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  1. It's been a while since I last posted a story. Sure hope I didn't get rusty. George had had a weird feeling about David lately. Even though George, or Big G, as his fellow jocks called him was the captain of the wrestling and football teams, infamous horndog and overall pretty much uncrowned king of the school, just glancing at David made shivers run down his spine. He didn’t even know why, after all David was still the same small size like he used to be, just like last week when George had taken the greatest pleasure in ridiculing and bullying the smaller man, but something about the nerd had changed. Maybe it was his new aura of confidence that he inexplicably had developed or the fact that he didn’t duck away from George when he walked through the halls. Or maybe it was the new shimmering ring that David was always toying with. Whatever it was, all of George’s doubts and insecurities where blown away when the nerd bumped into him one day. He had just been chatting with Katie, one of the few girls in school he hadn’t yet scream at the top oof her lungs as she rode his massive 9 inch monster. He had been making casual hints about the girth of his cock and the size of the bottle in his hand when David bumped his bony shoulder into George’s muscular arm, causing the brute to spill drink all over the new tanktop he was wearing. Katie started to giggle, but George’s handsome face turned red with anger. “Watch where you’re going, twerp!”, he yelled, grabbing skinny David by the shoulder and spinning him around. David was simply grinning, obviously pleased with the way he had angered the much bigger man. “Sorry, George, didn’t see you there.”, David replied sarcastically, “Besides you’re not so big that you could call someone twerp.” Katie had stopped giggling now, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene. “I’ll show you just how big I am, twerp. Meet me in the gym in 10 minutes, we’ll have a measuring contest. That will teach you ignoring these babies.”, the jock said, flexing a thick biceps for effect. “I’m gonna be the judge.”, Katie chimed in enthusiastically. David just nodded, his grin even wider than before. A few minutes later Katie and George waited for the David in the school’s gym, the smell of iron and sweat heavy in the air. “I bet the nerd got too scared to embarass himself and ran home.”, the jock boasted, having changed into a sleeveless hoodie and black sweatpants for the contest. Katie giggled again. In that moment the door opened squeakingly and David stepped into the clearly unfamiliar environment. While he wore a long sleeved workout shirt and similar sweatpants to the ones George wore, he couldn’t have looked more out of place. The textile hung loose on his bony frame and the ring he was playing with didn’t help making him look better either. The tension was nearly palpable as the smaller man walked towards the pair and in an attempt to ease it a bit, Katie intervened. “Have you thought about the stakes yet?” George was the first to answer. “If I win, which I will, I want the nerd to come to my next match and apologize to me for being disrespectful and then kiss my feet.”, he said with a cruel smirk, sure the smaller man would chicken out. David didn’t seem fazed by the demand at all. “If I win I want Georgie to suck my cock.”, he replied, obviously enjoying calling the jock ‘Georgie’. Immediately the bigger man grabbed the man by the collar and effortlessly lifted him into the air. “No way in hell I’d ever suck your disgusting cock. And if you call me by that name again you better make sure the hospital has a puzzle enthusiast to get your parts back together.”, he said, his deep baritone filled with anger. “But since there’s no way in hell you’ll win, why not. If you can beat me in even one category I’ll suck your cock once.”, the jock said in a generous tone. David just grinned cheekily. “And what if you lose to me in every category?”, he asked. “Haha, good joke twerp, but okay. If you beat me in each every category, which is not gonna happen in a million years, I’ll be your cumdump for an entire month.”, George laughed, earning him disgusted looks from Katie. “That‘s a deal then, Big G.”, David said and extended a hand. And while George was still a little annoyed by the nerd using his jock nickname but still shook the smaller man’s hand, sealing the deal. “Let’s get started then.”, Katie said, clapping her hands. She still looked a little disgusted by the demands of the two men, but had regained some of her formerly cheerful demeanor. “How about starting with legs, big guy.”, George said in a joking fashion. He knew that his legs were his strongest part thanks to the sports he played and wanted to crush David’s confidence as soon as possible. Faster than the human eye could see, George’s had stripped out of his sweatpants, leaving his marble statue like legs on full display. “Good thing I never leave out leg day.”, the jock thought as he flexed his impressive thighs and calves. “Let’s stick to measuring our upper legs. Don’t want to embarass yourself when measuring against these diamond calves.”, he boasted as Katie put the measuring tape around the bigger man’s immense thighs. “24 inches.”, she announced, trying hard to not squeal from being so close to the womanizer’s legendary cock. Even though it was soft, the thing made the black boxer shorts bulge immensely, while radiating a lot of heat. Just from the outline of it, Katie could tell that George had not been lying about it’s girth when trying to seduce her. “Oh