Bartholomew learns to relax

[Dream Big]

It took Nick another twenty minutes to walk back to the room from where he’d changed his mind. He felt oddly clear headed, as the crisp air filled his lungs.

Nick was often written off as a fuckboy. A himbo. Eye candy. He knew those things and didn’t care. He knew he was lucky and handsome and could pretty much coast through life without investing too heavily. He would graduate with a degree in architecture, maybe get a job in a design firm. He had some family in that business and as long as he didn’t fuck up, he’d have a reasonably nice life. His family was aware of his bisexuality and didn’t care so long as he got his degree; later he’d be expected to produce an heir, once he’d sown his wild oats.

How stupid that that, of all things, was their big worry. He was easy going by nature, sure, nut only to a point. Once he found something he cared about, he was certain he would find a reason to do more than just affably coast along.


On that twenty minute walk, he had an epiphany.

He cared about Bartholomew. He always had. He’d probably fallen for the kid they first week, but now? Even with his head clear of pheromones and sex endorphins for the first time in days, he knew it was true.

He’d been allowing things to happen for the last few days, and on some level he was waiting for things to calm down long enough to tell B how he felt. He didn’t know until just now what it was that he would actually say. But now that Bartholomew had said it first? All he could think about was saying it back.

But as he neared the dorm, he realized that he might be returning to find the bunny boy he loved busy with Keith. And he honestly didn’t know how he felt about that. Jealous? A bit… but his own feelings about sex weren’t exactly a simple binary. If nothing else, there would be loads of logistical hurdles if they couldn’t figure out what to do about the ears …and all that went with them. He wanted answers, at very least. And it wouldn’t be Keith’s fault no matter what. Keith was cute and nice and he seemed to have been kind to Bartholomew, and he was trying to help. And Bartholomew was just fucking irresistible.

Not to mention inexhaustible.

The minute he was in the building, he could feel the effects of the subtle hint of his lover’s scent. He doubted anyone in the lobby was aware, but he was now hyper attuned to it. He could see couples leaned in closer, hands on thighs, gazes lingering. The security guard waved distractedly at him, and Nick saw he was watching porn on his phone.

He skipped the elevator and took the stairs. It was getting stronger here, and steadily his own arousal grew until he reached their floor.

Five rooms before the room he shared. Behind two of the doors, he could hear active fucking. And then, his own door.

The three seconds it took to unlock and throw open his door were the longest three seconds he had ever experienced.

*****

Keith was still panting from round two, another ten minutes of being relentlessly plumbed by Bartholomew’s big fuckstick, when he heard the key in the lock.

“Nick!!!” Bartholomew panted, excitedly, and began unloading what felt like a second quart of hot jizz into Keith.

He didnt call my name, Keith thought. I should probably be at least a little upset by that. Shouting the name of he person you’re fucking, rather than someone else, seemed impolite. But it was hard to be mad about it when you were that blissed out.

“Oh,” Nick said. “Sorry—“

“One sec”, B said, smiling. “You okay keith?
Keith weakly raised a single thumbs up.

“….okay!” And then the massive organ was sliding out of Keith, gently but not without causing him to spasm deliciously as it went.

Still dripping, Bartholomew leapt into Nick’s arms.

“We had fun, but I’m glad you’re back.”

Nick said nothing, but shut the door firmly behind him and carried his lover back into the bedroom again.

*****

“Hang on a second,” Nick said, opening the window. “It’s important and I need a clear head.”

“Okay, but I really want to make love to you.”

“Babe, I realized something, and I need to say it. I fucking love you.”

“Yes!!!”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I love you too! It slipped out before you left and —“

“I heard it but it didn’t sink in until I was halfway to the store, so—“

Bartholomew pounced a good four feet and knocked Nick onto the bed.

“Wait! I need to finish.” He said. “Can you please stand over by he door, just for a minute?”

Pouting, Bartholomew obliged, deliberately showing off his pert butt until he spun around to show his big cock.

“Dammit. You’ve shifted more.”

“Really?”

“I think you lost another inch or two, but it all went south.”

“Cool,” Bartholomew said, lazily jerking his rod. “Feels a little thicker, too.”

“Stay there please. We need to figure this out. Soon. Whatever is happening, it’s gone beyond just you now. There’s practically an orgy happening on this floor and they’re thirsty as fuck in he lobby. And it’s all your scent.”

“Really?” Without thinking, Bartholomew took a big whiff of his own left pit.

This time, Nick could see his buddy’s body react. His dick stood up even straighter, and his pupils dilated. A wave of arousal cascaded off B and slammed into Nick, who could only give in this time….

 

[Dream Big]

*****

Keith woke up because he was hard.

Jeez, he’d really landed in it this time. He kissed a guy at a party! The guy freaked out, turned into some kind of bunny eared sex beast, and then came looking to him for answers he didn’t have. Then they kissed and fucked until the boyfriend came back, and a Keith had passed out.

That all checked out. But now he was waking up on a couch, leaking cum from his bottom and breathing in the guy’s apparently magically arousing scent. And he could hear noises in the adjoining room — clearly sex noises.

His cock was unbelievably hard — maybe the hardest it had ever been. He thought his balls must be drained by now, since his normal max was two a day.

The idea of more being a thing seemed beyond imagining as recently as this morning, but bumping into Bartholomew’s huge cock and endless libido changed his perspective. He should do cardio or something to improve his stamina — on the off chance that he had the chance to go another round. If that was even in the cards after Nick returned.

He found himself hoping it was. And maybe Nick would play too.

Fuck! Was sex all he could think about now? He sniffed the air, and sure enough, it was filled with whatever scent Bartholomew had been unconsciously producing. He knew it as undeniably Bartholomew, and undeniably sexy, but he couldn’t have identified it. It was masculine somehow, a little herbal, a bit spicy, a little musky, a little sweet….

He was sniffing, trying to get more of it, when he realized what he was doing. Fuck, what was he, an animal?

*****

“Hey,” Bartholomew said. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry,” Bartholomew replied. “I distracted you.”

