Chapter 3: Set Up
He had wanted someone who could share his love for literature, who could understand his passion for art, who could challenge him intellectually. Not this... this giant, this Adonis, this sex god who was now standing in his tiny living room, his muscles rippling like a living sculpture.
Peter gulped, his eyes widening as he stared at Jake. He was overwhelmed, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He tried to focus, tried to come up with a plan, but all he could do was stare. Stare at Jake's massive biceps, at the chiseled planes of his chest, at the way his thin underwear hugged his thick, muscular thighs. He was mesmerized, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Um, so, uh, what can I have you do?" Peter stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Um, I guess you can start by helping me with the repairs. The sink, maybe? It's, uh, it's a bit broken."
Jake nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Of course, Peter. I am here to serve."
Peter led the way to the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't help but steal glances at Jake, his eyes roving over the giant's powerful muscles and the way the thin fabric of his underwear clung to his thick long cock. He felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment, his cheeks flaming with heat.
The bathroom was a disaster, with tools scattered everywhere and a puddle of water on the floor. Jake looked around, his eyebrows raised.
He was overwhelmed by Jake's sheer size and presence, the scent of sandalwood and masculinity filling his nostrils. He felt a strange mix of fear, excitement, and arousal coursing through his veins.
Jake's eyes twinkled with amusement, and he took a step closer, the blanket falling to the floor. Peter's heart pounded in his chest as he backed away, his eyes widening as Jake continued to advance.
"Peter, you summoned me to be your companion. That means I am here to please you, in every way possible." Jake's voice was deep and resonant, sending shivers down Peter's spine.
He felt a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through him, his heart pounding in his chest. "But I didn't mean for you to, um, to be like this. I just wanted someone to talk to, someone to keep me company."
Jake's smile faltered slightly, his eyes softening. "I understand, Peter. Summoning a companion is new to you, and my form can be... overwhelming. But I am here to make your life better, in whatever way you need." He took a step back, giving Peter some space. "Let's start with the sink.
You can tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to help." Jake's voice was gentle, his eyes kind. He was trying to put Peter at ease, and it was working, at least a little.
Peter took a deep breath, his heart still pounding in his chest. He pointed to the sink, his voice shaking slightly. "The faucet is leaking, and I can't seem to fix it. I've tried everything I can think of, but it's still dripping like crazy."
Jake nodded, stepping closer to the sink. He knelt down, his massive frame making the small bathroom feel even smaller.
He examined the faucet, his large hands deftly unscrewing and removing parts with a precision that belied his muscular physique. Peter watched, his heart still pounding, but his curiosity piqued.
Jake grunted slightly as he removed the last piece, holding it up to the light. "This is the issue," he said. "This washer has worn down. It's allowing the water to leak through." He turned to Peter, his eyes soft. "You did a good job getting this far, Peter. It's not an easy fix."
Peter felt a surge of pride, his cheeks flushing with warmth. "Thanks, Jake. I...
I didn't know what I was doing. I was just guessing and hoping for the best." Peter admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.
Jake smiled, his eyes warm. "Well, you did a fantastic job. Most people wouldn't have even made it this far. You have a knack for this kind of thing, Peter."
Peter felt a blush spread across his cheeks at the compliment. That means a lot."
Jake stood up, towering over Peter in the tiny bathroom. "Now, let's see if I can't fix this thing for you."
Peter nodded, watching as Jake went to work.
He was amazed at Jake’s skill and body, his muscles moving with precision and grace as he expertly handled the tools. The giant man made even the simplest tasks look like a dance, his confidence and efficiency an awe-inspiring sight.
"How did you learn to do this?" Peter asked, his curiosity piqued. "You make it look so easy."
Jake shot him a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s my job cutie, to help you."
As Jake spoke, he deftly replaced the worn-out washer with a new one, his massive hands handling the tiny piece with surprising delicacy. Peter watched, his eyes wide with amazement.
Jake was like nothing he had ever seen before. He was gentle and strong, his movements precise and graceful despite his size. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, as if he had been fixing sinks for a living all his life.
