New Costumes For Halloween

New Costumes for Halloween

[Here's a Halloween story in June... I'm not a summer person-- like, at all! So this was perfect timing!]

“Step right up and experience the mysticism of Hypnosis!” Blue the Magician announced from atop the brightly lit stage. He worked as a special magician whom parties could hire for Halloween fun. He’d been sought out by a wealthy benefactor to perform at a party in Downtown LA in which majority of the guests would be celebrities and influencers; and upon hearing this, Blue knew exactly what kind of tricks he’d try out for the fall fun.

The magician, who was decked out head-to-toe in a generic outfit that looked like it’d been purchased from a party store, gestured towards his three “volunteers”.

Onstage next to Blue stood three studs who all smiled and waved shy at the crowd in front of them. Nick Jonas, Kevin Jonas, and Wolfe Glick had all been hand-selected by the magician to take part in his special hypnosis segment, each of them dressed in their generic clothes as if they were too cool to partake in any Halloween dress up fun.

Blue, smiling mischievously the whole time, turned back to the audience who’s faces were obscured by shadows thanks to the lighting of the stage. “Our first volunteer will be… Nick Jonas!” he announced to the crowd, which was then met with a thunderous applause.

Nick took a few steps forward, looking a little nervous. The quiet stud had never tried hypnosis before, and when his name had been called, he’d tried to pretend that he hadn’t heard; but his friends had been all too eager to help him up onto the stage for the Halloween show.

Blue walked up to him and placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “Tell me, Nick,” he asked, his headset picking up his voice and projecting it to the rest of the partygoers, “what are you supposed to be for Halloween?”

Nick blushed as he looked down at his polo and jeans. They were skin tight and showed off his muscular body, but they were painfully drab for the holiday. “Um,” the stud stalled as he tried to think up something, “I’m an office worker.”

The crowd laughed.

Blue mock-frowned. “That’s a dreadful career choice for someone as virile as you, wouldn’t you agree?” he playfully asked, tracing a finger along Nick’s pecs. “Let’s go ahead and help you out.”

He reached into his coat pocket, bringing out a gold pocket watch and holding it up for all three of the hunks to see. 

“Now, I want you all to watch this pocket watch as it swings back and forth…” Blue said in his soothing voice as he gently began to swing the watch to and fro, having it dangle in front of each of the guys’ faces until eventually all three of them went slack-jawed and their eyes glazed over. “…and sleep!”

Their heads all lowered in unison.

The crowd cheered loudly, but no matter how loud they got, Nick, Kevin, and Wolfe remained under. 

“Now, let’s go ahead and give these studs some real, actual Halloween costumes!” Blue smiled, gesturing towards his assistant (a muscle stud clad in just a jockstrap, who wore a familiar blank expression on his face) to hand him a velvet sack that was filled with various articles of clothing and accessories.

Blue waved his hand dismissively at the studs, and on nonverbal command, each of them began to strip naked. They took off their shirts and pants, even dropping their boxers until they were fully nude in front of the crowd. In their hypnotic state, none of them even registered that they were fully exposed, and they stood with their arms at their sides so that their dicks were on full display.

The magician snickered to himself as he admired the hairy musculature that each of the entranced men possessed. They each had similar builds: toned muscles, hairy chests, and thick cocks.

“Well, well,” Blue mused aloud, “it seems as if you three take really good care of those sexy bodies. You all must really love to show them off and be on display.”

On cue, each of the guys onstage went rock hard, their cocks standing perfectly erect as they realized that all eyes were on them. They puffed out their hairy chests with pride and began to flex in unison to show off for the eager crowd. Nick formed a double biceps pose, Kevin a side chest pose, and Wolfe decided on a most muscular. Each one of them wore a large, dull smile as they were still under yet loving to show off their hot bodies.

Blue’s smile grew. “Now, let’s go ahead and pass out some Halloween costumes for you all,” he said, digging through the sack before handing each man his own stack of clothes. “Go ahead and put on your new costumes.”