“Yeah. I’m not really complaining, but we do need to stop fucking for long enough to figure stuff out.”

“Post nut clarity. I like it.”

“So. Any ideas?”

“Shower more? Shower with you?”

“Sounds nice, but you’d just distract us both. No, I think we need to figure out why it’s there, and then how to mitigate it somehow.”

“Keith?”

“Maybe one of his witchy friends has thoughts. Or maybe it’s just biochemistry or something.”

“Okay. What do we know, then?”

“Let’s all freshen up first, at least. Maybe scrub and wash as best we can. Air the place out and try to avoid fucking as long as we can.”

“I should go first, huh,” Bartholomew said. “And maybe not sniff my own pits this time.”

 

[Dream Big]

“Keith?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Where’s bunny boy?”

“In the shower. Trying to scrub himself down while we clean up out here. I should probably burn those sheets…”

“I’m sorry if I did something wrong,” Keith said.

“Nah, we’re cool. I don’t think any of us can help what’s going on. So let’s air this place out and then try to figure out what we know. You game?”

Together they bagged up sheets and clothes and wiped everything down with cleaner while Bartholomew was in the shower.

“Babe?” Bartholomew said. “Come take a sniff to make sure, but I think I’m okay for now.”

*****


They decided it would be best to keep Bartholomew from any exertion, so instead he cooked up some easy pasta while the other two took turns showering.

Finally, the three of them sat eating spaghetti and running down the list of observations.

• The scent tended to concentrate, and even 50 feet away and through three floors, you could smell it if you knew what to look for. It got more intense when B was aroused or exerting himself, and it could be mitigated with a good scrub down. But its effects were stronger the more you were exposed and the closer you were. Definitely some sort of pheromone thing. And it seemed to affect Bartholomew himself, too, possibly creating a feedback loop.
• They also worked out that B, who a few days ago had been too uptight to kiss someone, had — just since yesterday — had sex at least eight times with Nick and twice with Keith. And he admitted he had wanked in the shower while the other two were cleaning up.

“I guess that’s a lot?”

“That’s insane. Especially given how much you cum!”

“Honestly, I feel like I could fuck both of you right now,” Bartholomew said, matter-of-factly. “But at least for now, I don’t NEED to. See, I’m not even hard right now.”

Back to hard facts. Physical changes, aside from the obvious ears…

• Soft, he was at least 8 inches long. He’d crossed into mythical foot long territory when hard. His abs were more defined and his overall muscle tone had continued to improve, though he was no twunk. His feet remained unchanged.

“Pretty sure whatever is happening isn’t done yet, either,” Keith said. “Your face seems even cuter and your butt…”

“Let’s just note it and move on. Butt bigger, face cuter. Incrementally. But I think that was due to the sex. Every time we noticed a change, it was after a good fucking.”

“You’re also shorter. Like, a lot shorter.”

“5 feet, 3 inches, by my measure,” Nick said. “And joking aside, most of what he lost seems to have wound up in his butt and his dick.”

“Okay, it’s all in the google doc, and we all have access. Add stuff as you find out anything helpful, or notice any other changes.”

“What do I do in the meantime? Should I just go to classes?” Bartholomew asked.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea. You’d have half the school trying to get in your pants by lunchtime. I don’t think you noticed the effect you had today. Virtual is probably best, for now.”

“I was thinking,” Keith said. “Maybe I could crash here for a bit.”

“Sounds like fun,” Bartholomew grinned.

“Actually, that’s not a bad idea,” Nick said. “You can help manage things if needed, and make sure we aren’t too distracted.”

“I’ll run back to mine and grab some things, then. And I’ll message the spooky folks.”

“B, will you be okay on your own for a bit? I can go buy an air purifier when I put the stuff in the wash,” Nick said.

“I think I’ll be fine. Maybe I get some homework done.”

But fifteen minutes after they left, Bartholomew was lounging naked on the couch, flipping through channels. He couldn’t focus. And eventually, he got cold. A fall chill and a harsh wind were spinning up outside, and he shut the windows without thinking.

After that, things quickly moved along as the scent concentrated. He lazily stroked his abs, then he found himself playing with his nipples, and finally found both hands gripping his massive cock, which had gotten hard. He simply couldn’t help himself, even though he felt no particular urgency. His hand seemed to be on autopilot but he wasn’t working.

Half an hour later, he was hunched over, with the tip of his freakishly big cock shoved into his mouth. It had no sooner occurred to him that he had not tried that yet, than he was exploring the options.

Damn, he tasted good. His cock tasted like that smell, his scent, his magically induced pheromones that made people horny. But more, he was sucking his own cock, and he was really going down on it. The thing was long as hell — he was well over 13 inches by now — and thicker as well, but his body had become quite flexible as he’d continued to change. Between those two facts, he found it surprisingly easy to shove at least half his length into his own mouth, and with the right angle, he knew he could do more. He giggled at the thought of being found like this.

He could also see quite a bit of his own ass while he was sucking himself. If Nick were here, he could be getting plowed while he gobbled his own spunk. And that thought was enough to send him over the edge.

*****

 

[Dream Big]

Downstairs in the laundry room, Nick was happy to find an available washer and began to empty the reeking, sticky sheets and stray clothes and towels into it. The scent was intense but he was prepared for it – he hoped the detergent pods would be enough to mute it.

He was grateful for the grant that had upgraded the dorm’s laundry facilities to heavy-duty, state-of-the art combo machines. The large capacity was a blessing – college boys had a tendency to put off the laundry and it was often quite ripe by the time it got done, and he’d heard stories of terrible rickety old quarter-stealing laundry machines from older relatives. Now they had units that washed and dried, and could fit twice as many of them in the same space. He threw two laundry pods in and swiped his card, then set an alarm on his phone.

“You, um, dropped this…” he heard. A shaggy-haired boy with big eyes and nerdy glasses was holding a pair of drawstring shorts. His eyes had an unfocused look to them and he was sniffing the air curiously.

“Oh, sorry,” Nick said.

“Do you smell that?”