"But how did you learn to do this?" Peter pressed, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Jake glanced up from his work, a warm smile on his face. "It's my job, Peter." He said simply. "To help you."
Peter shook his head, still not quite believing it. "But... how? You're a magical being. A sex companion.
The words echoed in Peter's mind, a mix of confusion and embarrassment rolling through him. He had summoned Jake for companionship, not for sex. Or had he? He couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through him at the thought of Jake's touch, his body. He pushed the thought aside, trying to focus on the task at hand.
Jake finished fixing the sink, turning on the water to test it. The faucet worked perfectly, not a single drop of water leaking out. Peter smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He had done that, with Jake's help.
It did not take long for the sink to be fixed, with the leaky faucet now as good as new. Peter turned to Jake, a smile spread across his face, feeling a mix of gratitude and pride. His eyes lingered on Jake’s muscular frame, the sight making him flush with a mix of feelings he didn’t quite understand. He swallowed hard, trying to push those thoughts away and offered, “I, uh, I think we should celebrate. Can I get you a drink, Jake?
Peter asked, leading the way to the kitchen. He reached up to grab a cup from the top shelf, but his fingers barely grazed the edge of the glass. He huffed in frustration, stretching up onto his tiptoes.
Jake stepped up behind him, his massive frame towering over Peter. Before Peter could protest, Jake reached over him, placing one large hand firmly on Peter's waist. Peter felt a jolt of surprise and arousal as Jake's other hand brushed against his back, his thick cock pressing into Peter's rear. Peter's breath hitched, his heart pounding as Jake grabbed the glass with ease.
Peter spun around, his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment. "Jake, what are you doing?" he stammered, his cheeks flushing a deep red.
Jake hesitated, his eyes softening as he took in Peter's discomfort.
"I apologize, Peter," he said, stepping back quickly, his large hands held out in front of him in a placating gesture. "I didn't mean to... I got carried away. I'm here to serve you, not to make you uncomfortable."
Peter's heart was still pounding in his chest, but he nodded, appreciating Jake's quick apology. "It's okay, Jake. I, uh, I just wasn't expecting...
that," Peter stammered, his cheeks still flushed red from the brush of Jake's hand. He took a deep breath, his heart still pounding, and tried to divert Jake's attention. "Um, you know, I've been meaning to fix the satellite dish, but I just can't seem to get the hang of it. Maybe you could, uh, take a look at it while I make us something to eat?"
Jake nodded, his expression softening. Lead the way."
Peter turned and hurried out of the kitchen, his mind racing. He couldn't deny the effect that Jake had on him, but he also couldn't admit it, not yet. He needed some space, some time to process these new, overwhelming feelings.
He led Jake outside, grateful for the crisp spring air that nipped at his nose and cheeks, grounding him in reality. The satellite dish sat in the backyard, a tangled mess of wires and broken parts, barely recognizable as a once-functioning piece of technology.
"What happened here?" Jake asked, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Peter's spine.
Peter shrugged, trying to brush off the sensation. "I think the storm last night did it in. I've been trying to fix it, but it's beyond my skill level." He gestured vaguely at the dish, not meeting Jake's gaze.
"I'm no expert. I guess I should probably call someone to take a look at it."
Jake's hands rested on his hips, his massive frame casting a long shadow over the dish. "Or," he suggested, his voice a deep rumble, "you could let me take a look. I might be able to get it working again."
Peter hesitated, his eyes flicking from the dish to Jake and back again. He knew how handy Jake had been with the sink, but this was different. This was... outdoors. He could feel the heat of Jake's gaze on him, and it made him nervous, made him feel small and vulnerable.
"I...
I guess you could try," Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel Jake's intense gaze on him, and it sent a shiver down his spine. He was trying to avoid looking at Jake's body, but it was hard. Especially with the way Jake's cock was straining against his underwear, just inches away.
Peter cleared his throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Just, uh, just don't, you know, don't break anything else," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with heat.
Jake chuckled, a low, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through Peter's body. "I'll do my best, Peter," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But I can't promise anything.
