on me, pound me like the bitch I am."
That was all Percy needed to hear. Gripping the diminutive human tight, he drove his enormous cock into that tight hole without reservation, not stopping until he was all the way inside. Bruce let out a cry that rang in the locker room, certain to have drawn attention if anyone else was there, as he felt the lizard dick split him wide open. It hurt, but in a way he found himself in desperate need of, an ache that joined with the mind-bending pleasure, amplified it drastically, almost feeling like a necessity. As the reptile began pounding him harshly, his tiny cock jerked as drips of precum dribbled from the tip, an electric surge running through it every time his prostate was battered by that giant invader. He squirmed in Percy's grip, unable to keep himself from moving as the power of it overwhelmed him.
Percy was in his own brand of heaven. The tight passage he was thrusting into felt like it clung to him like a vice yet he smoothly entered and pulled out without much more than a hint of resistance. He felt powerful, dominant, in total control, and it felt damn good, it felt right with the shrunken Bruce. The pleasure milked him of his pre, saturating Bruce's ass and making him much wetter, much easier to thrust. “Goddamn, your ass is a great fuck, can't believe you can take it all so easily...bet you're gonna want this all the time, aren't you, you little bitch?"
“Ngh...agh!" Bruce wasn't able to form a coherent response, but it was hard to deny what he was feeling. The cock ramming inside him was breaking him down rapidly with each slam, the pleasure landing hammer blows that crushed his already feeble resistance. He was quickly giving in to it all...his desire to return to his previous form was rapidly disappearing, as was any insistence that he wasn't into males, replaced by a growing need for big, powerful males to dominate him roughly. And as Percy picked up the pace, thrust in ever harder, he could feel the ache rising, and found a need for it, the mild pain a requirement for him to feel good, the basis of his pleasure.
“Yeah, you fucking...know it!" Percy was panting hard, sweating a bit as the pleasure and energy started bringing him to his limit. “Gonna cum soon...you want me to do it in you, don't you? Pump you full of a real man's seed, make you know how weak and feeble you are, show everyone who you belong to?"
“Y-yes, please, fuck me 'til you're done, fill me until I can't hold any more, make me yours, Percy!" Bruce's cry was his final surrender, his body convulsed and he came, shooting a small amount of thin white fluid out of his minute cock, barely making any noticeable mess on the bench underneath him. His ass clamped down on Percy's cock, tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic motion and ramping up the reptile's pleasure past the breaking point.
Percy let out a yell of his own as he hit his climax, slamming into Bruce and flooding him with a mighty surge of lizard seed, each shot much more voluminous and virile than Bruce's entire load. Every bolt was a white-hot streak of pleasure through his whole cock, a wonderful throb that almost dug into him, latching on and sending him even higher up. He could feel it within him, this was no dream, no temporary thing, he was going to be like this for good, strong and sexy, just as he'd always wished, and nothing was going to take it from him.
Bruce felt it, too. As he felt that powerful male flood inside of him, and his own feeble spurts of useless cum shooting out onto the floor, he knew with a certainty that this was for sure a permanent thing. He'd never grow another inch, he'd never be able to put on a lick of muscle, and he'd never be able to stop himself from lusting after males like the one he used to be. And he knew he wanted it that way, that he couldn't imagine anything else...in an instant it was like something snapped in his brain, his ability to truly remember his previous body evaporated, as did any thought of going back.
The orgasm continued, and Bruce got so full he thought something might pop inside him, but nothing did, and soon Percy tapered off, his thick cock preventing any leakage from Bruce's rear and leaving him with a gut full of lizard seed. Panting hard, Percy lifted him and wrapped him close to his chest, rubbing the human's body. “Damn...that was a hell of a fuck...now I know why people enjoy that. Heh, wasn't planning on that happening...but you seemed to enjoy it quite a lot. How did it feel taking a male like that?"
Bruce swallowed, but even if he wanted to stop himself, he couldn't. “It felt so good, so right...better than anything ever felt. I want...I want more, please, I want to know that you'll keep doing this to me."
“Really? I guess you really did enjoy that more than I thought." Percy thought for a moment. “I suppose...but perhaps I shouldn't be so harsh with you next time, I don't want to go too far with you."
“N-no...please, Percy, I...I want you to treat me like a little bitch. I deserve it for what I did, and it makes me feel hot to be treated like that. You and everyone else, you can be as harsh with me as you want...I won't ever fight it." Saying it was so demeaning, so wonderfully humiliating...this was going to be a common thing now, doing to big males what he'd always wanted done to him, and he knew he wanted it that way.
Behind him, Percy's mouth couldn't hold back a grin. This gift he'd been given demanded responsibility...but it looked like he'd been given a bit of leeway on this circumstance, he could feel the desire, the need for it, it just felt right to use Bruce this way. “Oh, you'll get it, then...I'm sure there's a few others who wouldn't mind having a crack at you like this. You'd better get used to serving us, bitch, because we're gonna have a lot of energy to work out…"
Bruce shivered at the thought...he knew that Charles, Trevor, and especially Jack would be ruthless to him. Wonderfully ruthless. “Anything you want...it's all what I deserve…"