Each of the hypnotized men began to dress up into the clothes that Blue had given them, their hard cocks bobbing in the air as they moved.

In his trance, Nick yanked on a tight pair of tattered blue jeans that were suction cupped to his toned legs and that showed off his perky ass expertly. He put on clunky work boots that were so thick at the bottom that they added at least an inch to his already impressive height. A red, plaid button down shirt covered his torso, but he opted to leave it all the way unbuttoned so that his hairy pecs could remain on full display to Blue and the rest of the crowd of people. To top it off, he placed a black beanie atop his head. In his hand, he held a tiny prop that looked like an axe, completing his brand new lumberjack costume. His dazed look hardened as a stern expression crossed his handsome face, and he crossed his large arms in front of his hairy chest.

Directly next to Nick, Wolfe began to put on his new costume. For Wolfe, he was given a large pair of dark denim jeans that were a little baggy on him. They sagged downward a little and since he was going commando, the top of his butt crack was easily visible. There was no shirt in his pile of clothes, so the gold chain he put on rested between the cleavage of his hairy pecs. To finalize his look, he added on diamond clip-on earrings and a large gold watch. Lastly, he placed a backwards hat on top of his head, completing his wangster from the suburbs costume. His blank face changed into a cocky smirk and he turned around to give his perky butt a playful shake for the audience.

Finally, at the end of the row was Kevin who had gotten a tiny, red speedo. He yanked them up his legs, and the fabric was so tight that it clearly showcased his large bulge in the front. The skimpy suit was so small that the front was pulled downward a bit due to the girth it had to contain, showing off some of his bush. In the back, his round cheeks swallowed the rear slightly, making the speedos appear more like a thong. Kevin pulled on a puka shell necklace and a blond wig that made him look like a surfer bro. As a final touch, Kevin’s tranced face broke out into a dull grin and he bounced his pecs for the crowd to cheer for.

Blue cleared his throat, catching the attention of the three dressed up men. “Now, you will all assume your new Halloween costume identities for the next twenty-four hours,” he told them. He quickly turned off his mic so that the crowd wouldn’t hear him add the next part. “And while you’re under, you’ll all forget your old lives and believe that the four of us are a couple in a very sexually charged, romantic relationship. Oh, and Nick and Kevin, you two aren’t brothers anymore."

Blue clapped his hands loudly, and the three altered men each jerked back as their brand new identities took over.

Nick was the first one to speak up, a confused look all over this gruff face. “Why the fuck am I up here onstage?” he grunted, his voice sounding a lot deeper than it normally was. Plus, there was an authoritative tone behind it, his lumberjack, mountain man persona taking over the former boy band member. He looked around the stage, his eyes landing onto Blue, and the way he hungrily licked his lips towards the party magician made it clear what he had in mind once the show was over.

Blue couldn’t fight the smirk that formed on his own face, and he addressed the audience one last time. “Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all for tonight’s Halloween Hypnosis Show!” he announced, which was then met by several cheers.

With that, he led the three altered men back behind the stage and down the hallway towards his dressing room. Once inside, he locked the door to give them all some much needed privacy. The room was pretty spacious and included a large couch.

Kevin, in his new beach himbo persona, gave a throaty chuckle. “Bro, that was such a good show!” he cheered, wrapping both of his toned arms around Blue in a congratulatory hug. He playfully shoved the shorter man’s face into his hairy pecs and ground his speedo-clad bulge against him, rutting his hardening cock against his leg.

Starting to feel a little left out, Wolfe, in his new cocky, rich guy identity, stalked over towards the couch and threw himself down onto all fours. “If you guys are going to start, when does someone wanna take care of this?” he asked, sounding impatient as he wagged his perky bubble butt behind him. The movement caused his baggy jeans to lower even more, showing off his round bubble, the cheeks jiggling in perpetual motion.