This thing looks pretty busted." Jake said, his eyes scanning the dish and the tangled mess of wires surrounding it. Peter nodded, casting a wary glance at the dish before turning back to the house. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. Let me know if you find anything." He called over his shoulder, eager to put some space between himself and Jake's overwhelming presence.
As Peter stepped back into the house, he could feel his heart rate slowly returning to normal. He busied himself with making sandwiches, his mind racing with thoughts of Jake and the strange, overwhelming feelings he evoked.
He couldn't deny the attraction he felt, but it was all so new and confusing. He had never felt this way about anyone before, not even close.
He heard the back door open and close, and Jake's heavy footsteps echoed through the house. Peter's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to calm his nerves by focusing on slicing the tomatoes.
"Peter, I think I've got it working again," Jake announced, his voice booming through the small house.
Peter turned to face him, his eyes widening at the sight of Jake filling the doorway.
His massive frame cast a shadow over the kitchen, and his muscular chest was heaving slightly from the exertion. Peter's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He quickly looked away, turning back to the counter.
"That's great," Peter muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. "Uh, can you grab some plates from the cupboard behind you? They should be on the top shelf."
Jake nodded and reached up to grab the plates, his arm muscles flexing with the movement. Peter watched from the corner of his eye, his cheeks flushing with heat.
He had been trying to avoid looking at Jake, but he couldn't help but steal glances at the giant's powerful muscles and the way his underwear clung to his thick thighs. He felt a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment, his heart pounding in his chest.
Jake grabbed the plates and turned back to Peter, a smile spreading across his face. "So, what's for lunch?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant.
Peter cleared his throat, trying to push the thought of Jake's body out of his mind. "Uh, just sandwiches.
Turkey and cheese, if that's okay," Peter stammered, his cheeks still flushed with heat. He busied himself with assembling the sandwiches, trying to focus on the task at hand and not on the giant of a man standing behind him.
Jake watched Peter with amusement, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Peter, you don't have to be so nervous around me. I'm here to make your life better, remember?" he said, his voice soft and gentle.
Peter hesitated, his hands pausing mid-air as he held a slice of cheese.
"I'm not nervous, Jake. I just... I'm not used to having someone around, that's all." Peter managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He sliced the cheese with more force than necessary, his cheeks still flushed with heat.
Jake chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to fill the small kitchen. "I get it, Peter. Change can be scary, even when it's for the better. But you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm your companion, your friend.
I'm here to help, to support, to make your life better in whatever way I can." Jake's voice was warm and reassuring, and Peter couldn't help but feel a small measure of comfort wash over him.
He put the cheese down and turned to face Jake, his eyes searching the giant's face. "I'm not afraid of you, Jake. I'm not sure what to do with you. I summoned you to be my companion, but I didn't know what that meant. I thought it would be like having a friend, someone to talk to, someone to share my life with.
I didn't realize it would be...this." Peter gestured vaguely at Jake, his cheeks still flushed with heat.
Jake's expression softened, and he took a step closer, his large hand cupping Peter's cheek. Peter's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked up into Jake's warm, kind eyes.
He was taken aback by Jake's touch, his large hand cupping Peter's cheek, his thumb gently stroking Peter's skin. "Jake, I..." Peter stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the bulge in Jake's underwear. He quickly looked away, his cheeks flaming with heat.
Jake followed Peter's gaze, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not big enough for you?" he teased, his voice a deep rumble. He gave his cock a squeeze, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can fix that, you know. If you don't like my appearance or personality, you can always change it." He gestured towards the notebook lying on the kitchen counter, the same notebook that Peter had used to perform the summoning spell. "Just write something new.
Anything you want. Visualize it and write it down," Jake said, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Peter's spine.
Peter looked at the notebook, his mind racing with thoughts of Jake and the strange, overwhelming feelings he evoked. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt, but he wasn't ready to admit it to himself, let alone to Jake. He needed to take control of the situation, to assert his dominance in the relationship. He sat down at the kitchen table, picking up the pen and opening the notebook to a blank page.