Oh no, Nick thought. I think those are Bartholomew’s.

The boy brought them a little closer to his face and sniffed. Nick swore his pupils dilated then and there; he glanced down and sure enough, the shaggy boy’s bulge was shifting in his shorts.

“What *is* that? Is it some kind of body spray or something?”

“I’d better take those,” Nick said, reaching for the shorts. Before he could stop himself, the shaggy boy had yanked the shorts back, a confused expression on his face.

“Dude, that smells amazing….”

“Yeah, I’ll take them,” Nick said, more decisively, hooking a finger around the waistband. “And you might want to take care of your boner, dude.”

“Huh?”

Nick collected the shorts – stealing a quick sniff himself – and tossed them into the washer.

“What was that?” the boy said, still a little dazed. “Did someone spill cologne on them?”

“Something like that,” Nick answered.

“Do you know what that scent was?”

“Sorry, they belong to a friend of mine.”

“Oh,” he replied. He was adjusting his junk rather openly, and Nick found he didn’t mind. It was always the skinny nerdy ones who sported the surprising amount of cock. “Sorry, I kind of spaced out for a minute there.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

Nick left, intending to pick up an air purifier from the nearby Walgreens, if he could. It was just off campus, and probably faster to walk or jog there and back, and the fresh air would do him good, even if it had gotten chilly out.

*****

 

[Dream Big]

The shaggy-haired nerd – whose name was Paul – couldn’t believe he’d almost sniffed some random dude’s shorts, and he really couldn’t believe he’d gotten hard from doing that. It ought to have been embarrassing. He was straight, or so he assumed. It was college after all, and he considered himself open minded enough that if he ended up fooling around with another guy, it wouldn’t completely shake his sense of self. He had queer friends after all.

Besides, the whole dorm had been slowly feeling really sexual lately. Ever since Halloween, there had been a weird vibe, and it seemed like everyone had been a bit more tactile lately. He’d seen more folks making out in the lobby than usual, and definitely heard some fucking behind closed doors. His own roommate had been spending the night elsewhere more often – elsewhere being across the hall. He hadn’t been spared himself, and whether it was normal hormones or something else, he’d been jacking it twice a day all week, surreptitiously in the shower.

Something was definitely going on. And Felix was insatiably curious.

And somehow, Nick Castrano was part of it. No wait, not Nick exactly – he said the shorts were his friend’s. Nick had LOTS of friends; he was one of those people everyone seemed to know and like, and lots of people had crushes on him. But Felix figured it was likely someone Nick spent a lot of time with. He’d seen Nick often enough around campus, but there was another guy, a nervous dude with a weird name. Maybe it was a roommate?

Glancing at his phone, he had a good half hour before he needed to retrieve his laundry. Maybe Donny at the desk could be persuaded to give out a little info.

Trotting up to the lobby, the sense of low-level arousal seemed to seep slowly into the area. People looked at each passer-by with slightly hungry eyes, whenever they weren’t focused on whoever they were with. He realized he was no exception.

Donny was a 30-something mixed-race “non-trad” student who worked as a security guard for the college. He was a little husky, like he’d been an athlete at one point but had grown out of it, literally – he was probably strong but had a bit of a pudge and full beard that made him look less like an older cousin and more like an uncle. Donny was half Vietnamese and half African-American, whereas Felix was half Korean and half white. He got along well with Donny, figuring that making nice with the security guard couldn’t hurt, but that quickly turned to a genuine friendship between the 21-year-old Felix and the 31-year-old Donny after they bonded over the anime they both liked.

“Hey, Donny,” Felix said. “Got a question for you.”

“Shoot, bro,” he replied.

“Do you know Nick Castrano?”

“Sure, everyone knows Nick. You just missed him. Why?”

“Could you tell me his roommate’s name?”

“I’m not sure I’m supposed to give out that info.”

“I didn’t ask for their room or anything. I just ran into Nick in the laundry room and he mentioned something about his roommate, and I couldn’t remember his name. That’s all.”

“Oh, hang on,” Donny said, checking the dorm’s directory. “Bartholomew Richmond.”

“Thanks.”

“Sure. Hey did you catch this week’s episode?”

“I’m supposed to watch it tonight with Tracy,” Felix said. Tracy was his girlfriend, a fellow nerd.

“You must be looking forward to that,” Donny said. “Ahem,” he said, gazing pointedly downward. Felix followed his eyes, perplexed, and saw that he was STILL sporting wood. He had a thick 8 inches tenting his khakis. Aiming his meat toward his hip didn’t work, apparently, and his briefs were in the wash, so his dick was kind of wandering around doing its own thing.

“Oh, sorry,” Felix blushed. He did his best to adjust.

“Damn, kid, nothing to be sorry about there! I think you’re at least as big as me, and my daddy was a big black dude,” Donny chuckled. “But you may want to tuck that away for Tracy.”

“Um, yeah. Hey, is it just me,” Felix said after an awkward moment, “or has this place felt a little off lately? Like…. Sexually?”

“You noticed it too?” Donny whispered. “Fuck, I thought it was just me. I’ve been hornier than hell all week, and I’ve had to tell multiple people to get a room every day.”

“Any clue why?”

“Nope. Maybe it’s something in the water.”

After a little more small-talk, Felix checked the school directory and located Bartholomew’s entry. Blond, average. Okay, maybe a little cute. He looked shy and embarrassed in the photo. He’d seen him around, but had the impression the guy had dyed his hair or something. The directory didn’t show room numbers, only dorms.

He grabbed a soda and went back down to the laundry room to wait for his stuff. Without realizing it, he’d decided to wait for Nick to come back, which would work out because his stuff should be done a little before Nick’s. He’d just fold slowly until the other guy showed. Meanwhile, he texted his girlfriend, flirting and making suggestive comments, which he knew she liked. Innuendo was their way of flirting, and terrible pickup lines were her favorite. He found himself gently stroking his cock as he sat there, and realized he was not going to make it until 9. He ducked into the nearby restroom, locked the door, and began to jerk off, thinking about Tracy’s boobs at first, but then suddenly finding himself thinking about that smell from earlier….