“Hold your horses,” Nick grunted, stomping forward. With his new lumberjack identity, the stud had quickly assumed the role as dom. He puffed his hairy chest out and lumbered forward, running his hand over the crest of Wolfe’s back shelf.

Wolfe shuddered at the sensation of another man touching his ass, and he eagerly thrusted his cheeks backward so that Nick could get a better hold. His cocky smirk had completely morphed into a needy visage that clearly illustrated that the stud was desperate to get stuffed full.

Nick’s thick finger circled around Wolfe’s tight, virgin hole. Without warning, he shoved it inside and started to pump it around, causing Wolfe to be a horny, moaning mess.

“Ooohhh fuuuuuck,” Wolfe groaned loudly as he wiggled his hips, rooting the other man’s finger deeper inside of himself. Pleasure receptors of all kinds were on fire deep within him, and although in reality he’d never been penetrated before, the new Wolfe was desperate to feel it over and over again.

“There’s no reason why we can’t be having fun too, Bro,” Kevin gushed in his himbo drawl as he flexed his powerful muscles against Blue playfully. “Why don’t you feel up these muscles, Little Guy?”

Kevin threw his arms up above his head, forming a double biceps pose. He smiled invitingly at Blue and gestured for him to feel him up.

Blue accepted the invitation with glee, hungrily running his hands all over Kevin’s musculature, feeling every crevice of his meticulously crafted muscles. He even leaned forward and gave Kevin’s hairy, musky pits a playful lick, causing the new himbo to whimper in anticipation. 

The newly hypnotized man could barely control himself, and he practically carried Blue over to the couch to join the other two men.

The four men were tangled together into a large, musky mess as they messed around with one another. Wolfe, being the needy bottom that he now was, moaned loudly as each of the other guys felt up his rotund ass. When Blue positioned his hard cock directly at his hole, teasing him, Wolfe couldn’t control his brand new instincts— he rapidly thrusted himself back, his hungry hole engulfing the entirety of Blue’s throbbing cock in one, swift movement.

Wolfe moaned loudly like the spoiled slut he now was, and he bucked and writhed like crazy, his toned muscles bouncing with the movement and his cheeks clapping.

Nick looked over at Kevin and motioned for him to come forward with his finger. “C’mere,” he grunted in his deep voice, rising his own large arm and exposing his hairy pits. “Come take care of these, Boy.”

“Sure thing, Bruh,” Kevin breathed as he rushed forward and obediently shoved his face into Nick’s sweaty pit. Thanks to their hypnotic states, they didn’t register that they were brothers, so Kevin had zero issues with lapping hungrily at Nick’s hairy, musky pits like his life depended on it. He couldn’t hold back the loud moans of pleasure as he followed the lumberjack’s orders, his hands traveling all over his hairy muscles.

Nick held his hand behind Kevin’s head, shoving his face deeper into his sweaty pit.

After that, Nick let go and lumbered over behind Blue. He grabbed a stronghold of the man’s trimmed waist before shoving himself inside and thrusting wildly. Blue moaned loudly as Nick fucked him, and the lumberjack grunted with every thrust he gave— the whole, his hairy bulk jiggled with power. Kevin waddled over to Wolfe’s front, and the eager bottom began to suck on the himbo’s cock as he flexed and showed off.

The newly formed couple sucked in a single-file line on the couch that was in the magician’s dressing room. Nick the lumberjack fucked Blue the magician, who fucked Wolfe the eager bottom brat, who in turn sucked off Kevin the himbo. 

All four of them came in unison, and immediately after, they continued to hungrily paw at one another and begin another round.

After several hours of this, Blue finally stood up off the couch, feeling spent and very satisfied. He began to pull his clothes back on, smiling down at the sight of the three altered men covered in one another’s cum and sweat as they rested on the tiny couch.

“That was fun,” Blue smiled as he exited the dressing room. “I’ll see you all next Halloween…”

As soon as the dressing room slammed shut behind him, Nick, Wolfe, and Kevin were jolted out of their respective hypnotic states. They each winced and looked downward at themselves and the costumes they were wearing.