He looked at Jake, his cheeks still flushed from Jake's touch and suggestive words. "No, Jake, I wouldn't want to do that. It feels... vain. I like you just the way you are." He said, his voice firm but gentle. He didn't want to hurt Jake's feelings, but he also didn't want to get lost in the idea of changing Jake to fit some ideal image. That wasn't what companionship was about, at least not to him.
Jake nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. I understand. I'm here to support you, not to be a toy for you to mold." He stood up from the table, his muscular body stretching as he did. "Is there anything else you'd like me to fix?
While I have the tools out," Jake offered, his voice filled with genuine concern. He was trying to be helpful, not pushy.
Peter looked around the kitchen, his eyes landing on the old, creaky cabinet door that he had been meaning to fix for months. "Yeah, actually. That cabinet door has been giving me trouble. It won't stay closed."
Jake nodded, putting the plate of sandwiches down on the counter. "Show me what you've got," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.
Peter led Jake to the cabinet, pointing out the door that had been giving him trouble.
Jake knelt down, examining the hinges and the doorframe. His large hands handled the tools with an ease that Peter envied, and he felt a sense of awe watching Jake work.
"You're really good at this," Peter said, his voice filled with admiration. "Did you learn this in your... previous life?"
Jake paused, looking up at Peter with a soft smile. "In a way, yes. My creator instilled in me a vast knowledge of many things, including home repair. I'm glad I can be of use to you, Peter."
Peter nodded, feeling a warm sensation spread through him at Jake's words.
"That's amazing, Jake. I've never met anyone so capable." He admitted, his cheeks flushing with a mix of admiration and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Jake grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "All in a day's work, freckles. Now, let's get this door fixed so we can enjoy our lunch."
Peter watched in amazement as Jake worked on the cabinet door. The giant's hands were incredibly precise and gentle, despite his massive size. He hummed a soft tune under his breath as he worked, the sound filling the small kitchen and making Peter's heart flutter.
He felt a strange mix of admiration and longing, a sense of wonder at the creature that stood before him. He was unlike anyone Peter had ever known, and yet, there was something familiar about him, something comforting.
Jake finished fixing the cabinet door with a soft grunt of satisfaction. He stood up, his massive frame towering over Peter once more. "All done," he said, a smile spreading across his face.
Peter looked at the cabinet, a sense of awe washing over him. He had never seen anyone work with such skill and precision, especially not someone... not something like Jake. "That's incredible," he breathed, his eyes wide with wonder.
"How did you do that so fast?"
Jake chuckled, his deep voice filling the small kitchen. "Like I said, it's all in a day's work, freckles." He stepped closer to Peter, his gaze softening. "You know, you're not so bad at this yourself. You might not have known what you were doing with the sink, but you were resourceful. That's a valuable skill to have." It means a lot coming from someone like you."
Jake's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Someone like me?
What do you mean?" Peter asked, tilting his head slightly, a hint of playful curiosity in his voice.
Jake chuckled, his smile widening as he took a step closer to Peter. "You know exactly what I mean, freckles. You haven't figured it out yet, but you will," he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down Peter's spine.
Peter's cheeks flushed a deep red, and he looked away, breaking eye contact with Jake. He knew what Jake was hinting at, but he wasn't ready to admit it to himself, let alone to Jake. He took a deep breath, trying to push the thought aside and change the subject.
"Anyway, it's getting late. I think I'm gonna head to bed. You can crash on the couch if you want." Peter suggested, trying to keep his voice casual and nonchalant. He didn't want to give Jake any ideas, not yet. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Jake was a magical being, a sex golem created by his grandmother's grimoire. It was a lot to take in, and he wasn't quite ready to explore the implications of that just yet.
Jake nodded, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Sounds good to me, Peter. I'll see you in the morning." He didn't push the issue, respecting Peter's boundaries and giving him the space he needed. Peter appreciated that, more than he could express.
