Brad completed his core profile, following the instructions in the booklet. He felt a familiar sensation of peculiar excitement as he followed the steps to execute his plan. He looked down at the finished profile on the screen.
Name: Brad Rivera
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Lean
Status: Married
Sexual Preference: Gay
Penis size: 6.5"
Occupation: Physicist
Blinking words appeared on the screen. “Password Protect?”
Brad glanced at the message and, without much thought, decided he might as well hide his profile behind a password, quickly providing his standard one and hitting ENTER.
The profile disappeared, but could easily be brought back by simply typing in his password.
He continued progressing through the menu, growing more excited as he did so. He even chuckled as he came to the good stuff, a menu of potential transformations.
One sub-menu dedicated to insect particularly appealed to him. Possibilities included beetles, ants, fleas… such an assortment of choices.
But, in his estimation, the only drawback to using his own invention to shrink himself to an incredibly small size was that it took so fucking long to travel from Point A to Point B. With wings, he could solve that problem and still enjoy the experience of being small in a gigantic world.
He continued to scan the possibilities, choosing at last to enter HOUSE FLY (MUSCA DOMESTICA) with a simple tap.
He felt almost giddy, but then that nagging little voice that usually tried to squash his more careless impulses, reared its head.
But, as he understood the instructions, he could program a timer to restore him. He could give the machine a test, remain a fly for five minutes, and changed back.
Or, he could be even more sensible and wait for his husband Mark to get home. Mark was always fond of calling Brad a “bug” when he was shrunken down. With the device, they could make it happen under Mark’s steady, safe supervision.
Brad groaned. He was hard now! But, it was sensible to wait.
He did finish all the programming. All he needed to do now was wait for Mark to get home in a few hours. He could let his husband do the honors of clicking the button to induce Brad’s transformation.
In meantime, a warm shower sounded awfully good. His arousal held up long enough to strip and step under the water. Instead of rinsing, he began stroking. He’d worked himself so close it didn’t take long. The climax helped him take off his edge, and he kept showering.
Meanwhile, his husband, home from work unexpectedly early, entered the house. He heard the running water at the end of the hall and considered surprising Brad by joining him. He got diverted, however, when he saw the unfamiliar device on the table where Brad had left it.
Picking up the device, he called out his husband’s name.
Brad turned off the shower, convinced he had heard something. He stepped out of the shower, reached for a towel, and listened.
Mark, device in hand, walked the hall toward the bathroom. “Brad!” Mark called again. “What’s this thing?”
Brad heard Mark’s voice for certain and was about to respond when he felt a wave of dizziness. The transformation was almost instantaneous. Brad simply faded in a flash, replaced by a dark, winged insect trapped under tons of cotton fabric as his towel collapsed on top of him.
“What the fuck?” Brad shouted, only his thoughts failed to produce the intended words. Instead, he heard a shrill buzzing as his new wings flexed.
Brad crawled slowly, finally emerging from beneath the tile, six wiry legs spread out beneath him.
“What the hell?” Brad thought as he fought back panic. “How…”
The enormous door opened. Brad’s even more enormous husband entered, randomly jabbing at buttons on the shiny, huge device in his hands.
“Babe? Where are you?” Mark bellowed. “And what is this thing?”
Brad watched Mark wave the device in one hand as it suddenly clicked what must have happened.
“Mark! Dammit!” Brad flew off the floor and gained altitude. As he did so, Mark’s form grew ever larger, giving him pause.
But what choice did he have? Mark was the only person who could possibly fix this.
He flew toward his husband, buzzing loudly. “Mark! It’s me!”
Mark responded by…