“Wh-what?!” Kevin panicked as he gazed down at the speedo he was wearing. “What am I wearing…?” His voice trailed off as soon as the memories of the previous night filtered in through his mind. His face went bright red as he recalled how he’d been fucked and sucked off by the other men in the room.

Nick and Wolfe both shared the same embraced looks as they clearly remembered everything single sexual act from that fateful Halloween night. And despite their shared humiliation, each man couldn’t deny the spark of horniness that he felt deep within his gut.

Their faces beet red, Nick, Kevin, and Wolfe each had to shield their hard cocks from view of one another as they waddled out of the dressing room…

Josh's Tiny Problem

New bodybuilder, Josh, has an issue with his big dick always getting hard while he poses. Luckily, his coach has a solution to turn his big problem into a really tiny problem.

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'Josh's Tiny Problem' by Ultram0th

New bodybuilder, Josh, has an issue with his big dick always getting hard while he poses. Luckily, his coach has a solution to turn his big

Josh had a problem. A pretty big problem at that.

The up and coming muscle stud frowned as he examined his impressive physique in the posing mirror. The hunk had spent years building up his musculature so that he could have the perfectly round biceps that were the size of bowling balls. The large pectorals were large and looming which were capped with nubby nipples that were pointing downwards. His thighs were thick which turned his walk into a powerful muscleman strut as they rolled over one another with each step. His huge glutes protruded from his lower back tantalizingly. He built his online career on working out and showing off his big manly muscles, all for his followers to gaze at in admiration— that, and his youthful face also scored thousands of admirers. Josh’s size easily rivaled that of several competitive bodybuilders, hence the twenty-one year old stud decided that it was time to finally make his debut. His corner of social media was a buzz with the prospect of Josh’s first competition, of which many believed that he would take First Place.

However, as Josh’s eyes ran over his large physique that was pumped and ready for him to hit the stage, they zeroed in on his stuffed blue poser that did absolutely nothing to hide his throbbing eight inch cock.

That was Josh’s problem: Whenever the stud flexed his massive muscles, he got rock hard without fail.

The faint mic checks from the stage echoed out, letting the embarrassed stud know that he’d have to go onstage soon. The weight of his problem was starting to really weigh on him, making his heart race and thereby making his cock throb even more.

Josh had first encountered this issue when he’d begun to post some flexing videos on his Instagram. The mere second he’d formed a double biceps pose for the camera, and his large arms bulged with masculine power, his thick cock had rocketed to life in an instant. He’d had to delete the video, believing that had just been some sort of fluke. However, after having taken care of his throbbing member, as soon as Josh had tried flexing again, his cock was hard all over again.

Although the young man considered himself straight, he couldn’t deny that there was something extremely hot about flexing his massive muscles and displaying how much larger he was than the other men in the vicinity. At the gym, Josh would have to be careful not to flex a bicep or bounce his muscletits in the mirror, otherwise his cock would harden and noticeably tent out his shorts. It was a purely uncontrollable phenomena too. No matter how much he tried to fight against it or force himself to think about something repulsive, the exact millisecond Josh flexed his muscles, he could feel the blood rush straight to his cock as it began to throb. It always left the stud red in the face as he’d embarrassingly have to cover his hard cock and excuse himself from the gym floor to take care of it. It had gotten so bad to the point that Josh could get off just by flexing in the posing mirror in his bedroom, his cock shooting a fat load just by having the stud performing a most muscular pose. Despite this, the stud was relatively modest and dreaded the thought of being hard in front of a crowd of people.

Josh never thought that the day would come when he would resent his eight inch cock and large balls. His package definitely never left one of his girlfriends angry, but for the stud, there was no hiding his monster package. Even when he wasn’t hard, Josh’s thick thighs thrusted his bulge front and center, which would leave him looking like he was the biggest man on stage— both in terms of muscle and dick size.