He climbed the stairs to his bedroom, his body aching from the day’s activities. He dropped onto his bed, the soft mattress enveloping him as he let out a contented sigh. Within moments, the world around him faded, and he drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Downstairs, Jake watched Peter ascend the stairs, his large frame filling the narrow hallway. As the sound of Peter’s footsteps faded, Jake turned his attention to the kitchen. His gaze fell on the notebook that Peter had used to summon him, the leather cover worn from use. He picked it up, a sense of purpose filling him. He knew that his appearance was not what Peter had initially envisioned, but he was determined to change that. He wanted Peter to want him, to desire him, and to see him as more than just a companion. He wanted to be perfect for Peter, just as Peter deserved.
Flipping open the notebook, Jake began to write, feeling the magic respond to his will. He scribbled quickly, visualizing the changes he wanted to make. He knew that Peter admired his strength, his power, so he decided to amplify that. He wanted to be the picture of masculine beauty that Peter couldn't resist. He wrote down the changes, his hand steady and sure. When he finished, he closed the notebook and looked down at his body.
The transformation was immediate. He grew taller, his body stretching and shifting until he reached a height of 6'6". His muscles bulged and shifted, his chest growing larger and more defined, his pecs stretching and broadening until they were even more impressive than before. He felt a twinge of pain as his cock lengthened, growing until it reached a massive 10 inches.
He smiled, satisfied with the changes he had made. He knew that Peter wouldn't be able to resist him now. He hid the notebook behind a box above the cupboards, making sure it was well out of Peter’s reach. Jake couldn't help but chuckle to himself, imagining Peter's reaction when he saw him in the morning. He knew that Peter wouldn't be able to keep his hands off him, and the thought of that sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through him. As he stretched out on the couch, he couldn't help but smile, looking forward to the morning and the challenges it would bring. Upstairs, Peter stirred in his sleep, a dream of Jake's new form playing through his mind. He dreamt of Jake's massive body, his bulging muscles, and his enormous cock.
When he woke up, his heart was pounding, and his body was flushed with heat. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the fog of sleep, and stumbled out of bed. He padded downstairs, the old wooden steps creaking under his weight. As he rounded the corner and entered the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. There, sprawled out on the couch, was Jake.
Peter blinked, trying to get his bearings. He had seen Jake's massive size before, but this... this was different. Jake's muscles seemed to have grown even more prominent overnight, his chest and shoulders stretching the seams of his t-shirt. But it was Jake's cock that caught Peter's attention. It was tenting the fabric of his underwear, the bulge so massive that it looked almost painful.
Peter's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at Jake's new form.
He couldn't tell if Jake had always been this big, this... immense. His eyes wandered over Jake's massive body, taking in the new dimensions. But it was Jake's cock that caught Peter's attention, tenting the fabric of his underwear, the bulge so massive that it looked almost painful.
"Jake?" Peter whispered, feeling a strange mix of awe and trepidation. He took a tentative step forward, his eyes never leaving Jake's body. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against Jake's arm. Jake's skin was hot to the touch, his muscles rock hard beneath his fingers. Peter's breath hitched again, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized the full extent of the changes.
His hand lingered on Jake's arm, his fingers tracing the hard lines of muscle, unable to believe the beauty and power of the man that laid before him.
Jake stirred under Peter's touch, his eyes fluttering open to reveal their warm, twinkling gaze. A lazy smile spread across his face as he looked up at Peter, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Peter's spine. "Morning, cutie."
Peter's cheeks flushed with heat, his heart pounding in his chest as he pulled his hand away from Jake's arm. "Uh, morning," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
He couldn't help but steal glances at Jake's form, his eyes roaming over the giant's powerful body.
He couldn't believe how massive Jake was. Had he always been this big? He must have been, right? Peter's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fascination as he took in Jake's new form. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against Jake's arm, tracing the hard lines of muscle. His lazy smile widened as he looked up at Peter, a playful glint in his eye. He reached up, wrapping his massive arms around Peter and pulling him down onto the couch with him. "You're looking at me like you've never seen a naked man before, cutie," Jake murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through Peter's body.
Peter could feel the heat of Jake's skin, the solidness of his muscles, and the pressure of his massive cock pressing against his thigh. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
"Well, never one like you?" Peter managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. He tried to pull back, but Jake's arms tightened around him, keeping him in place.
