Incremental curse
From Metabods
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Part 1
Jared felt his eyes fighting to close. He looked blearily up at the clock in his laptop’s menubar. After 3 in the morning. When he turned his eyes back to the term paper he could barely even make sense of his own words. The other window he had open, full of code for a software app he was playing with writing to procrastinate on the paper, had long blurred into complete gibberish.
The all-night study room was deadly silent for a moment, then a random gust of wind outside rattled a loose window-pane. Jared rubbed his eyes, feeling like his brain was swathed in wool. Maybe he needed some air. Not that he had time – the paper was due in four hours, and Professor Jacqitch was not known for his easygoing nature. But he was getting nowhere.
Just as he was starting to stand up, though, a video chat window leapt to life on his laptop screen.
Jared dropped his boxer-clad butt back down and stared at the chat window. There was no one in it – just a dark, hazy image of a far wall, several feet away.
Jared frowned. An auto-open window had to be from someone on his Friends list, but there was no one there. The window title fell in and out of focus but gradually resolved into BoiNextdoor89. Jared forced his brain the connect the name to a person. Lee – that was his best friend’s roommate Lee, over at State U.
Suddenly Jared’s mind started to focus. He felt his heart start to pump a bit faster. His dick even jumped a little in his boxers, just as it always sprang into complete erection whenever he was actually in the same room with the man. Jared wasn’t even sure why Lee caused such a reaction in him – tons of people he knew were taller, more beautiful, more muscular (including Jared’s best friend Will – including himself, for that matter). But there was something about Lee that reeled him in like a fish. More than once his 100-watt smile alone, matched with a sweet look from his blazing blue eyes, had nearly made Jared explode in his jeans.
Will apparently felt pretty much the same way about Lee. Jared had spent the last few weeks trying to figure out, without actually asking, if Will was trying to land his own roommate, in which case Jared had to stay on the sidelines. But if not –
Maybe Lee was calling to ask him out. Jared smiled at himself, suddenly glad he was shirtless – his shoulders were looking nice and bulgy lately. He turned on his laptop’s built-in speakers and the cam/microphone. “Lee?”
“Jared!” came a faint voice over the speakers. He pumped up his volume as high as it would go, earning him a background of loud white noise. “Thank god, I need your help. Can you hear me?”
He needs me, Jared thought, half laughing at himself. “Just barely, dude. What’s up?” Other than me, Jared thought, feeling his dick slowly hardening as he heard Lee’s voice, finding its way out of the fly of his boxers as it did so (as it always did when it got the change). But that only made him wonder again why Lee was calling him from off-screen. Maybe he was embarrassed about a zit or something.
“I got hit with a – a thing. Awhammy.”
Jared frowned. Surely he didn’t mean – “A what?”
“A whammy, dude. Like you told me about. A boobytrap spell.”
Jared shook his head. “That’s impossible. Whammies only work on wizards, I told you that.”
“Yeah, well, it worked on me. C’mon, Jay, you’re the only wiz I know.” Absurdly, Jared felt his dick surge at Lee’s use of this pet name for him. In fact Lee was the only person who called him Jay, and Lee himself never could explain why. “You gotta help me. I’m panicking here. You gotta –”
“Okay, relax, I’ll do what I can, but you gotta remember I’m only a sophomore and there’s a lot I don’t know. It’d be like having a premed operate on you.” He wished he could see him on screen. It was so weird carrying on this conversation with an empty video chat window.
“Jay, you –”
“I really should hand this off to one of my profs. I’ve never even heard of a whammy working on a non—”
“Jay! You have to help me. No one can know. It, uh, happened because of something I wasn’t supposed to have.”
Jared waited, then prompted, “Which was?”
There was another long pause before he heard Lee say something, but it was so faint he couldn’t understand it through the ambient static. He told Lee to speak up.
After another moment Lee repeated more loudly, “It was a spellbook. One – one of your dad’s.”
“What?!” Jared fell back in his chair, stunned.
“When the three of us went up to the mansion for New Year’s last month. I, uh, nicked it during the tour. It was lying about in the study, there was a big stack of them, and I – ”
“How? Only a wizard can even touch them.”
“Maybe I have some wizard blood. Who knows, dude. The important thing – ”
“The important thing is that you betrayed my father’s trust. My trust. You guys were the first mortals I was ever allowed to bring home.”
“I know.” He sounded miserable.
Something clicked in Jared’s head. His father’s booby traps often had a certain themes in common. And the empty chat window – “Lee,” he said, leaning forward toward his screen, “how tall are you right now?”
A pause, then Lee’s voice, even more miserable, nearly lost in the static. “I dunno. About ten inches, looks like, judging from this soda can.”
Jared nodded and sighed. His father tended to use protection spells on all his stuff that would transform a rival wizard in an embarrassing way. His favorite method was to use a shrinking spell. His dad’s sense of humor came into play in most of his whammies: the shrinking spell he usually used made the victim, if male, shrink to the size of his own erect cock. The wizarding world, Jared thought to himself, does tend to be pretty bawdy, especially when playing tricks on each other.