Of course being a professional bodybuilder was the ultimate goal for Josh, but the stud couldn’t help but worry about the prospect of himself popping a boner on stage as soon as he struck a pose.

“Fuck, what am I gonna do?” the hunk hissed to himself as he stared at his throbbing member that was trapped within the tight confines of his blue posers. The material was skin tight, doing absolutely nothing to conceal the large cock from view. The obvious answer would be to wear posing trunks, but the stud didn’t want to cover up his sizable quads that he’d spent so much time working on.

The stud paled at the thought of his hard, eight inch cock bobbing in front of himself while on stage for everyone to see. He knew he’d get disqualified and then his bodybuilding career would be over before it could even officially begin.

“Are you making any progress in there, Josh?” Josh’s manager, Ivan, asked as he entered into the backstage area that was separated from the rest of the contestants by dividers.

Ivan was a retired bodybuilder who had allowed his enormous muscles to be accompanied by a thick layer of fat as he’d stopped competing. The result was a big muscle bear of a man, complete with a hairy chest that was almost always barely covered by a string tank top and the tightest shorts that showed off his own sizable bulge that was clad in a small jockstrap. The older man took one look at the crestfallen Josh, and then noticed the way the young man’s posers were stretched to the max around his hard cock.

Josh had the wherewithal to try to cover up his cock, but his eight inches was so hard that his hands struggled to conceal it in its entirety. His handsome face turned cherry red, although it wasn’t quite discernible given his posing oil.

Ivan nodded. “Still having trouble with that little problem of yours?” he chuckled, gesturing at the way the young man tried, and failed, to cover himself.

“It’s not funny!” Josh protested, even stomping an annoyed foot which caused his toned glutes to bounce a little from the movement. “How am I supposed to compete if every time I flex, I get hard? The judges are gonna think that I’m some kind of horny freak!”

“It’s not that bad…” Ivan tried to say, but at the same time he knew that all eyes would be on Josh’s cock instead of his hard-earned muscles if he went up on stage now.

“‘Not that bad’?” Josh balked, flexing his glutes to prove his point. As soon as his ass moved the slightest bit, his cock throbbed once more. This time, though, his dick managed to tear through the tight confines of his posers, bobbing out in the open air freely. “Damn it!” The hunk grabbed at his hair in frustration as his hard cock wagged in front of his muscled body.

Ivan bit down on his lip in thought before perking up. “I think I have an idea,” he said before he rushed over to his duffle bag that was in the corner of the room. His walk resembled more of a waddle due to his large size, and when he bent over, he let out a huff as he maneuvered around his rotund musclegut.

When he returned, the muscle bear held a small pink, capsule pill in his large hand. “Here, swallow this and it should help you out,” he told his frustrated client.

Josh didn’t have time to ask what the pill was for. He assumed it would act as some sort of relaxer and help keep him flaccid while on stage, so he eagerly swallowed the pill dry.

He didn’t have to wonder long because the pill didn’t take long to take action.

The first thing that Josh noticed was a tingling sensation that took over his hard cock and dangling balls. His still hard cock throbbed again, and Josh felt all of his large muscles flex in unison as he blew his load.

“Uughhnn!” Josh loudly grunted as his cum shot out and coated the posing mirror in strands. The young stud barely had enough time to blush at the fact that he’d unleashed his load in front of another man before the tingling sensation in his package strengthened.

The young man looked down at himself and over his bulging pecs he paled as he saw his cock twitch before steadily starting to pull inwards.

“Wh-what?!” Josh panicked as he clutched at his shrinking package, his stomach dropping as he could even feel his balls gradually get smaller and pull up to his body. He winced as he felt his big, manly cock getting smaller by the second as it shrank in his grasp. Worse was that his pecs and biceps pushed against one another, and the tinier his cock got, the harder it was to maintain a grasp on it.

Finally the tingling subsided and disappeared altogether, leaving the panting stud standing in silent anticipation.