come on, Katie, you want me to believe that these chicken legs are 24 inches?”, David intervened and patted the muscle. George wanted to protest that he didn’t have chicken legs and how the nerd could dare touching his prided muscle, but as soon as David had touched him an intense pleasure flooded through his legs. The feeling was similar to cumming into a gorgeous girl, only several times stronger. The jock nearly moaned, but as quickly as the feeling started had it faded away. George looked down gain and was shocked by what he saw. His prided legs were no longer the near bodybuilder size they had been before, but far smaller and while he still had some definition and muscle it was a far cry from the marble statue like size it had been before. Then the pleasure returned for a moment and George could feel something change in his mind. Gone were the memories of working his legs religiously and bragging to his friends about their size. Instead he now remembered always focussing on his upper body and arms, training his legs only to look somewhat proportionate. He had never been much of a legs guy, after all arms and chest were what got the girls going. Katie looked just as confused as him for a moment and measured again. “17 inches.”, she announced, visibly confused. “Damn man, you really have chicken legs.”, Davd laughed and patted the smaller muscle again, “Guess it’s time for Katie to take my measurements.” WIth that he too dropped his pants and revealed the biggest pair of legs George had ever seen and considering how meaty the legs of some of his teammates were that meant a whole lot. Even David’s feet were massive size 18 ones by George’s estimation. Katie took the measuring tape and wrapped it around the massive muscle. “30 inches.”, she announced and admired the huge quads some more. Even David’s calves looked like they belonged not to a high schooler but a bull, making George embarassed by his far smaller ones. “Guess that means you owe me a blowjob, chicken legs.”, David proudly announced, giving his legs another flex before pulling his pants up again. He visibly struggled with getting the clothing over the legs that looked completely out of place on this otherwise skiny man. “Choose the next category, big guy.”, the strong legged nerd said, sounding even more sarcastic than before. “Arms.”, George announced, gaining new confidence frrom the fact that the front of David’s underwear had been pretty flat. Again it was George’s turn to start. While his arms weren’t exactly his strong point and many of the guys on the football and wrestling teams were bigger than him, he was sure that he could beat David. The guy looked like someone had attached two sticks to his shoulders. Even with George’s more athletic than bulky arms beating the nerd would be a piece of cake. It took Katie a while to avert her eyes from the massive wheels that David had poured into his skintight sweatpants, but eventually she focussed on the task at hand. With he delicate fingers she wrapped the tape around George’s biceps, gently rubbing the dense muscle and definitely enjoying it a lot. “That delicious biceps has 18 inches.”, Katie purred. George had suspected that she was an arms type of girl from the way she had rubbed his upper arm when they had flirted, but that reaction was pretty intense. Much to the jock’s contentment a sour look passed over the nerd’s face as David stepped forward. He grabbed George’s left arm squeezed the muscle . Naturally he didn’t even make a dent. “Not bad, Georgie, they’re pretty dense. But I don’t really think these arms are 18 inches.”, David commented and the intense pleasure from before overtook the jock’s mind once again. Memories of being close to equal to his teammates when it came to arms were wiped from his head and new memories took their place. Being forced to arm wrestle against the football team’s linebacker and losing in a spectacular fashion. Being jokingly mocked for his weak throws at football practice. The memories of him being team captain to the wrestling and football teams faded too. He was just a normal player, not great not horrible, just average. A meaty thud pulled George back to reality. David had pulled his right arm up into a flex and again patted it with a massive calloused mit. The sound kind of reminded George of when he rubbed his own biceps, just a couple dozen times meatier and harder. Again Katie measured the football player’s biceps, uttering “14 inches.” while she quickly pulled the tape away from George and went over to David, drawn to the huge muscle like a moth to the light. She fought hard to suppress a moan as she rubbed the huge globe of muscle, tracing all the grooves and ridges of the humongous biceps. David just cleared his throat and chuckled: “While I really do enjoy it, I think we should really do the measurement first. You can feel it up afterwards all you want.” With that promise wrapped her measuring tape around the powerful muscle and proudly announced “Powerful, mouthwatering 22 inches.”, before going back to rubbing it. George didn’t know what to say, he didn’t even knoe why he had called for this contest in the first place anymore. And another thing was troubling him. He could have sworn that David had been nearly a head shorter than him, but now they were eye level with one another, George just a centimeter or two taller than the guy with the largest arms and legs in school. “Guess we go for chest now.”, George stated the obvious. Katie on the other hand looked incredibly upset, since she had to stop caressing the huge arms of David for a