Dalton's Day Off

[6 word request: Jackass laughs grows bubblebutt and feet]

Dalton didn’t expect me to be home from work so early, but he didn’t even flinch when I walked in the front door to find him on the couch with his hand down his sweatpants. Lazy lids hung low over bloodshot eyes as he giggled at the television. I wasn’t even sure if he was aware I was there.

“Hey, Dalton!” I said loudly, clapping my hands. I’d cleaned the living room before work, but now it was littered with crumpled chip bags and empty soda cans. He’d only lived with me for a month, but I had already begun to regret it.

He glanced over from the TV as if noticing me for the first time and winked. “Hey sexy,” he said, licking his lips. “You think you could mix me some… uh, crystal light, or something?”

Behind me the bathroom door opened and I whirled around to see a stocky guy in a flannel and work jeans come out, wiping his hands on his shirt. He froze when he saw me. “Hey,” he said in a deep voice. “I’m Rick.” He extended a hand but I didn’t take it.

“I’m James,” I said, crossing my arms. “I live here.”

“Rick was just leaving,” Dalton chimed in. Rick gave Dalton a head nod as he headed for the door. Dalton was back in his bleary-eyed daze.

“Uh, Dalton, who the fuck was that?”

Dalton blinked his eyes. “Who? Oh… Rick? I dunno. Found him on Scruff. He came over and rode my dick for… I dunno, twenty minutes? An hour? Maybe two… fuck, what time is it?”

I rolled my eyes, stomping into the kitchen, wondering if I should wait until he sobered up a bit to tell him he should pack his things and get the fuck out. Why the hell was I so charmed by blonde dudes with nice abs?

At the fridge I was shocked to feel his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me close to him. He rubbed his hard pants-clad cock against my ass and I had to admit, I was starting to reconsider. He grabbed one of my hands and guided it to his ripped midsection. For a moment, my irritation had entirely lifted.

“You’re not mad I fucked another guy, are you?” he said softly into my ear, nibbling on my earlobe. Damn, was he good! I started to melt into his strong arms.

“No, I’m just… if you’re going to be home all day, don’t trash the place please,” I said. (Hours later, I would look back at this moment and chide myself for being so easily manipulated.)

“How about we go into your bedroom and… maybe…” He pumped his hips, sliding his rigid cock between my ass cheeks, our clothes the only thing keeping him from being balls deep in me.

I wriggled from his grasp. “How about this: every time you make a mess that I’m gonna have to clean you, you gotta bottom. Deal?”

Dalton blinked his reddened eyes and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair. “Babe, you kidding me? With my dick and your perfect ass, why would we ever switch up?” He ran a hand down the back of my pants, his finger teasing my hole. Fuck, did he have me good!

I sighed deeply, only suddenly remembering the cookies my friend Nathan had given me. I raised an eyebrow, leaning into the fridge to grab the tupperware container. “Fine,” i said, popping the lid and handing one of the rainbow-chip cookies to my roommate and sometimes fuck-buddy.

Dalton eyed the cookie as if searching from something hidden. “There any… like, weed in this?”

I tried to remember the ingredients Nathan had told me about: mugwort, bloodmoss, powdered moonstone… “Try it,” I insisted. “You’ll love it.”

Dalton took a bite, reeling on his feet as the flavor washed over him. I put my hands on his muscular shoulders to steady him. “Fuck, this is fucking… GOOD! Can I have another?”

I shrugged, handing him a second. “Enjoy, babe. Let me just change and then maybe… we shower together?”

Dalton nodded slowly. “Sounds good. I’ll be on the couch.” He tugged down his sweatpants, revealing the tip of his hard skyward-pointing cock. While it was true, his dick was amazing, I absolutely wanted to get into his nice bubble ass and really get out some of the frustration he’d added to my life since he moved in.

I called Nathan from the other room. “Gave Dalton one of your cookies,” I said. “The cursed ones. Remember?”

Nathan chuckled. “Really? That prettyboy hunk roommate of yours? Wow. Well, get ready for the new-and-improved Dalton.”

“What’s it do again?” I asked. “You said to give them to a guy before getting him to bottom for me, right?”

Nathan laughed again. “That curse is some powerful magic. I had to rest a whole day before I whipped those up. But yeah, it should enhance both the size and posterior of anyone who eats one. Plus I added in a few bonus elements that I just know you’ll love. Call me tomorrow to thank me, got it?”

“Great,” I said, wondering if I really believed all of Nathan’s shamanistic mumbo-jumbo. “How long does it last, though? Like if he ate two of the cookies?”

“He ate TWO?” Nathan said. I paused as I yanked my tie off and undid my buttons.

“Why do you sound like that’s a bad thing?” I said.

