Brandon Twice
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Boyfriend Popper
🕑 Added 2024-05-17 05:14:39 +0000 UTC[inflation, inanimate. balloon TF, clown TF]
Ty gasped as the apartment door flew open. He found himself staring into a pair of large blue pecs squeezed into a tight blue polo shirt.
The apartment belonged to Gabe–Ty’s ex-boyfriend. The pecs were Gabe’s new boyfriend’s; Ty had heard that Gabe was with some big guy now, but his actual size was impressive. The brute’s nipples were at Ty’s eye-level. His wide, muscular torso filled up the whole door frame.
“Wow!” Ty said with a grin as the scowling musclehead crossed his thick arms and sneered.
“I’m guessing you’re Ty,” the big man said. He twisted his neck to the side with an audible crack. “Gabe’s not here. And he’s not open to visitors. Thanks for stopping by. I’ll tell him you were here.”
Ty smirked but didn’t flinch at the giant man’s posturing. “What are you, 6’4” tall?”
“6’5”.”
“Wow! My, you are large. And that solid chin of yours looks like it would be good at cracking walnuts!”
The man filling the doorway didn’t react to the comment. He grabbed the door with one hand, ready to slam it shut. “Thanks for stopping by, Ty. Let me be clear when I say this is a freebie for you. You do NOT want to stop by here again.”
Ty’s eyes went wide. He looked up and down the apartment hallway, relieved no one else was around. “Ah, a threat! Big man–what’s your name? So I don’t have to keep calling you ‘big man’ or ‘Hercules’ or ‘guy who looks like the Hulk took steroids.’”
“I’m Dirk,” he said. “Bye.” He went to close the door, but Ty shoved his foot in the way.
“Dirk! Now that’s almost stereotypical,” Ty said. Surely Dirk, with all of his muscles and brawn, wasn’t intimidated by a clean-cut little dude like Ty. He, of course, would regret that lack of caution! “I just wanted to let you know that… Gabe and I have been talking. So I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I were you, because it’s only a matter of time before Gabe and I rekindle what we used to have.”
Dirk laughed. His dark eyes flashed. His grin seemed sinister. “Look, I’m gonna count to 5, and then you’re gonna be wheeled out of here on a stretcher.”
Ty shook his head. “What, do you have muscles in your head or something? Does a guy like you even know HOW to converse with others without slinging threats?”
Dirk’s smile melted into a sneer. He leaned forward. “The only difference between my threats and yours,” he said, grabbing a handful of Ty’s shirt, “is that I can actually make good on mine, while a little pussy like you only sits there blowing hot air.”
“Hunh. ‘Hot air,’ really?” Ty said. He looked down at Dirk’s threatening grip, then licked his lips. The slender man gently reached forward and licked the big guy’s rock-hard nipple.
“You fuck!” Dirk said. “Thank you. I REALLY wanted this to end this way.” With his free hand, he reared back. Ty was oddly relaxed, despite a gargantuan man launching a punch at him. In midair, Dirk’s rock-hard hand seemed to slow down. When it finally connected, it struck with a soft bop and a rubbery squeak.
Dirk stared at his fist, confused that Ty was laughing, unharmed. “What the fuck–” he began, his eyes going wide as he realized his hand had swollen. The skin had turned green, his fingers thick like sausages. Dirk’s face contorted as he watched his hand becoming translucent, now just a bloated rubber balloon in the vague shape of a hand. The green started to spread up his forearm.
“Very nice,” Ty said as Dirk released his shirt. “Thank YOU. This is also the way I wanted things to end.”
With both hands, Ty shoved the enormous man backwards, a feat that should have been impossible. Dirk must have weighed close to 300 pounds! But he flew back like he weighed a third of that–which, in fact, he did, weighing less every moment. Ty casually entered; the door opened to Gabe’s living room.
Dirk stood up on shaky legs, then swung again. Like before, an inflated rubber appendage harmlessly smooshed against its target. Dirk cried out as his arms puffed out to the point that he couldn’t bend them anymore. His arms snapped to his sides, though he flapped them up and down in a panic.
Dirk took a few steps back, but his fourth step never touched the ground. The big meathead suddenly found himself hovering a few inches above the floor as his muscular form lost its definition, every inch of him swelling into a round green balloon.
Ty closed the door and locked it as Dirk struggled to “swim” through the air. A gentle breeze from the nearby open window sent Dirk into a wall. He whimpered when he bounced off it and spun back into the room.
“Gabe’s new apartment is nice,” Ty said as he walked through the kitchen area, ignoring Dirk’s struggles. He pulled open drawers until he found a pair of scissors, then returned to the living room.
“Help!” Dirk said, his voice a helium-high squeak now, barely even human. His whole body was green rubber now, his face slowly losing its cohesion as every bit of him got rounder. All traces of the muscular man was gone now; he looked like he should be waving his arms in front of a used car lot. His bulging form squeezed against his now ill-fitting clothes, the only thing keeping him from rising to the ceiling. His shoes tumbled off, but his tightened belt, stretched polo shirt and stiff jeans threatened to pop him if he continued to grow.
Dirk was unaware of this threat, however, instead squealing about the spinning ceiling fan he was slowly rising face-up toward. Moments before he entered the swath of the wooden blades, Ty grabbed him and yanked him down.