****

Keith found himself back in his own room, stuffing a few necessities in his backpack. He left a note for his own roommate, though he doubted the elusive stoner would even notice. Billy always faintly smelled of pot, and Keith was pretty sure he was extremely ADHD, so he lived in a perpetual haze of obliviousness. He was either overloaded with classes, or getting stoned with friends, and really only returned to the room to sleep and shower. Luckily Billy was also a bit of a neat freak and had decent hygiene.

The more he thought about it the more he was sure this was something truly, epically, weird. He’d always been a bit skeptical (okay, sometimes downright rude) about the beliefs of his more “out there” friends, but now he could no longer afford to be. He needed to know a bunch of stuff on the QT, and that meant reaching out to Angela. He dreaded that, because Angela seemed annoyed that he was not into her – Angela was a walking goth bombshell and a bit of a hottie, and into some freaky shit, and he’d been warned. But she was also, out of all the people he knew, the one most likely to have some actual knowledge – at least of theory, and that was something. And so he texted her and she agreed to meet (a little too eagerly in his mind).

*****

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Keith himself, in all his eyeliner goth boy glory,” Angela said.

Rolling his eyes, Keith said “yes, are you going to let me in or what?”

“Oh, are you taking the vampire vibe that far now? Yes, you can enter.”

Angela had a coveted single, but the inside looked cluttered with stuff – like someone hired a goth to decorate an Applebee’s with miscellaneous thrift store junk and crystals. But despite that, Keith knew that Angela had done actual research into various legends and folk tales and myths.

“So? You said it was important,” she said. “Let me guess. Something weird happened and suddenly you need an explanation. Right?”

“Um… yeah.”

“Well?”

“I saw a dude with rabbit ears. Like, real ones.”

Angela’s face lit up. “REALLY. Do tell.”

“So let’s say you’re at a frat party and you’re making out with a cute guy, and then the next time you see him, he suddenly has rabbit ears.”

“Not cosplay, I assume, or furry stuff?”

“No. Actual rabbit ears. No regular ears. And there were… other changes, too. He was shorter and sexier. ”

She leaned forward. “Oh my god, you’re serious aren’t you?”

He merely nodded.

“And you freaked out?”

“A little. Do you have ANY idea what could have caused this? Because my…friend… is understandably confused by all this. And, well, because this stuff made him crazy sexy, to the point where it’s hard to think around him.”

“And you’re sure it’s rabbit ears, rather than, say, horns and a tail.”

“I’m sure. Just the ears, otherwise pretty standard. Just hotter than he was when we met.”

She thought for a bit. “This may sound weird, but …are you sure he was human when you met?”

“Absolutely.”

“And you’re sure it’s the same person? Like, not a replacement or something?”

“No, he seems the same, and his roommate backs it up. And the guy himself is confused about what’s happened to him. I don’t think he’s faking it.”

“Okay. And you don’t feel drained after being around him, right?”

“Not even. If I’m honest, being anywhere near him makes me unbelievably horny. And,” he said, “if anything, I feel better after having had sex with him than I have in ages.”

“So not a succubus or incubus – not a sex demon.”

“I very much doubt it. He’s sweet.”

“That suggests something fey,” she replied. “When did this happen?”

“Halloween, or just after.” He gave the basics of what they knew.

“Hmmm,” she said, fully invested now. “I’m thinking it was a stray wish, but what was the catalyst? And why this? Nah, this feels like fairy bullshit. Mostly, though, because of the ears. Maybe some trickster was passing by. Still….I would like to meet this guy. Maybe I can sense what happened, or use some kind of ritual to find out.”

“I’ll have to check. This is supposed to be confidential.”

“Understood,” she said.

“Thanks, really. I owe you,” Keith said.

“Ah, do you? We’ll see. But don’t offer favors unless you really mean it – that’s almost as dangerous as voicing your wishes aloud.”

*****

 

[Dream Big]

*****

The walk had definitely helped Nick clear his head a bit. Hopefully the air purifier would help things stay that way once he got back, but there was no guarantee that the pheromonal stuff Bartholomew was kicking out was anything that mundane science could cope with.

He’d also realized that no matter what the pheromone situation really was, he had every intention of making sure Bartholomew knew how he felt.

And as for the rest — the ears and other changes and whatever they figured out about that whole situation — well, he’d be there to help his friend no matter what. But the first order of business was to somehow modify the impact of those pesky pheromones.

The little alarm on his phone went off, and reminded him he needed to collect the laundry, which by now should be done the whole cycle. If only those fancy machines also folded for you!

Nick entered via the side entrance, hoping to avoid the crowd in the lobby, but when he got to the laundry room, the shaggy guy was there, waiting expectantly.

”Hey Nick,” the guy said. “I’m sorry if I was weird earlier.”

”It’s cool….”

”Felix”

”Felix. I totally understand.”

”There’s something weird going on, isn’t there,” he said.

Nick paused as he pulled stuff from the machine into the laundry basket.

”You know what I mean. That scent from your friend’s shorts. It’s kind of everywhere lately.”

Nick said nothing.

”Donny noticed it too. How could you NOT? But it wasnt until you dropped the shorts that i figured out where it was coming from.”

”Felix—“

”Dude, I’m not going to say anything. I just need to know I’m right.”

Nick paused, uncertain how to proceed. “If — IF — there was something going on, what makes you think I have any answers for you?”

”Because whatever is going on, whatever that smell is, it’s all over your roommate. And kind of all over you. So what is it? Is it some kind of weed, or chemical, or what?”

”I honestly don’t know,” Nick said. “We’re trying to figure it out too.”

”Oh,” Felix said. His machine’s buzzer chose that moment to go off. And the moment his back was turned, Nick left.

Fuck, people noticed it now. Donny at the desk, and Felix.

Any hope of keeping this contained was rapidly diminishing.