while. George stripped out of his sleeveless hoodie. He was confident that he’d finally beat David even if it was only one category. After all the other man, despite having some definition in his torso from having to move the giant arms and legs he owned, didn’t have a nearly as impressive chest as George did. As Katie placed the tape around his chest, George made sure to bounce his pecs for her, earning him a giggle from the cute girl. “42 inches.”, she said and gave his cut eightpack, which he was especially proud of, a rub, “Not bad.” “Not bad indeed, Georgie. I bet it took you quite a while to build a chest like this, right? But let’s be honest 42 inches sounds a bit too much for a chest like this.”, David replied. I wanted to ask what he was talking about, but then he weighed one of my pecs in one of his calloused hands and another wave of pleasur shot through my body. Suddenly it felt like the weight David was playing with was a lot smaller, like there was less pec to weigh in his bear sized paw. George tried bouncing it and there was definitely a lot less heft to it than he remembered. Another short spike of pleasure washed over him and he looked down. The jock wasn’t sure why he had thought he had a pair of big pecs. Sure, his were pretty tight and shredded, but not huge by any means. After all George had little trouble seeing his sixpack and size 10 feet. Even though he knew what was coming, the voice of Katie saying “34 inches.” after measuring again caught him a little off guard. His confusion was interrupted by the giant mass of muscle that made up the chest of his contest opponent. George had no doubts that David was unable to look past his chest. The massive pair of brawny pecs looked like it was made to block his view downwards completely. George looked at Katie, who despite her own busty chest looked pretty jealous of the massive stud who had now begun bouncing the bulging mass of hard flesh to a little tune only he could hear. It almost seemed like an insult when the busty girl asked the even bustier guy to stop bouncing so she could measure. “That’s an even 50 inches.”, Katie said and put the measuring tape away. “Uhm, Katie, I don’t think we’re finished yet.”, David rumbled as she turned to leave. Both the girl and George gave the stud a quizzical look, but the jock was the first to speak. “What do you mean? We did all the measurements and as expected you won every category.”, he said, still not entirely sure why he had challenged the much bigger man in the first place. Then it dawned him. he remembered bumping into David and being called “twerp” even though he wasn’t small by any means. Then George had bragged how much bigger his cock was than David’s knowing that the overall bigger guy only had about 3 inches of cock between his muscular thighs, a fact that reguarly caused mockery in the locker room. Without much further explanation George and David dropped their pants. The smaller man was certain of success when he compared his own bulging boxer briefs with the flat front of David’s underwear. There was no way he’d lose that last category. With practiced ease Georger fished his 9 inch soft monster cock out of his struggling briefs. Katie’s jaw nearly hit the floor when she realized that the rumors about the size of that thing were actually true. She gulped as she held the ruler next to the quickly hardening tool, feeling the blood pulsing through George’s pride and joy. It only was a few moments before the cock was fully hard. “9.3 inches.”, Katie announced, still baffled by it’s size as George crammed it into his underwear again. “Come on girl, you expect me to believe that?”, David asked in a tone of mild annoyance and rage. Without a warning he grabbed the sizable bulge of his opponent and kneaded the cock through the textile. An intense wave of bliss hit George, much stronger than the previous ones. He could have sworn that he could feel his cock getting smaller under the bigger man’s touch, until it was as if the behemoth was groping a cocktail sausage. David reached into the smaller man’s underwear and pulled free the thin dick that George had grown accustomed to. Simultaneously the Behemoth freed his own massive dick, several times as long as George’s and thicker than the smaller man’s wrist. The angry veins running along the length of the huge dick were almost pencil thick and the purple cock head was probably bigger than George’s fist. With his strong grip David held the two cocks next to one another, his own completely dwarfing the other man‘s. “As much as I’d love to hear the exact lengths of our cocks, I think measuring is a little redundant.”, David announced, “Also we all know that mine’s well over 10 inches longer. 11.4 the last time I measured.” George swallowed hard as an astonishing amount of pre was dripping from the massive cock head. “Looks like I won all the categories, Georgie.”, said David and a wide, almost sinister smile crossed his handsome face, “And you know what that means, little guy. Better get used to seeing that beast.” With these last words David placed a hand on the smaller man’s shoulder and forced him down. Now that George was eye level with the beast he wondered if he’d be able to last for an entire month as cumdump for that farm animal sized junk. As David forced him forward towards the angry looking purple mushroom head and he opened his mouth wide another thought crossed his mind. Maybe he would make it for a month, but what if he didn’t want to stop after that. After all he sure could get used to the delicious taste of Big David’s huge cock.