Meanwhile Jared’s boner, which had softened at the revelation of Lee’s betrayal, roared back to life at the news that Lee had shrunk to ten whole inches. Jared realized he was totally boned over Lee’s predicament and blushed violently, even as said boner pushed the rest of the way out of Jared’s loose boxers and stood, tall and implacable, straight up out of his lap, a massive stone monument to Jared’s bottomless lust for Lee.
“Jay, can you help me?” Lee’s voice said urgently. “Please?”
Jared shook his head, trying to focus n the situation. He sighed as he worked through the ramifications of what had happened in his mind. This was going to be a nightmare. “We’ll have to go to my father. Only he can –”
“No! Jay, you have to do it.”
“I can’t! I mean, I don’t want to face my father with this any more than you do.” That was certainly true. His father would blow a gasket and probably shrink Jared instead of regrowing Lee. “But I can’t undo something he did, and I haven’t done counterspells like this yet, it’s really advanced.”
“Jay, please. Please. There has to be something you can do.”
Jared struggled with himself. He looked around himself in frustration, as if a sultion might just be lying about at hand in his dorm room. Maybe there was some way – His eyes randomly fell on the paper he was writing. Maybe – yes! Of course!
“Incremental curse,” he said. “Only way.”
There was a slight pause before Lee’s voice responded. “Curse? I dunno, Jay.”
“Curses can be good, bad or neutral. It just means the target doesn’t have control.” He already had another window open and was typing frantically.
“You’re not trying to get back at me because of your dad, are you?”
“Just shut up a sec. I’m hacking into the incremental curse database.” Jared, in the course of researching magical software protocols, had discovered a backdoor to this program months ago and had even used it, once, using the login of a senior he knew. That unsuspecting senior, he’d heard through the grapevine, had gotten quite a talking to when someone noticed the school’s soccer team had all grown a third leg. Jared had laughed his ass off for days while the team’s doctor tried (unsuccessfully) to remove the curse, because Jared’s actual curse had been that each player grows a third leg without noticing upon kissing another member of the team. Apparently, unknown to everyone, they had a secret pre-game make-out ritual. So every time the effects were undone, the legs just popped back again before every game! So far no one had made the connection, and Jared had wiped the details of the transformation and the criteria from the database and the backups.
Here it was, the ICDb. A blank blood-red screen, very atmospheric. He was in. “Okay, hang loose a second, man. I’m setting it up.”
“What are you –”
“Just chill.” Create new curse? Yes. Step one – identify target. He concentrated on the mental connection he had formed with Lee, which was part of his training, and slowly an image of Lee coalesced on screen. Jared gasped. It was Lee the way he looked at that moment. He was naked, perfectly proportioned, standing next to a keyboard. Jared’s cock pumped a little precum into his shorts. Lee was hard! He had a huge thick erection standing straight up against his abs, curving just slightly to the left.
“Duuuude, you have a boner...” he heard himself blurt out.
He could see the distress increase on Lee’s handsome face. “How do you – ?”
“Um. The software is modeling you so you can be transformed back.”
“Oh.” Jared heard a pause. “Well, the truth is, your voice always gets me hard. I – look, I dunno why. Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He was taken aback that Lee felt this way. And had admitted it. Might as well come clean himself. “Yours, uh, does too. For me. ”
“Oh.”
Jared reluctantly moved to the next screen, where he set a trigger. This one required typing in a carefully-phrased scenario. Jared smiled despite himself. After a moment he finished typing, read it through carefully, and validated its workability with the software.
The next screen required him to visualize the result on screen. Jared concentrated again, envisioning Lee as he should be. Satisfied, Jared clicked to the final screen, which specified the rate of change. Damn! They changed the protocols! The smallest number he could specify now, with the user level he’d hacked in as, was 50 increments.
“Dude, I’m pretty much set up, but the transformation is going to take a couple days.”
There was a pause, then Lee said, “Better that, than having your dad turn me into a slug. Are you sure this will work?”
“Positive. Shall I press OK?”
“Do it,” said Lee firmly.
Jared, his heart pounding, clicked OK. The screen told him the curse was activated. “All set.”
“I don’t feel anything.”
“You won’t until you hit a trigger. Speaking of which, I need to bring you here. That way I can monitor the transformation.”
“Fuck — you can do that?” Lee asked, amazed.
“Sure, that’s basic stuff. I can transport anyone I’ve, you know, connected to mentally. Hang on.”
Jared closed his eyes and concentrated, touching the corner of his mind that had been carefully trained to accomplish this task. Through it he sought Lee’s physical body and, with a twist of his thoughts, remade its location so that it was here in this room, right before him.
He opened his eyes and a 10-inch Lee was staring up at him, his blazing blue eyes filled with awe. And, suddenly, with lust.
“I have to kiss you, Jay.” Lee whispered. “Please let me kiss you.” His huge, thick boner quivered on his boner-sized body.
Without a word Jared leant down and gently kissed his friend, feeling Lee’s little tongue between his lips while his cupped Lee’s warm, naked body with his right hand. He stroked Lee’s back with his index finger. Lee moaned.