*****

Keith was exiting the elevator around the same time Nick popped out of the stairwell. Once you got to their floor, that enticing smell was clear as day, and it only got more concentrated near the door. The folks in the room next door were clearly having loud sex, while the ones across the hall were playing music pretty loudly, but the moans were a dead giveaway about what the music was attempting to cover up.

”I feel like this floor should have a special warning. It’s like we’re getting a contact buzz,” Keith observed.

But by now, Nick had got the door open.

They walked in to find Bartholomew on the sofa, deep throating his own cock.

He was clearly in some kind of haze, and the arousal rolled off him in almost visible waves. Possibly he’d dwindled a bit more, or maybe his dick had grown. Possibly both, but certainly he’d managed quite a feat of flexibility.

Nick allowed the door to slam shut.

Blinking slowly as if he were waking from a dream, Bartholomew’s eyes struggled to bring them into focus. He grinned around his massive rod, sputtering a bit as he pulled it from his mouth.

“Bleahhh. Huh. Hey guys,” he beamed. It was pretty hard to look completely innocent and unperturbed while extracting a giant dick from your mouth.

”What the fuck,” Nick said.

“Oh, isn’t that cool? I don’t know if I’m finally long enough, or flexible enough, but that was AWESOME.”

”Dude, really? You couldn’t hold back for like 90 minutes?”

Bartholomew shrugged. “Sorry. I could probably go again in a few minutes if you want.”

 

[mGlottalstop]

This might be my favourite story on here!

 

[Dream Big]

“So your friend may have some kind of idea, but needs to meet Bartholomew?”

“Yeah,” Keith said. “But I don’t think it’s just curiosity, I think she isn’t sure if I’m bullshitting her,, but she seemed to take it seriously.”

“I’m game,” said Bartholomew, perky and unbothered. “But I guess parading me around might stress you out. Maybe she should come here?”

“That would probably be easiest, and that way she can get the full effect,” Nick said. “How soon can she come?”

Apparently almost right away. Twenty minutes later, Bartholomew was in the bathroom, wrangling his dick into a position to pee after it refused to deflate. Nick and Keith had tidied and cranked the fan and filter on high to try to dissipate the scent, but they had both been marinating in it for a while when there was a knock at the door.

“Okay, you weren’t kidding, Keith, this whole building is swimming in arousal. I think Nick and I have met before,” Angela said.

“Sorry, I really don’t remember,” he said sheepishly.

“You and my freshman roommate had a thing for a while. Ellie?”

“Oh, Ellie! You had a different look though.”

“Yeah, a was a baby goth then. But let’s skip the pleasantries. This is clearly pretty serious if it’s hitting the whole dorm like this. Where is your bunny boy?”

With textbook perfect timing Bartholomew emerged from the bathroom, sans clothing, and nearly walked into Angela.

“Holy shit,” she said. “You … you’re naked, first off..”

“Oh, yeah, I was scrubbing down a little because the boys thought it might be a little too fragrant. My shorts are kinda awkward right now so I skipped them. I can put on a robe if you want.”

“You know what? Don’t worry about it. I need to sit for a minute.” She breathed in and out a few times. “Do you mind if I touch you?”

Bartholomew shrugged; he wasn’t bothered at all.

She reached out and touched one of his ears, and he shuddered and twitched. His dick, which had begun to flag a bit, was suddenly alert.

“Sorry, I think my ears have got a bit more sensitive.”

“They’re definitely real,” Angela said, “and apparently so is your, um…”

“Oh, that’s definitely real. It’s pretty big.”

“Frankly, Bartholomew, it looks massive on you.”

“I kinda shrunk a bit and got all twunked out. But guess where all my inches went?”

She looked at his schlong.

“Yup! Mostly, at least. I don’t know if the math works out, but this guy? He has to be 14 or 15 by now. I got bigger while I was sucking myself earlier.”

Wow, that was so matter of fact, she believed him instantly.

“Okay. Were you this …Frank… before?”

“Nah. I was anxious and uptight. I’d be mortified if I were sitting here with my hard dick out and some rabbit ears on in front of a total stranger! But now, I’m like, whatever.”

“I’m going to ask you to let me check a few things. Let me know anything you feel while I’m at it, okay?”

“Sure.”

Angela pulled out a couple of crystals and a very old looking stone with a hole in it.

“This is a hag stone, good for seeing through illusions. And these various crystals are mostly here to be pretty, but I’ll be looking through them or touching them to you to see how they, or you, react.” And so she did, while Bartholomew sat there calmly and a little bored and horny, and the other two guys watched intently. She seemed a little alarmed by what she saw through the hole in the hag stone, and while none of them saw any difference when she touched Bartholomew with various small crystals, she certainly seemed to. She went back a few times to a piece of amethyst and various quartzes, until she seemed satisfied with the results, and then she put them back in the bag.

“Okay. I’m going to call it. This is definitely some kind of fey nonsense. The good news is, it’s not malicious or a curse — more likely it’s a prank, or someone trying to be helpful without thinking through consequences.”

“Cool, I guess.” Bartholomew seemed confused.

“It means that we just need to convince them to call it off and reverse it. That might not be as easy as it sounds. The best way would be to find whoever did this and persuade them to undo it, but barring that, we might need to get creative, and encourage it to run its course. Which would be a guessing game, because I don’t know of any way to tease that info out.”

“Run its course? What will happen?”

“The wording you recall was something like you wished you could ‘relax and enjoy that sort of thing’, right?”

“Probably,” Bartholomew said. “I probably said it a dozen times over the last few years.”

“Nice and vague. Open to interpretation. Any passing fey folk could fill in the blanks in ways that amused them.”

“Really?”

“Take a mischief maker and give him an opening, and you get more mischief. A lot of the good folk are all about sex — dryads and nymphs and satyrs. But the bunny ears make me think of a pooka.”

“Wait, the invisible rabbit guy from HARVEY?”

The others looked at Keith confusedly.

“Classic Jimmy Stewart movie? His invisible rabbit friend?” Keith answered. “Honestly, it’s a great movie. The guy drifts through life with few cares, being nice to people, and with the help of his invisible rabbit spirit friend, helps out here and there.”