“Go ahead,” Ivan said, crossing his big arms over this beefy chest, “let’s see it.”

Josh shot him a glare before taking a deep breath, his broad shoulders rising and falling with the action. He removed his shaky hand and paled at the sight before him.

His cock had shrunk to such a severe degree that Josh couldn’t even see it by looking down at himself because of his pec shelf. Instead, the young stud had to look into the posing mirror at his brand new nub. Given that he was freshly shaven everywhere for the competition, the lack of pubes did nothing to help his new tiny cock look any bigger. Instead, a little pinky-sized dicklet barely protruded out from his groin, and a little set of balls that were able the size of small grapes were tight against his skin. It was package that would look tiny on anyone, but on Josh’s broad 220 pound physique of pure muscle, it was hilariously miniscule.

Josh had to force himself to look away from his microdick that he now possessed, his heart racing in his muscled chest. “What the fuck did you do to me?!” he shouted at his manager. “I’m fuckin’ tiny!” He gestured wildly down at his nub with shaking hands, unable to fully wrap his head around the fact that his cock had somehow magically shrank in a matter of seconds.

Ivan dramatically rolled his eyes. “I solved your problem, Josh,” he grunted as he waddled forward and grabbed the waist of the young bodybuilder’s poser to tug them back up.

Josh felt his face grow warm as he blushed even more. The blue poser that had been skin tight and tented out by his previously eight inch cock was now way too big in the front. The back still cupped his bubblebutt expertly, yet the front pouch was loose and baggy now. The stunned hunk couldn’t help but turn to the side and move back and forth a little bit, seeing how the loose fabric would bunch up and ruin the look that he’d wanted to achieve.

“Yeah, those posers are way too big for you, Stud,” Ivan mock-frowned, voicing what Josh was thinking. “Let me see if I have a smaller pair for you. Go ahead and take those off.”

Josh could vaguely make out the muffled sounds of the announcers telling the audience that the competition was about to start; and despite his panic, he still found himself listening to his manager and dropping his posers to the floor. His blush deepened as he moved, that absent sensation of his thick cock dangling between his legs a harsh reality of just how tiny he now was. His nub barely moved and was so small that it didn’t hang low, and instead it stuck straight outwards atop his tiny balls.

His manager lumbered back over with a few pairs of posers in his mitt, and he held them out as he thought about which one to choose. “Go ahead and flex for me, Stud,” he ordered.

In his daze, Josh still managed to place both of his hands on his hips as he formed a front lat spread, displaying just how broad he was. Just as before, the sheer moment the stud flexed, he felt a throbbing down in his cock. Unfortunately, unlike before, Josh’s new nub barely grew at all as it got hard; yet, he felt as if it throbbed even more, like he’d never been so hard in his life.

Ivan leaned forward, holding a measuring tape in his paws. He couldn’t hold back a chuckle as he read out the new measurement of Josh’s shrunken package: “Looks like you’re topping out at 1.5 inches.”

Josh couldn’t believe his ears. His cock had really been reduced by six-and-a-half inches all because of some mysterious pill that his trusted manager had given him. His tiny nub still throbbed and the stud couldn’t resist reaching down with a tentative hand, shuddering as soon as his fingers grazed his tiny cock. He had to grip it with his thumb and index finger due to how small it now was, that simple touch shooting tidal waves of pleasure throughout his body that made his large muscles twitch with want.

“Yeah, that’s a side effect,” Ivan snickered as he finally settled on a black pair of posers. “Apparently all of the nerves that were in your big cock are now all compacted in your tiny one, so your little clit is gonna be super sensitive.”

To illustrate his point, Ivan reached over and began to rub Josh’s tiny nub with his hand, grounding the small organ against his palm.

As soon as there was contact with his sensitive member, Josh had to reach out and place a hand on Ivan’s beefy shoulder in order to steady himself. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through the microdicked hunk, causing him to curl his toes and roll his head back.