“How about this: why don’t you go check on him and… well, call me if there’s anything you absolutely can’t live with, okay?”

I paused. Was Nathan’s magic BS actually real? Nah. No chance, right? I shrugged and ended the call.

Dalton was back on the couch, gently rubbing his knuckles against his hard dick. His mouth curled into a half-smile as I approached.

“You look hot in regular clothes,” he said, licking his lips. “Fuck, I’m thirsty. Can you get me something to dri--eeeeeeeeeee-HAW!”

I froze at the bestial sound he’d uttered. He didn’t even seem to have noticed.

“What was that, buddy?”

“Man, those cookies were bomb,” he said. “Can I have another--HEEEEEEEEE-haw…” This last utterance came with his head thrown all the way back. His breathing had become hoarse and I noticed he was running his tongue over his teeth.

Then--POP!--his ears exploded upward. My eyes went wide as I realized he had velvety foot-long jackass ears extending off his head. He scrunched his face and cocked his head to the side, as if he couldn’t quite put his finger on what was off.

“Are you… okay, Dalton?”

He started giggling, then opened his mouth and let out a full-throated, “HEEEEEEEE-haw!”

I couldn’t resist; I had to feel those ear! I reached out and grabbed one. It twitched at my touch, but it was so soft! I rubbed it gently, watching as Dalton’s leg kicked. “Heeeeee-hawwwww…” he let out quietly.

“Can you still talk?” I asked.

He just giggled again, shaking his head and letting out another long, deep bray.

“Damn,” I said.

He licked his lips with a much thicker tongue that was mottled with black. His teeth seemed bigger and clunkier too. My prettyboy roommate looked ridiculous! He slowly rose to his feet, his face gently twitching. He leaned forward and kissed me, the much bigger tongue darting into my mouth. As I kissed him back, I watched his ears fold down flat against his face. He grabbed me with his strong hands and started rubbing his crotch against mine.

Damn. I’d wanted to bottom him, but even as transfigured as he was, I was still in the mood to get fucked--as long as no more parts of him “donked out” so to speak.

But before my eyes, I watched as the rock-hard ten-incher in his sweatpants started to dwindle. I was shocked as it slowly shrank down. It looked pathetic when it was under half its length, but I was shocked to watch the little nub left over finally vanish with a light puff of air.

Once again, Dalton seemed oblivious to the change.

I reached out and rubbed the space where his cock had been, feeling only smooth groin and the little tuft of hair Dalton had left behind. He was as bare as a ken doll down there now! I couldn’t believe it: Nathan’s magic had really worked!

Dalton snorted and wobbled uncomfortably for a moment. He grabbed on to me for support and let out a long, guttural bray as I watched his perky bubble butt suddenly swell out like an inflatable. I watched in amazement as it blew up to quadruple its original size. I couldn’t resist: I had to feel this big new ass! As I grabbed the warm, soft flesh, I felt that beneath all that jiggly cushion was his glute muscle underneath, hard as a bicep. I gave it a slap and jiggled it. Dalton twitched as if I’d just licked the underside of his cock.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” I said, giving his massive caboose another slap and watching it wriggle. To my dismay, Dalton fell backwards on his beautiful new cakes, kicking his feet up at me. I took a look at the electric blue gripper socks on his feet and heard them starting to rip.

“The fuck…” I began. Dalton just let out a long bray as his feet blew up like his ass had. I finally pulled his socks off, freeing the swelling feet, that were nearly thirty inches long when they were done growing. I took a look at the massive, vein-gnarled feet and rubbed the gigantic heels with my thumbs. Dalton brayed loudly, slapping the couch as if he couldn’t handle the sensations wracking his body.

This was amazing: it looked like Nathan had taken away Dalton’s dick entirely, and made his ass and feet his new pleasure organs--while making them his hugest features (probably to make up for the lost of his huge cock). I couldn’t resist anymore: I tore off Dalton’s shirt and yanked down his sweatpants. He was all too happy to release his big ass from its confinement, shaking it back and forth. I stared at it, mesmerized by its voluptuous size.

Suddenly the door popped open. Husky Rick walked in without waiting for an invitation. “Hey, I’m sorry, I think I left my wallet here…” His jaw dropped as he realized the model-sexy blonde he’d fucked before had morphed into a crude caricature of his formerly flawless self, braying pathetically and wobbling his huge ass back and forth while humping the air with his completely smooth groin. I wondered if Dalton was ashamed of this humliiation, deep down. If he was, he didn’t show it. He just giggled and brayed.

“You’re welcome to join in,” I said, crouching behind Dalton and straddling one of his legs. I got licked the underside of his foot, finally swallowing his gigantic big toe--now, as big as a dick. As I suckled on it, Dalton brayed, desperate--but unable--to cum.