“…sure,” Angela said. “Movies aside, though, the legends are more ambivalent, and the chaotic nature of their help is a big part of that. Still, it’s a pretty decent theory.”

“Maybe we just need to ask it nicely to lift the curse.”

“Pretty sure this isn’t a curse, or at least it’s not intended as one. It may have been intended as genuinely helpful.”

“It kind of has been,” Bartholomew said. “What? If it weren’t for this whole thing, Nick and I would still be in denial about each other. Seems like a pretty good deal. Cleared the air.”

“Speaking of which,” Angela said, “is there any chance you would, I don’t know, tone down that pheromone thing?”

“Not that we have figured out yet.”

“It’s gotten pretty distracting, if I’m honest.” She moved closer to the window. “I will see if I can’t find some way to call the pooka.”

Keith shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe this shit is happening in real life.”

Bartholomew just shrugged and stood up. “Well, thanks I guess. Let us know if you find anything.”

“Um, okay…”

“Oh sorry, I wasn’t trying to push you out. I just really want to fuck Nick, and I don’t want to offend you. Not really into girls, sorry. But ever since all this, I’ve been kind of constantly horned up. And I need Nick.”

“Hey, don’t I get a say in—-mmmff!” Nick didn’t get to finish because suddenly Bartholomew was all over him, pulling him back into the bedroom.

Angela stood there, shaking her head. “Is it always like this?”

“It sure has been the last day or two. I swear the boy has zero refractory time. The two of us can barely keep up.”

“Are you guys a throuple or something?”

“I don’t think so. They’re besotted with each other, I’m just convenient.”

*****

 

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[Dream Big]

I have a bit more written, will likely post on Boxing Day if I don’t get to it by Christmas.

 

[Tphilatl]

I have a bit more written, will likely post on Boxing Day if I don’t get to it by Christmas.

That’s great. Can’t wait to read the next chapter. Enjoy your holiday and thanks for sharing.

 

[Dream Big]

It was two hours later. Keith and Angela had gone out and were on their way back, but the boys had no idea.

“Oh my god,” Nick gasped, “how are you still going?”

“Heck if I know!” Bartholomew giggled. “But I think I got bigger again.” He frowned. “Well, at least part of me did.”

“Jeez, B, you’ve gotta be setting some kind of record.

“Wanna check?” The bunny eared boy pulled the measuring tape out and handed it to Nick, who was still breathing heavily.

“Shit. Fifteen and a quarter!” He said, eyes wide. “I’m sorry buddy, but that is not going to go where you want it.”

“Awww. That’s okay. I bet I can suck myself while you pound me!”

“Fuck. My dick hurts, man. Seriously, I am done. If you weren’t running on magic, you’d be too drained to move, too.”

Bartholomew pouted for effect, but he knew it was true. “Fine, I guess we can cuddle. Keith and Angela left a while ago.”

“I’ll measure your height when we get up, okay?”

“Sure. I can be little spoon.”

“Cool,” Nick said. But the moment he breathed in, his dick began to stir again. Apparently no amount of prep or level of exhaustion were really going to stop the pheromones from affecting him.

“Oooh,” Bartholomew giggled. “Maybe you’re not as tired as you think.”

“No, please,” Nick whined. “I’m so fucking tired. We just nutted at least three times!”

“It should worry me, but you know, it really doesn’t. Like, I should be concerned, but somehow I’m not.”

“Mmmhm.”

“I wonder if I’ll ever go back to how I was before.”

“That’s what Keith and Angela are trying to figure out.”

“Right, right. But I meant the psychological stuff, not the physical stuff. I was so fucking anxious.”

“And now?”

“Mostly horny.”

“Still, you have to admit, no matter how cute the ears are, they pose some real challenges.”

“I guess they do.”

“So does the salami down there. And if you get much shorter that might too.”

“It’s whatever, right?” Bartholomew replied. “If they come back with a way to fix it, cool. If not, no big.”

It very much was a big deal, Nick thought. But an uninhibited, relaxed version of his friend — whatever he looked like — was a very nice thought. But first, they’d need to get him back to normal, physically at least.

*****

“Claudia? Yeah… so here’s what we think is happening….”

Angela had called in a favor as they walked cross campus, and Keith marveled at how calm and matter of fact she sounded as she relayed the ridiculous nature of the situation. Claudia responded with a laugh he could hear from a couple of yards away, and then with a torrent of information that Angela seemed to absorb quickly, her expression changing rapidly between surprise and focus.

Finally, Angela hung up and took a deep breath.

“She’s going to text me the link to a good resource and a list of things we’ll need, but most of it isn’t that hard to come by. The tricky bit will be to find the correct entity responsible. Then Bartholomew needs to thank it, and ask it as a favor to alter its gift. And thank it again promptly once it does. Traditionally, clothing and food appease such a spirit, and they’d need to come from Bartholomew. But altering its work is a bigger lift, and could offend it, so the exchange needs to be significant.”

“How can I help?”

“You were present when the wish was made, so it would be best if you were there for this, too.”

“Wouldn’t dare miss it.”

*****


Twilight was ebbing into night as they arrived.

The usual twenty questions followed when Angela and Keith got back to the room, which was expected, but the effects of Bartholomew’s pooka-gift continued to wreak havoc in the dorm, where “desk Danny” had abandoned his post in favor of an illicit session in the storage closet with Felix, whose curiosity apparently came in second to his suddenly raging libido.

Upstairs, the sounds of passion were now unmistakable, no longer plausibly attributed to televisions behind closed doors. Their floor reeked of heady musk and other fluids. A lot of students were discovering new truths about themselves

The epicenter was Nick and Bartholomew’s room, where the windows, fans, and air cleaner were heroically attempting to disperse the pheromone cloud, to only a modest effect.

Miraculously, the boys were not among those rutting like animals — though that was luck of timing more than self control. Nick, clearly fucked out and snoring faintly, was passed out on the couch, while Bartholomew was contentedly slurping and groping his massive dong as he lazed next to Nick. He seemed almost in a trance, and didn’t register their presence at all.