“Ooohhhh fuck…” Josh moaned out as his manager played with is tiny cock. The hunk usually wasn’t so vocal whenever he got off, but he was seemingly unable to stop moaning as he was felt up.

On instinct, Josh threw both of his massive arms to form a double biceps pose—

“OOOOhhh!” Josh squealed as he came, his tiny balls only managing to create a few droplets of cum.

As the young bodybuilder panted and struggled to catch his breath, Ivan went ahead and maneuvered his stiff legs into the black posers, tugging the small piece of fabric up his wide thighs.

Although his body was still buzzing from his recent sexual release, Josh still groaned as he saw his new posers. There was barely any fabric whatsoever; so little that “Thong” might’ve been a more appropriate word for the article of clothing. The back of the posers slipped entirely between the stud’s cheeks, covering none of the large bubblebutt at all. Instead, there was a little triangle of fabric right over his crack, resembling a whale tail. Worse was that the front pouch was a size XS, cupping Josh’s dicklet and tiny balls with expert craftsmanship. It was a perfect fit, and the black fabric popped noticeably against his pale skin, perfectly detailing just how tiny the hunk now was.

The meager bulge in front of the young man’s posers was incredibly small, and it was nearly engulfed by his thick thighs. Ivan affixed the button with his competitor number on them, and Josh’s heart dropped when he realized that the button was way bigger than his poser’s bulge.

“Aww, look how cute the little guy is,” Ivan teased. “It’s a good thing that these little pills cause permanent changes. I think this is a great look for you.”

“P-permanent?” Josh repeated, his stance a little wobbly as the weight of this realization crashed upon him. The stud had built his career on his physique, and now that he possessed a little microdick, he knew that he would have to carve out a new niche for himself. No longer would he be known as the online stud with a body and muscles to die for, but he’d now be known as the muscleman with the really small cock.

For some reason, he felt his heart race at that last thought. He didn’t have time to question it before the loudspeakers blared out.

“Or next competitor is Number 96: Joshua C., coming in at 5’7” and 220 pounds,” the announcer said, which was followed by a roar of applause.

“—and 1.5 inches hard,” Ivan added, giving the young bodybuilder a playful nudge. “You better get out there, Stud. Your debut starts now!”

Josh took one last look in the posing mirror, steeling his nerves as his eyes could’t help but hone in on the tiny bulge in the front of his posers. He loudly gulped but still waddled out from his section and onto the stage, his heart racing in his huge chest the entire time. As he moved, he couldn’t help but note how weird it felt to not have a big pouch nestled in front of his quads.

Josh stepped onstage, seeing that the venue was packed with scores of people who were no doubt eager to witness his bodybuilding debut. He also knew that, because of his frequent promoting on his social media platforms, that a good chunk of the audience was comprised of his own followers— all of whom would know that his bulge was significantly smaller than it should’ve been.

Thanks to the posing oil, no one could see how bright red the stud’s face was turning with humiliation. He could see that the giant screen at the back of the stage showcased close up video footage of himself as he waddled towards the center of the stage, the camera focusing in on how small his bulge was.

A few gasps and giggles were audible from the crowd as Josh’s thighs swallowed his junk as he moved, his massive form a stark contrast from his tiny package.

Still, this was supposed to be his moment. Hence the stud took a deep breath and placed both of his hands on his hips as he formed a front lat pose. His lats flared widely and his tiny bulge was thrusted forward by the movement.

On cue, Josh felt an intense throbbing sensation in his crotch as he got hard. He expected the worse as he held his pose, but he didn’t hear any indication that people knew. The hunk turned around to form a rear lat pose. He had a flash of embarrassment at how the thin posers had left his ass virtually on display, which was now being shown off to the crowd; however, that feeling disappeared when Josh took the time that he had facing away from the crowd to look down at himself.

