A Mutually Agreed Transformation - Original Version

When I first wrote this story, it was an RPF: Real Person Fiction. I was a little uncomfortable about posting it as it was on DeviantArt, so I decided to change the names to turn them into completely fictional characters and cut out one very explicit moment. The edited version got to be popular and there's been people suggesting a follow up.

 Dustin Lance Black—“Lance,” as his husband Tom Daley preferred to call him—wandered around their London home. He’d just finished a project and needed a day to relax.

Tom came out of the bathroom, having just showered, naked.

“Well there’s a welcome sight,” Lance chuckled.

Tom smirked. “Likewise.” He kissed Lance. “Mmm, this is nice… What’s your plans for today, babe?”

“Nothing, really… Probably go out for a walk. Just need an off day, you know?”

Tom nodded. “Wish I could do it with you, but I got diving practice.”

Lance chuckled. “Wish I’d worked on a swimmer’s bod. Bit late to start at my age. I’d love to be up there on the diving board with you.”

Tom thought. “Well, there’s a way.”

Lance looked over at him. “Really? How?”

Tom shrugged. “This weird thing I learned at the Olympics.”

“What weird thing?”

Tom looked around. “You make someone really horny, then you channel their energy into… well…”

“What?”

Tom sighed. “You can transform them into whatever you want.”

Lance nodded. “Have you done it?”

Tom shrugged. “Yeah. I turned a pushy fan into a speedo and wore him for a week.”

“Hot!” Lance chuckled. “And did you turn him back?”

“Yeah, he was fine. Didn’t like being so sweaty, so he kept his distance afterward.”

“Exactly how did you learn to do it?”

“You know how randy some of those athletes get. They were thinking they’d get to fuck Tom Daley, instead they got worn by him. The important thing is to make the change just before you cum. Instead of that, you transform. Then I can change them back with a weird little Latin phrase. It has to be the one who transformed them.”

Lance smiled. “So, you’re proposing you do it to me?”

Tom shrugged. “Well, if you’d like to.”

“Let’s see, hang around here and figure out something to do to unwind, or spend the day hugging your butt, supporting your cock and balls. Geez, what do I choose?”

Tom laughed and kissed him. “Okay, then, well, let’s get you ready.”

Lance was wearing sweats, a t-shirt and slippers as Tom forced him against the wall and began kissing him. Very soon, off came Lance’s shirt as Tom began kissing his chest and his husband began sliding the slippers off of his own feet.

“Fuck,” gasped Lance as Tom pulled down the sweats and began licking and sucking his man’s cock. “You might have to work me up twice at this rate.”

“As much as we need,” Tom chuckled. “On your back, I’m gonna eat your arse.”

And eat it Tom did, his tongue probing deep into Lance’s ass.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” gasped Lance. “I’m ready.”

Tom smiled and concentrated as he lifted Lance. Tom was shorter, but the weird enchantment rendered its subject nearly weightless.

“I love you,” Tom said as he pressed down on Lance’s head.

As if he was mere tissue paper, Lance folded in on himself readily. It didn’t hurt. He could only feel how hard and excited he was and the warmth of Tom’s hands pressing on him. This wasn’t just being compressed. He was being converted into a mass of raw matter, ready to be reworked into whatever Tom wanted. The only thing was that his consciousness remained. He could still feel, hear, smell, taste and even see all around him.

Tom now had to pull the mass that was Lance into shape. It was infinitely shapeable, and although he wasn’t exactly a sculptor, a large part of this depended on what he was thinking of. He could turn Lance into anything: a solid object, a liquid, a gas, an animal, food, the form of another person entirely, or anything else he could think of. It could be as big as an entire planet or as tiny as a germ. But whatever it would be, it would be Lance, his being and consciousness inside.

This was even easier than when Tom had done it to that pushy fan. He’d lied about that guy’s fate, that guy had actually been stolen while he was a speedo and Tom had no choice but to let him go. In this case, Lance wanted to be Tom’s speedo. That made the process much faster and easier.

In mere seconds, Tom was holding a nice black speedo in his hands, just his size.

“Lance, you look incredible!” Tom remarked in delight.

Lance, of course, didn’t reply. He couldn’t speak or move. But he did hear it, and if he’d had a face, he would have smiled.

“Well, let’s give you a test run,” Tom said as slipped his legs into Lance. The speedo felt as soft as satin, but very sturdy.

“And up we go!”

Lance was pulled up Tom’s legs and onto his groin and ass, stretching so he could show off Tom’s bulge and the curves of his butt.

“Oh, Lance, this is amazing!” sighed Tom. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

Lance could agree, but at the moment, he was nearly overwhelmed at squeezing against his husband’s butt and groin, smelling them, tasting them. He could also see as well, so when Tom would do his diving, he’d feel and see what it was like as well.

Tom began putting on his other clothes over Lance.

“Well, then,” he said, “I guess I’ll see you for dinner, babe.”

He finished dressing, picked up his bag, left the house and locked the door.