  2. Little by little he’d take less than a quarter of an inch. After about a week some of the guys had mentioned something but they played it off like it was just a joke. None of them beleived that their dicks had actually gotten smaller. But their girlfriends had started the rumors. They had noticed that they didn’t feel as filled as they had been or that it wasn’t as long or thick. They all were still well above average, and their audience didn’t complain. All three did cam shows online to make some extra cash, that’s where Freddy found them. He would steal a little bit each time they went into a private chat, all the while building his cock up. He tried stealing muscle, but he wasn’t able to. So he’d settled with steal dick size. The muscle was such a harder spell to accomplish. It would just take too much effort to steal it all. But as he added more of their dick to his own he couldn’t help but start rubbing it. The three guys kept going but he could tell it was a little bit smaller. Soon he began doing his own cam shows on a few sites. His dick looking above average for his body size, putting him on par with the other three men. He had a few private shows, but decided he needed to be bigger to make up for the lack of muscle. He stole more and more from the three captains everyday. He could tell when they started to notice. Their confident demeanor wasn’t as genuine as it had been. Plus some of the other live chatters started to point it out. A dick that completely filled their hand now barely came over it. Most weren’t disappointed but the criticism was starting to get to them. They still had decent sized dicks but they knew it wasn’t the same. Meanwhile the fan base for Ready_Freddy was steadily growing, much like the size of his cock. He couldn’t hold it in one hand anymore. A few of his watchers were creeped out when he grinned evilly when someone commented on his size. Soon the captains ended having their live shows and their girlfriends slowly grew more distant. Freddy on the other hand, was bedding more guys every night. His cock was insatiable. Guys loved seeing the challenge. Even if he wasn’t the most muscular or the most confident dom guys would come over just to be able to ride it. The chat started to take bets on whether or not they could actually take the thing. It was just so large it seemed inhuman. But none of them cared. they just wanted to see the ride. Freddy now preferred to free ball, and the captains noticed, but didn’t believe it was possible for someone to steal someone’s dick size. Instead the resigned themselves to the shame of having now tiny dicks, too embarrassed to even see a doctor about it. Ready_Freddy’s cams shows were one of the most popular for the “big cock” category. As he closed his latest session, he grinned and opened the spell book. He wanted to conquer the muscle category next.
  3. Muscleace

    The Sucess

    This is a collab with Mr. Cavanaugh. You can see his perspective here. – Dexter Klein was not a failure. Not even in the gym class he was sweating his balls off in. Dexter worked his ass off in every class he was in to get the best grade. He wasn’t naturally smart like a lot of the nerds. He had to put in a lot of work, and maybe a little something else, to make good grades. This is why he has been so frustrated with Coach Montana and his damn physical education class. He respected most of his teachers for what they did, but Coach Montana was not one of them. The man’s motto, “real men are forged in fire,” only applied to his football team. Dexter could see the look of contempt Coach Montana had for every other man in his P.E. classes. He would run them into the ground, then only give good grades to the jocks. After all, the school only really cared for its sports teams and the fame they brought. Many students complained about Coach Montana’s harsh treatment, but Dexter kept his mouth shut. He wanted to get a decent grade and just not have to deal with it. However after getting a C on his last report card, Dexter wasn’t going to take the torture any more. Especially after having to take shit from Coach Montana’s star player and nothing being done. Not even trying to fake solving the problem. His glaring must have caught the coach’s eye as they ran, causing the big man to bark out orders for more laps. That pushed any trepidation he had out of his mind. Locking eyes with the Coach Montana, he felt it, the connection. He had used it a few times before to take some knowledge from a few nerds to pass a test, but he had never tried something this big before. Suddenly, Dexter felt the burst of energy and he began to pick up his running pace. He felt good. Dexter made sure to make his connection everyday, even the days he didn’t have P.E. class. He could hide pretty well among the other students for now. The first day’s target was Coach Montana’s masculinity. He started by slowly shrinking the coach’s balls, while his own swelled. He had to constantly adjust his crotch as the day went on. Those matters were not helped when he started stealing the coach’s cock length and girth either. He had to giggle to himself in English class at the thought of Montana’s normal gym shorts’ bulge now being flat. He even wondered how long it would take the arrogant man to notice. The second day he remembered to wear loose fitting shoes and clothes. He knew he would have to steal only a little bit of height each day as to not raise too high a suspicion, but Dexter couldn’t help but have a little fun. He sucked a few inches off of Coach Montana’s 6’3” stature, but had some other plans too. Carefully he began to focus on the man’s hands and feet. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself, realizing he didn’t control how much he took. Dexter stared at the mitt-like hands he now had and the crushed bits of pencil that littered his sausage-like fingers. And his shoes felt so tight. He had bought a pair of size 14s on sale in advance, but the shoes were straining to contain his now much meatier feet. Thankfully, the clomping his shoes made as he walked was covered up by the movements of other students. He did have to laugh as he watched Coach Montana struggle to maintain some semblance of his normally cocky stride. Wednesday brought P.E. class again. Dexter confidently strode into the gym and looked over at his victim. He could clearly see the effects of the masculinity drain already. The coach looked much more tired after his usual pre-class workout. Even his voice sounded weaker as he called roll and began to outline what the class would be doing that day. Dexter knew it was his chance to make his first big move: muscles. He greatly restrained himself as he mentally focused on his coach’s muscles and strength. Coach Montana rubbed his biceps tenderly as he grabbed a few balls, before clumsily dropping them to the ground. He cursed and when he heard chuckles, he called for laps. Dexter didn’t mind at all. It was only after class he heard some yelling coming from the coach’s office, and his smile only grew wider. The next morning Dexter actually was up early and brimming with energy. He felt so good that he went out for a morning run for the first time, and it felt great. He loved the feeling of his new muscles moving. Not to mention how tight all his shirts felt on him. It exhilarated him. Dexter got a little more creative on the fourth day by stealing some of the coach’s age. Not much showed, but another inch, more body hair, and some more masculine features certainly made him more noticeable as he strode through the crowd of students he was once swallowed in. Friday was a bust. Dexter did not expect Coach Montana to actually give in and take a sick day. He was still able to drain the coach, but the connection was much weaker. As the day went on and he felt more power slowly flow into him, he relaxed. He would take care of the rest on the weekend. In the meanwhile, he enjoyed showing off his new form. Watching his sleeves strain, his neckline bulge with hairy pecs, watching the twinks quiver as he talked to them. He could rule this school if he wanted to, and he did, but he had some different plans. Saturday was spent flexing and jerking off to the changes still coming to him through the faint connection. When he wasn’t self-indulging, he was making his plans. Everything would change tomorrow and he could never go back to school the way he was now. He looked to be like an off-season physique model in his late twenties. He looked hot, but it wasn’t enough. Sunday was the day for action. He wore skin tight clothes, even a button-up to show off how big his pecs were, and an air of confidence. Dexter strutted up the the door and rapped his knuckles against it, waiting for his prey to come. When the door opened to reveal the shrunken coach, he grinned like the Chesire cat. He immediately remade the connection that had weakened with renewed strength and began sucking more from Coach Montana. Dominance, knowledge of sports and exercise, sex. He was going to take it all. Dexter pushed his way way with a smirk, watching the smaller and younger coach fall to the ground. He knew he would have to explain how some things were going to change around here. —– The new school year was just about to begin. The disappearance of Fred Montana caused quite a stir and ran on the news all summer. The news of Dexter Klein’s disappearance swiftly faded into the media static. Murmurs of what could have happened still danced around the halls of the school as heavy footsteps made their way to the principal’s office. The door opened and the principal looked up with a shocked expression at the large silhouette in the doorway. “Can I help you?” The well-dressed principal inquired. “Yeah. I need to get my son, Freddie, signed up for classes. And I heard you are looking for a new strength coach.” The principal gave a knowing smile, “Oh yes. We can certainly get that done. Just need to fill out some paperwork.” The principal looked like he was hiding a smirk. “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.” “It’s Dex. Dex Calvin.” The grinning giant boomed back. “Well our secretary can help little Freddie get settled in,” he could see those words sting the small student as he handed him the papers and directed him out of the room. “Now it looks like you are already dressed for the job. Can you start today?” His smile was sly and he chuckled. Dex chuckled back, “You know I will, Principal Amalia.”
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