Keith was instantly and painfully hard, and even Angela felt her breasts perk up and a bit of telltale moisture down below.

“Jesus,” she said.

“What now?”

“We really need to get this going. Rouse them, spray them down with febreeze if you have to, and get them moving. I’ll start setting up. Oh, and see if you can get bunny boy to provide a bit of a sample, would you?”

It took some doing, but Keith finally got their attention — Nick groggily agreed to haul Bartholomew into the shower to quiet down the pheromone barrage. When they got Bartholomew to his feet, though, it was clear the changes had continued.

He was now no more than five feet tall, but his dick had to be pushing 17-18 inches. And he was built like a compact gymnast — all lean, functional, beautifully sculpted muscle, just fun-sized. All his hair (and he was naked, so they could see every inch) was the same snowy white of his fuzzy ears, and his eyes seemed larger and brighter than before, and he stood with relaxed ease.

Once their subject was scrubbed down thoroughly, Angela explained the ritual and the plan. Keith lay down a large sheet of linen on which a protective circle had been embroidered, and strategically placed a few unlit candles. Nick was pot to work assembling their offering: a six pack of microbrew, their stash of Halloween candy, and, after some debate, a tumbler full of Bartholomew’s cum.

Angela invoke several names as protection as she lit the candles, and then the boys read their parts from the script she provided.

“We give thanks to the spirit who answered our wish, and call sincerely for his presence here,” they said. “We offer food and drink and gratitude.”

Suddenly the energy of the room changed. Something was present.

“Aw, boys, you really didn’t have to. It was just a little spa day,” said a voice, in a slightly snarky Irish lilt. An indistinct, half shadowed form.

This was where it got tricky.

“What may we call you, spirit?” Angela asked firmly.

“I am a pooka, as ye know,” the voice said.

“Will you assume a form to make our conversation easier?”

“Sure,” he said, ”how’s this?”

Imagine Chris Hemsworth, but with rabbit ears.

“You know, you really don’t need all this,” the creature gestured.

“We don’t know your name,” Angela said quickly, “and needed to be prepared in case you were offended by our informality.

“Hah! Good excuse,” the pooka chuckled, “and points to you for being smarter than the typical idiots. I accept your gratitude and this food and drink and…oh my,”

“With all due respect, sir,” Keith said. “When we both wished Bartholomew were able to relax, we didn’t intend to ask for a favor. And while the gift you gave has certainly allowed B to chill, the physical changes pose a problem.”

“Awww. But look how cute he is! How ready and wanton,” the pooka. “Are you enjoying your life, as you wished?”

“I am,” Bartholomew replied immediately.

“Are you bothered by the changes?”

“Not really. This is super fun,” he said, gripping his dick.

“I don’t see a problem,” the pooka replied.

“He still needs to finish school and get a job,” Angela said. “And besides, what you — sorry, the gift you gave him has some side effects that are causing problems.”

The pooka frowned. “What problems?”

“The scent. It’s too much, and it is causing all sorts of chaos.”

“And the ears, and the dick. It just went a little too far for him to function in the world.”

“He seems quite content,” the pooka said defensively. “Not my fault you guys have screwed up priorities.”

“There are dozens of people in this building who are affected. That’s beyond what Bartholomew or I asked for. He might wind up getting arrested and experimented on, or worse. There are rules here.”

The pooka considered carefully. “Are you rejecting the gift?“

“No! But it’s kind of …..think of it as if you got the wrong size shirt for someone. And they like it, but they can’t wear it. They’d thank you for the thoughtful gift, but it still wouldn’t fit.”

“I would simply change size to fit it,” the pooka said. “Though I suppose that’s not the option here.”

“In the human world, you would exchange the shirt for one that fit properly.”

“Please,” Nick said. “He is my friend.”

“He’s more than a friend, unless I miss my mark,” the pooka said. “If I take back my gift, your friend will go back to how he was.”

“I don’t want to go back to that,” Bartholomew said. “I was an anxious mess.”

The Pooka shrugged as if to say his hands were tied.

“Wait, if Bartholomew is actually grateful and accepting of the gift, you can’t actually take it back, can you?” Angela said.

“Bingo!”

“Could you trade a favor, then?” Keith asked.

“Oh ho, you wish to bargain?”

“Not really. But maybe, if you’re willing, you could exchange a favor or something to temper the effects, as something new.”

“I might be persuaded. For a price. Consider carefully what you ask.”

Nick and Keith pulled Bartholomew between them while Angela kept the creatures attention.

“Moment of truth time,” Nick said. “Priorities have to be toning back the scent, getting rid of the ears, and — sorry babe — making your junk less massive.”

“And if he can’t fix all that?” Keith wondered. “Maybe some kind of illusion to hide the ears, or make things seem normal.”

“If it makes you guys happy, I’m good,” Bartholomew said. “Can’t hurt to ask, right?”

“Pooka,” Keith said, “if we tell you what we are hoping for, will you deal fairly with us?”

The creature arched a Hemsworthian eyebrow. “You question my word?”

“You haven’t given your word yet,” Angela said.

“Hah! Too smart. You guys are fun. Sure. You have my word, but you must give yours, no weaseling out of the deal or haggling over terms.”

They exchanged glances, and nodded.

“Now,” the pooka said, cupping Bartholomew’s chin in his hand affectionately, “what would you ask of me?”

Suddenly, the others found themselves unable to speak.

“Well, I don’t really mind most of this but I can see how it’s not really fair to whammy other people. So can we tone down the pheromone thing? And maybe get a little closer to my usual size?”

“And the ears?”

“At least make em easier to hide or something. That would be cool.”

“Such a waste. You’re quite lovely as you are now. But….Very well. I can give you those gifts. In exchange for your name.”

“My name?”

“Bartholomew. I like the name. I take the name, you get what you asked for.”

Behind him, Angela was furiously shaking her head no. But she could not move or speak otherwise, nor could the others.

“What would my name be?”

“You’d need a new one.”