Jared couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to hold Lee in his hand. Lee was heavy and warm, the size and heft of a really big cock, but as Jared moved down from Lee’s mouth and started kissing Lee’s tight chest Lee’s body was slowly writhing with pleasure, the heels of his proportionately large feet rubbing against Jared’s wrist.
“Oh god, Jay – oh, god – ” Lee murmured. “Please – lick me – I want to feel your hot tongue – ”
Jared flushed, amazed and deeply aroused that Lee wanted him to do what Jared so desperately needed to do. His left hand wrapped itself firmly around his own iron-hard pole as he parted his lips and let a bit of his tongue emerge, moving it gently along one side of Lee’s torso. “Ohhh!!” moaned Lee, clearly transported with pleasure. “Dude, you’ve got me so close already.”
Jared pulled back a little to look at Lee. God, he looked so amazing sprawled along his hand, naked and beautiful, his head and shoulders just overhanging his fingertips, heels rubbing rhythmically against his wrist. And sure enough, Lee’s tight abs were slick with precum drooling from Lee’s thick, gorgeous cock. Jared’s own cock was achingly hard and likewise slicking up his other hand.
Jared bend down just enough to kiss Lee’s cock. His mind flooded with the sensation not of how small the cock was, but of how big and beautiful it was on Lee.
“Oh god!!” Lee shouted. “Oh god Jay – !!”
Knowing that Lee was one stimulation from an explosive orgasm, knowing that it was in his power to make Lee detonate with ecstasy in his hand, Jared felt a huge rush of passion of a kind he’d never felt before. It was exquisite and mind-warping. He suddenly wanted to tell Lee he loved him. But there was no time. Lee was desperate to cum, and Jared was even more desperate to make him cum.
He darted out his tongue and ran it firmly along Lee’s hot cock – a cock that was hard for him. Lee shuddered violently and looked up, his shining blue eyes meeting Jared’s and piercing his soul. “Kiss me,” Lee said urgently – “I’m going to cum.”
Jared complied, and as their lips met Lee started to cum hard, his body bucking in Jared’s right hand so hard that Jared was suddenly afraid Lee would fall out of it. Even as Lee went on orgasming seismically Jared pulled his left hand off his eager, protesting cock and held a few fingers lightly against Lee’s chest, delighting in the sensation of feeling a volley or two of hot cum paint the sides of his fingertips.
Jared finished the kiss and pulled back, looking down over his unexpectedly sex-hungry lover. Lee was staring back up at him, sweaty and flushed and gorgeous, his expression one of amazement.
Jared grinned. “That’s one,” he said cheekily. “Forty-nine to go.”
Lee gasped. “That was the trigger?!” he said.
“You mind?”
Lee stared at him for just a heartbeat, and then said, “Nope.” And smiled so brilliantly that the iron hard-on in Jared’s lap, the towering monument to his passion for Lee, without any more of an climactic stimulation than Lee’s powerful smile suddenly erupted magnificently, rocking Jared’s body. He wanted to wrap his hand around it, but instictively he kept his left hand protectively against Lee. Jared shot three times in rapid succession, and when he subsided he realized he was looking at Lee, who was looking down with rapt attention over the edge of Jared’s hand at the eruption below. Jared’s cock, to the amazement of both of them, stubbornly refused to soften in the slightest, and stood, towering and cum-covered, over Jared’s cum-soaked boxers.
“Fuck,” Lee said, laying back against Jared’s hand and looking contentedly up at Jared’s flushed and grinning face, “I think I have a few ideas for the next trigger.”
And they kissed again, each enjoying more than he’d ever have expected the unique sensation of an 11-inch man making out with his six-foot-tall lover.
. . .
A few hours later, Jared was laying in bed, naked, gazing fondly down at the hot, now 12-inch-tall boy dozing comfortably on his side along Jared’s torso, legs splayed across Jared’s tight six-pack abs, left shoulder in the cleavage between Jared’s decent-size chest muscles, head comfortably resting on the pillow that was the top slope of his left pec. Lee’s big feet were just underneath Jared’s indomitably hard cock, which was jutting up thickly from his groin at a 30-degree angle or so, and Lee’s feet were slick from the steady drip of warm precum from above.
I should have set it for a hundred increments, Jared thought happily, reaching up to run his right index finger softly against the sleeping cutie’s back. This will be over too soon – though, he thought suddenly with a wry smile, there will be compensations. He gazed happily at Lee, thinking ahead to the transformations still in store for his soon-to-be-not-so-shrunken friend.
His phone started vibrating on the night table. He snatched it up quickly with his left hand even as he carried on caressing Lee’s back with his right.
“Hello?” he said quietly.
“Hey, Jared? It’s Will. Have you seen Lee?”
A brief qualm coursed through Jared’s stomach. “Nope, sorry. Why, what’s up?”
“Nothing,” came Will’s voice. “It’s just – we were supposed to have a date tonight.”
Will said something else, but Jared didn’t really hear it. He was gazing down at the sleeping Lee now with – feelings he didn’t know how to describe.
“Shit,” he said.