Dirk couldn’t make noise anymore, but he twitched violently when he saw the sharp scissors. “Don’t worry,” Ty said. “I’m not going to pop you… yet.” Instead, he used the scissors to cut through the confining clothes. Dirk’s shirt and jeans fell to the floor in tatters. Dirk’s face was mostly gone now, his mouth just a puckered balloon not, his eyes melting into dimples on his balloon head’s edge. Without his confining clothes, the inflation grew faster.
When it was over, Dirk was just a long watermelon-colored balloon, no thicker than Ty’s skinny arm. He ran a hand up and down its surface, appreciating the squeaks as he gripped the balloon tightly, knowing that Ty could still hear, feel and see everything that was happening.
*
Ty was seated by the front door when Gabe finally returned home. Dirk floated on the end of a string, twisted into the shape of a dog. Ty had taken a marker and dotted on some eyes and a gently curved smile.
“What the fuck!” Gabe said, dropping the bag of groceries in his hand. “How the… how’d you get in here?” Gabe said, his face pale.
“Your boyfriend let me in!” Ty said. “Nice guy. VERY big. How much does he eat? I bet it’s a lot.”
Gabe took a step forward, his fear dissolving into anger. “Look, this is… REALLY too much, too fast. You can’t just… be in my house like this. We only just started talking again!”
“I decided to speed up the process,” Ty said. “You know we’d get here eventually!”
“Dirk!” Gabe shouted. “Dirk, what the fuck is going on here?”
Ty smiled. Despite Gabe’s anger, he still looked beautiful: his dimples, his bright blue eyes, the soft blond curls pulled back into a ponytail. He couldn’t wait for Gabe to turn around so he could get a glimpse of that juicy bubble butt!
“Dirk’s right here!” Ty said, reaching up and squeezing the floating balloon dog.
“What do you… mean…” Gabe said, an eyebrow raised. “Ty, what are you even doing here?”
Ty smiled and rose to his feet. He handed over the string attached to the Dirk dog. “Look, I’m not actually trying to get back together,” he said. “I know that’s impossible. I just wanted to see what your life was like now… Apartment is nice, but the boyfriend… Not so great! All muscles and attitude. That’s not like you at all!”
Gabe shook his head. He blinked and grimaced, clearly experiencing a sensation he couldn’t understand. “Get… get out of here…” he said weakly.
“Oh, I will, but I just wanted to give you a gift to remember me by,” Ty said. He leaned in close enough to give Gabe a kiss on the cheek, then pulled away. He kissed his own two fingers and touched them to Gabe’s lips. The blond man did nothing to resist the contact.
A moment later, Gabe’s face had turned pale white–no, it was PAINTED white. Red started to appear around his mouth. His curly hair had sprouted out, now falling down to his shoulders. “What are you… doing to me…”
The rubber dogged softly squeaked, Dirk protesting in the only way he could.
“I have a feeling,” Ty said as a soft red ball appeared on Gabe’s nose. His hair turned bright green. He lifted a foot and found that his shoe had become three feet long and purple. It squeaked when he stomped it back down. “About you and big Dirk I mean. I bet you did everything you could to get some big musclestud like him to notice you, and then I bet you did whatever he said. I bet all the things I loved about you–your sensitivity, your hilarious sense of humor, your unpredictability… some big clod like Dirk wouldn’t appreciate it. I bet you kept the real you hidden, didn’t you?”
Gabe’s hands were now covered in big white gloves. His clothes had reshaped to a puffy pink suit with a giant red bowtie around his neck. He blinked, the panic in his eyes fading to a dull, blank expression before his mouth curled up to match the smile that was painted around it.
“There you go! My good clown boy.” He reached forward and pinched the clown’s soft nose. It let out a honk. Gabe giggled. “Now you and Dirk can have a lot of fun together!”
Gabe stood up, no longer baffled that he was dressed like a clown. He winked and the bowtie spun around like a wheel. Then he let out a haughty giggle as he leapt jubilantly around the room, his big floppy shoes swatting at the air.
“Balloon animals are boring! Can you make me a balloon SWORD?” Ty asked.
The Gabe clown’s face lit up. He quickly retwisted the balloon dog until it resembled a sword, which he swung through the airs slowly before gently booping Ty’s face with it.
“Very nice! Now, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to yourselves,” he said. “And I know you can hear me deep down in there, Gabe, even though you can’t do anything that’s not Clownery. You’ll turn back, of course, when you and Ty ‘climax’--although in these forms, your climax will be a burst of confetti flying through the air while big DIRK… well, he’s just gonna pop!”
Gabe’s mouth opened into an even wider smile as if he’d been given amazing news, despite the fact that the real Gabe, deep down, was no doubt fighting against his curse.
“And then you’ll both turn back to normal… until either of you gets a hard-on,” Ty said. He grabbed the front door and twisted the knob. “Then it’s clown and balloon animal time! And you’ll still feel all the ecstasy of love-making as you stomp around in your goofy shoes and twist Dirk into different shapes, but you can only turn back when each of you ‘finishes’! So have fun with that!”
Ty stepped out, giving one last glance to his ex-boyfriend and his new beau. Gabe had twisted Dirk into a crude penis-shape with two big cock and balls. He posed with the balloon shape at his crotch, cackling gleefully as the door slammed shut.