Peter's heart was racing, and he could feel the heat of Jake's body radiating through his own. He looked up into Jake's eyes, searching for any sign of malice, but all he saw was warmth and amusement.
"Jake, I..." Peter started, but his voice trailed off as he felt Jake's hand grip his hip tightly.
"Peter, listen to me," Jake said, his voice stern but gentle. "I am here to serve you, to make your life better. I know that this is new and maybe a little intimidating, but I would never hurt you.
Let me show you how good it can be, how good we can be together." Jake's voice was low and husky, his gaze locked onto Peter's, willing him to understand.
Jake rolled over, flipping Peter onto his back, and hovered over him, his massive cock dangling onto Peter’s chest. Peter gasped, his eyes widening in shock and awe at the sight of the huge, thick shaft mere inches from his face. His heart was pounding so hard he felt it in his ears, and his breath came in short, sharp gasps. He could feel the heat of Jake's body radiating onto his, the weight of the golem's muscular frame pressing him into the couch.
He could smell Jake’s scent, a mix of earth and man, and he found it intoxicating.
Jake's cock twitched against Peter's chest, the massive length brushing against his skin, leaving a trail of precum that soaked through his shirt. Peter's breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he looked up into Jake's eyes, which were now filled with a fierce, primal desire.
"Jake, I-I can't," Peter stammered, his voice barely audible as he tried to push Jake away. He could feel the heat of Jake's body, the weight of his muscular frame pressing him into the couch, and the sheer size of Jake's cock was overwhelming. He wasn't sure he could handle it, wasn't sure he wanted to. But Jake's grip on his hips was like a vice, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding him in place.
He leaned in, his massive frame looming over Peter, his eyes never leaving Peter's. He was close enough now that Peter could see the flecks of gold in the dark brown of his irises, could see the way his thick, dark lashes cast shadows on his cheeks. His breath was hot on Peter's face, and Peter could smell the faint scent of earth and musk that clung to him.
Jake leaned in for a kiss, his lips brushing against Peter's. Peter's eyes fluttered closed, his breath catching in his throat as he felt Jake's soft, pliant mouth move against his. It was a gentle kiss, almost chaste, just a soft press of lips against lips. But it ignited a fire in Peter that he hadn't been expecting, a spark that went straight to his groin and made his cock suddenly, painfully hard.
He gasped against Jake's mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt Jake's lips press against his neck, the light scrape of stubble sending shivers down his spine. Jake's chuckle was low and dark, vibrating against Peter's skin as he trailed kisses down his throat, his hands roaming over Peter's body, exploring every inch.
"Jake, wait," Peter managed to gasp out, his fingers digging into Jake's shoulders, trying to push him away. But his body betrayed him, arching into Jake's touch, craving more. He could feel the heat of Jake's body, the solidness of his muscles, and the pressure of his massive cock pressing against his thigh, and it was all too much.
Jake paused, pulling back slightly, his eyes searching Peter's face.
"What's wrong, cutie?" he asked, his voice gentle despite the desire that still lurked in his eyes.
Peter took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he gathered the courage to speak. "Jake, we can't do this. I can't do this," he said, his voice shaking slightly. He pushed at Jake's chest, trying to create some space between them. "I don't want you like this, Jake. I can't want you like this."
Jake's expression softened, and he sat up, releasing Peter from his grasp. "I'm sorry, Peter. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said, his voice filled with genuine regret. He ran a hand through his hair, looking down at his massive body as if seeing it for the first time. "I thought... I thought you wanted this.
You summoned me, after all. I thought you wanted me to be... more," Jake said, his voice filled with confusion and hurt.
Peter quickly stood up, his heart pounding in his chest as he put some much-needed distance between them. "I... I did want you, Jake. I do. But not like this. Not... not this huge," Peter stammered, gesturing vaguely at Jake's massive form. He could feel the heat of Jake's gaze on his back, the weight of his confusion and pain pressing down on him. He knew he had hurt Jake, but he couldn't bear the thought of being with him like this.