“Okay, that seems fair.”

“Now listen, I promised to deal fairly with you, and I keep my word. I will change you, though it makes me sad, so that you pass for human. You’ll be mostly the same as you were, but there will always be some remnant of the creature you have become. Your scent will be there but less extreme. It was likely to draw the wrong kind of attention anyway. But I can’t undo what has already been done.”

“Then I accept.”

The spell keeping the others from talking suddenly broke.

“No, B——-“ Nick began, but realized immediately that his friend had no name. Bartholomew seemed like a name….no, that was the pooka’s name, right?

“It’s cool, Nick,” the bunny boy replied. “I think it’s working!”

Before their eyes, their friend’s form began to change. His ears seemed to vanish between blinks, and his human ears reappeared. His height crept back up until he was about 5’8”, a little shy of his original height. His huge cock seemed to scale back, too, but remained a little oversized — he was right at the edge of plausibly hung, sporting 9.5 inches. He’d lost a bit of the compact twunk look, but instead looked like he was a twink who had only recently discovered the part of the gym past the cardio stuff.

But his hair — all of it — remained the same snowy white.

“Whoa,” the white haired boy said, reaching up instinctively for his now normal ears.

Nick quickly closed the gap and hugged his friend tightly.

“B!” He exclaimed. He literally couldn’t refer to his friend under his old name. “Shit, bro, what do we call you now?”

“Maybe …. Barry?” He said tentatively. “Short for Barry. That other name seems pretty uptight now.”

“It’s mine now, anyway,” said the pooka. “Been wanting a nice human name.”

“Thank you,” Nick said.

“Enjoy,” the pooka replied. “The name is a good enough exchange for what I gave. But now, I have to take my fee.”

“What fee?” Keith asked warily.

“You agreed to deal fairly,” Angela said.

“So I did. I came when you called, Angela. You’re a tricky one. And so of you, I claim a fair favor to be named later. On the up and up. Fair?”

She narrowed her eyes, but simply nodded.

“Keith, your wish helped trigger this whole thing. And yet somehow, you got what you asked for, without paying a price.”

“What?”

“You wanted this one to learn how to relax. A kind wish, but a bit selfish, wasn’t it? You thought he was cute and wanted him for sex.”

Keith blushed and looked embarrassed, but Barry seemed unoffended.

“Seems to me you got both your wishes.”

“But I didn’t ask for —“

“Ah, ah, now. I think you can no longer plead innocent. Well, you are in luck, I have an idea about how you can pay your debt. And it’ll entertain me, too….”

Angela shook her head, warning Keith not to protest.

“But first, the hunky bro here, lusting in secret for your friend. You got what you wanted, too, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Aww. Well, I promised fairness. So I should tell you, Barry here isn’t entirely free of the full effects of his gift. The pheromones were meant to encourage Barry to enjoy the moment, to ground him in the physical. But I shouldn’t have linked them to his former anxiety. So here’s what I’ll do….”

*****

A week later, and everyone was adjusting to a new normal.

Angela quickly found it useful to have a pooka associate, especially one as easy on the eyes as the newly minted Bartholomew (who seemed to prefer looking like Chris Hemsworth — plus the rabbit ears). They sparred playfully, with the pooka trying his best to prank her and enjoying her mix of defiance and evasion. The favor owed went unclaimed so far.

The extreme pheromones seemed to be gone, or at least they no longer had the broad effects that had caused such a stir. The folks in their dorm seemed to have rationalized their behavior in various ways, with few lasting consequences. Though Felix and Danny apparently discovered new sides to themselves and were now dating.

Nick, for his part, had zero complaints. He and Barry were quickly acknowledged and accepted as a couple, with Keith available as a reliable FWB. Keith didn’t mind at all. But as it turned out, Barry’s magic scent hadn’t completely gone. It seemed instead to have become tuned to only affect his lovers. Same with his libido — he was no longer a slave to it, but it remained apparently boundless. Nick couldn’t keep up alone, but with Keith helping, it was manageable. But anytime Barry got horny, so did they.— the price of Keith’s wish was, apparently, that he deal with having it come true.

Barry’s name change seemed to sort itself out, right down to his drivers license. Even his parents remembered giving him that name, rather than Bartholomew, at birth. His hair was white from the roots, and seemingly had been since puberty — much the same as his surprisingly large junk. But his improved physique and relaxed demeanor (which was at least partly due to being satisfied sexually as often as he wished) meant he wa no longer a background character in Nick’s orbit — he was, in fact, seen as the slightly exotic guy who’d snagged the campus hottie, and people were genuinely happy for them. His grades suffered at first, because frankly all the sex was a distraction, but his mental health was soooo much better and he was stilll a top student. But he no longer needed to get near perfect scores, and he slept soundly and peacefully.

 

[portlad]

Fantastico. Thank-you.

 

[bob_bobson]

If someone could send a pooka my way to give me an 18-inch dick, it would be much appreciated!

 

[taliesinduomo]

If someone could send a pooka my way to give me an 18-inch dick, it would be much appreciated!

Hell I would be happy with an 8 inch dick....though I would want the washboard abs too!

 

[Dream Big]

Hell I would be happy with an 8 inch dick....though I would want the washboard abs too!

You and me both!

I have a feeling our pooka friend, now named Bartholomew, may resurface in a future story. His mischief is too useful as a trigger, and I tend to enjoy the stories where getting what you wish goes a little too far. I just had this image of poor human Barry getting more and more fey and couldn’t shake it. I also have a couple of friends in real life with anxiety who’d benefit from a visit like this.

 

[ItalMusc]

@Dream Big
Thanks for the journey and happy ending, pun intended. I hope your hopes and wishes for your friends anxiety manifest into solutions without unintended side effects. A gift isn’t actually a gift if the individual doesn’t want it, it’s a burden so we all need to be very specific about what we put on our vision board (lol).
I wouldn’t mind having (or being) a Bartholomew if he came with an on/off switch but then again we really never know until we try it out!
Wishing all a happy, hard, hung and horny 2025