A Teddy for My Ex

Bill knocked again, despite the fact that the windows in Ryan’s house showed only darkness. Ryan’s car wasn’t in the driveway; by his usual schedule, Ryan should have been home from work for an hour so far after a stop into the gym.

Maybe he stopped off for pizza on the way. Were Mondays a cheat day? Bill tried to remember. Back when he and Ryan dated, Wednesdays were the days Ryan’s trainer allowed him a major meal after heavy leg training. Maybe he had switched up his schedule since then.

Bill checked his phone again. He read his message to Ryan: “Can we talk? Important news to share. In person.” Ryan had only responded with a heart reaction. I should have told him more, Bill said. But I couldn’t just text him that his boyfriend was cheating on him.

The fake rock was where it had always been, and though Bill worried this was a wrong move, he fished out Ryan’s spare key and opened the door. The inside smelled exactly as he remembered it.

The kitchen was immaculate; unsurprising, as Ryan was a meticulous man. “He’s not home,” Bill said aloud as he walked up the stairs. “I should go outside.” This was the wrong move, he knew. Ryan was going to think Bill wanted to get back together with him—which was true, of course, but a distant side consideration beyond protecting Ryan from his unfaithful lover. “Nobody cheats on the man I love,” he said.

In the bedroom, Bill did a spin and took it all in. The picture on Ryan’s nightstand was different, now a framed photo of him and his new boyfriend Theo—that cheating bastard.

Theo probably thought he was in the clear when he went to the WaterWorks gay club to get drunk and flirt with muscular men. Ryan didn’t know anybody still “in the scene” Bill’s disciplined bodybuilding lifestyle meant he stayed out of alcohol-fueled debauchery. There would have been no witnesses to Theo making out with that well-built mohawked stud, or Theo sucking that stud’s cock in the middle of the dancefloor, if Bill hadn’t received an offer from one of his personal training clients to go-go dance that night.

From his perch on a box wearing only a jockstrap, Bill had been gyrating his hips and flexing his huge arms, letting his pecs get groped for dollar bills, when he saw his ex-boyfriend’s new man with a stranger’s cock in his mouth. They made eye contact. Bill scowled, but Theo returned a thumbs-up while still slurping away on the muscled man’s thick cock.

Bill had been furious, ready to stomp across the dancefloor and smash little Theo into a stain, but the crowd was too dense. Theo was gone by the time Bill hopped down and fought his way through the mass of shirtless sweaty men.

That was two days before. Now Bill stood in Ryan’s bedroom, lifting the pillow from Ryan’s side of the bed to give it a deep sniff: fabric softener plus Ryan’s sweet musk. Bill sighed, then set the pillow down.

This was dumb, he knew. If Ryan caught him traipsing around his house without permission, he might be distracted from the truth Bill was ready to share. He may seem unreliable. As it was, he wasn’t sure Ryan would even believe him.

”You just walk in uninvited, eh big man?” Said a deep voice with an icy tone. Bill spun around to find Theo standing there.

”Is Ryan here?” Bill asked immediately, crossing his arms. He was at least a hundred pounds heavier than Theo, as well as six inches taller, but beating Theo senseless was both unnecessary and imprudent, though it would have given Bill immense satisfaction. Just staring at the skinny twerp’s narrow shoulders, his stick legs, made Bill’s blood boil. How could Ryan go from a guy MY size to some greasy little twink? He thought.

”He’s on his way home,” Theo said. He held up a phone—Ryan’s phone. “He forgot his phone here, though. I had it when you texted. He’s not expecting to see you.”

Bill doubled his fists, took a step forward—his twerpy adversary was only pec-high to him, but still stared up defiantly—but took a breath. “Soon as he gets here he’s going to hear the truth.”

”Who’s going to tell him?” Theo said with a smile. His dark eyes seemed to flash, like light reflected from them. 

“You know, I should just snap you in half like you deserve,” Bill said. “I don’t know what spell Ryan’s under, but he shouldn’t be with some lying little worm like you!” Bill couldn’t ignore the itch on the back of his neck, growing in intensity until he finally reached back to scratch.

He felt another itch under his armpit. He lifted his thick arm and awkwardly reached over, so bulky he almost couldn’t reach. There was something strange in his armpit. A texture, like a scar. Or… stitching?

”What’s that in your ear?” Theo asked, stepping forward. With insane quickness, Theo’s hand shot forward, plucking something as he snatched away. Bill grabbed his ear; something definitely tore out, although he felt no blood.

Bill looked around confused. In Theo’s fingers he held a tuft of cotton. The little guy winked. Bill stepped back, suddenly overcome by an itch in his throat. He coughed, doubling over, then pulled more cotton from his mouth. “What the—“

He froze when he realized he was suddenly only an inch taller than Theo, his clothes hanging loosely. His belted pants slid down his muscular thighs. His shirt hung nearly to his knees. What the fuck is happening? Bill thought.

The two heard the front door slam shut. “Babe? Theo? I saw your car. Are you home?” It was Ryan! Bill tried to scream his love’s name, but… his lips wouldn’t come apart. Try as he might, he could only make muffled whimpers. He glanced in the mirror above Ryan’s dresser and went white when he realized his mouth was gone, replaced by criss-crossing threads in a horizontal line.

He reached up to pull out the threads, but found nothing but soft nubs where his hands used to be. He let out another muffled scream as he shrank more, now a head shorter than Theo. His stumbled around in his now-giant shirt as he felt his skin starting to itch all over. His hands, now replaced by fuzzy balls, were useless to stop the spread of whatever soft fur had sprouted all over him.

Theo, now twice Bill’s size, grabbed the diminishing muscleman under his armpits and lifted him with ease. Bill couldn’t believe how light he was! Something happened with his eyes. He blinked a few times as his vision went to greyscale, then whimpered again—the only sound he could make now—as he realized he couldn’t even blink.

Theo held Bill up to the mirror as the last of the changes took place. Bill’s eyes were just buttons, his head that of a fuzzy bear. His body had turned plus and soft, his sewn-on limbs bulging with comical cartoon muscles, a roided-up teddy bear, but still no more than a toy.

Bill let out one final whimper before he could make no more sound.

When Ryan finally came upstairs, he felt like something was up. “Theo?” He asked. “What’s that behind your back?”

Theo smiled, then held up his little muscle teddy bear. “I got you this,” he said. “He’s got muscles just like you! Cute, right?”

Ryan squeezed the bear, holding it close. Good lord was it soft! And it smelled… familiar. He couldn’t place why.

”Are you ready for dinner?” Theo said, loosening Ryan’s belt. “Or should we have dessert first?”

He dropped to his knees and swallowed Ryan’s cock whole. The well built man moaned, pressing the teddy bear to his chest as he threw his head back. He sat back on the bed as Theo blew him, then threw up his legs so Theo could finger his ass at the same time.

He had no idea that his massive ex-boyfriend’s clothes and shoes were all neatly folded under the bed, soon to be disposed of as soon as Theo had an opportunity. Ryan squeezed his muscle teddy as Theo’s tongue tickled a sensitive spot, completely unaware that Bill, unable to move but INSANELY stimulated by the contact, was desperate for relief from the escalating stimulation in his inanimate body. 

Sadly, relief would never come for the little bear, as he was nothing but soft.cotton between his legs. Bill’s tension would never break, nor could he ever do anything but sit and watch as another man had his way with the love of his life.