He needed space, needed time to think. "Jake, I... I need to get you some clothes," Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper. He handed Jake his laptop, his fingers brushing against Jake's. "Here, use this to shop online. I'll be back in a bit."
Peter quickly made his way to the bathroom, his mind racing as he tried to process what had just happened. He leaned against the closed door, his heart pounding in his chest as he let out a shaky breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He had summoned Jake, had wanted him, but not like this. Not this huge, not this overwhelming. He needed time to think, needed to figure out what he wanted, what he needed.
He turned on the sink faucet, splashing cold water on his face.
The shock of it helped to clear his head, and he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He heard Jake moving around in the living room, the clack of keys on the keyboard echoing down the hallway. He knew he should go back out there, should face Jake and talk about what had just happened. But he couldn't bring himself to move. Not yet.
In the living room, Jake was scrolling through an online store, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He had found a section dedicated to swimwear, and he was having a field day. He selected a pair of tiny, electric blue speedos, adding them to the cart with a chuckle. He also found a pair of leather chaps and a harness, his eyebrows raising in amusement as he clicked 'add to cart.' He was determined to win Peter over, to show him that he could be everything he wanted and more.
Jake shrugged off the failed attempt at intimacy and turned his attention to the laptop, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he scrolled through page after page of sexy swimwear. He added a pair of neon green, barely-there briefs to the cart, chuckling to himself as he imagined Peter's reaction. The more outrageous the clothing, the more Jake wanted to buy it. He was on a mission to make Peter see him in a new light, and if that meant he had to strut around in skimpy underwear, then so be it.
As Jake continued to browse, he stumbled upon something that caught his attention. A folder labeled 'Peter's Stash'. He hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt for invading Peter's privacy.
But his curiosity got the better of him, and he clicked on the folder. It was filled with photos and videos, all tagged with dates ranging from years ago to just a couple of days prior. Jake's eyes widened as he scrolled through the collection, his heart pounding with a mix of surprise and arousal.
The photos and videos were a porn collection , a curated selection of Peter's favorite scenes and performers.
Most of the content featured men with bodies like Jake's own, muscular and powerful, with enormous cocks that dwarfed their partners.
Jake felt a pang of realization, his heart sinking as he understood why Peter had been so uncomfortable with his enhanced form.
It wasn't necessarily the size, but the fact that it was too much, too overwhelming for Peter's tastes.
Jake felt a twinge of guilt for not consulting Peter's preferences before making the changes, but he also felt a spark of determination.
He had seen the images of tattooed men and the drastic height differences that Peter had been browsing through. He closed the laptop, a new idea forming in his mind. He wanted to show Peter that he could give him what he desired, that he could be the perfect companion. He just needed to be a little more subtle about it.
Jake grabbed the hidden notebook from its hiding spot above the cupboards, flipping it open to a fresh page. He quickly scribbled down his new parameters, visualizing himself at his previous height of 6'4". With a flick of his wrist, he closed the notebook and tossed it back onto the counter, making sure it was where Peter had left it the night before.
He heard the squeak of the bathroom door opening, the soft pad of Peter's footsteps as he made his way back to the living room. Jake turned to face him, plastering a smile on his face despite the lingering ache in his chest.
“Hey, cutie. You okay?” Jake asked, his voice gentle and concerned.
Peter's eyes flicked to the laptop screen, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “Um, yeah, sorry about that. I just, uh, needed some space,” Peter stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jake's smile softened, and he took a step forward, wrapping an arm around Peter's shoulders. “It's okay, Peter. I get it. This is all new, and I might have gotten a little carried away,” Jake admitted, his voice filled with sincerity.
“I just want to be helpful, Peter. That's all I want.” He looked into Peter's eyes, his gaze soft and gentle.
“Jake, I’m so sorry,” Peter admitted, wringing his hands in front of him. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I just… I wasn’t expecting all this, you know? It’s a lot to take in.”
Jake's expression softened, and he smiled warmly at Peter. "It's fine, Peter. Truly. We're both new at this. But tell me, what can I do to make this right? To show you that I'm here to help?"
Peter took a deep breath, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a task that would keep Jake busy and give him some space to think.