The hunk felt a foreign sense of relief for the first time in a while when he registered that, although he was rock hard, his dick was so tiny that it barely created a tent in his posers. Thanks to his weird quirk of getting turned on by flexing, Josh’s cock was still throbbing like normal, albeit a bit more thanks to how sensitive it now was. But it was barely visible.

Josh turned back around and moved to a side chest pose. His biceps and pecs inflated with power as he showed off his musculature, his cocklet throbbing even more as he showed off his muscles. As he moved to the other side, he stole a glimpse of himself on the large monitor, elated that his hard, tiny cock wasn’t visible to the crowd whatsoever.

Now Josh’s heart raced in his muscled chest for an entirely different reason as it dawned on him. Sure he had a really tiny dick, but now no one could tell that he was rock hard as he posed onstage.

Josh’s handsome face broke out into a smile that was alight with zeal. The muscle stud threw his arms up into the air as he formed a double biceps pose, his cocklet throbbing with the motion as he flexed. He was deeply turned on as he continued to flex, moving from pose to pose as he showed off his hard-earned muscles.

The crowd could pick up on the change in Josh’s mood, and they began to cheer more and more as he posed.

Josh held his head up high as he flexed, feeling more turned on than ever. Never before had he ever felt so aroused, not even with one of his girlfriends or even posing in the mirror at home. Nothing compared to the feeling of showing off his massive, manly muscles for all of the guys in the crowd to lust over. He flexed his big, round muscles onstage, basking in the light over how much guys cheered for him. Even more was when Josh flexed his glutes for the men, loving every second of it.

Deep down Josh knew that his life was now changed forever. Thanks to the cockshrinking pill that Ivan had given him, gone was the modest stud who would flex on camera and get off on it in secret. In his place was now a brazen horny, microdicked bodybuilder who flexed and showed off his muscles live onstage, the action feeling a million times better than sex. All of his previous anger and humiliation from having his cock shrunk disappeared, leaving the hard stud preening. Even more surprising was that Josh felt himself having the time of his life, loving the fact that he was hard onstage in front of so many people. He found himself desperate to do it again.

At the end of Josh’s posing routine, he leaned over and formed a most muscular pose. His thick arms flexed with power as they bulged. His massive pecs felt so heavy and large as they pumped up for the crowd. This ultimate pose ended in Josh twitching onstage, and he had to bite down on his tongue to prevent his moan from escaping his lips as he came in his posers.

The microdicked stud panted and gave a dazed smile as he basked in the post-orgasmic bliss that flexing onstage had given him, his load so tiny that there wasn’t even a wet mark visible on his slutty posers. Still, despite how tiny his load was, Josh still felt as if he’d just blown the biggest load of his life, unable to ignore the excited tingling he felt. Already, he was looking forward to the Pose Off portion of the competition where he’d get the opportunity to flex next to other bodybuilders, showing off for musclemen up close and personal.

His nub throbbed in anticipation.

He gave a wave to the crowd as he left the stage, loving how much they all cheered for him. The bass-filled noise let Josh know that it was majority men in the crowd, which made his heart race even more for some reason.

Josh waddled backstage, seeing that Ivan was waiting expectantly for him in their section. The older man clapped him on the back excitedly.

“You killed it out there, Stud!” Ivan cheered. “How do you feel about your bodybuilding debut?”

Josh mulled over the question seriously.

His dick was tiny, but he’d just won over the crowd at his first bodybuilding competition. That, and he was able to not be the laughing stock of the bodybuilding world because of how he’d always get hard while flexing. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Ivan had been a genius for giving him the cockshrinking pill. Josh couldn’t wait to get back to the gym and work out some more, eager to grow his muscles bigger and bigger so that he could flex and show off onstage again. All the while, his tiny cocklet would be rock hard and shooting load after load into his skimpy posers. Yet, because of how small his microdick was, no one would be able to tell that the young bodybuilder was practically masturbating in front of everyone. 

It’d be his own little dirty secret.

“I feel great!” Josh honestly answered, feeling so intensely horny as if he hadn’t just gotten off a few seconds ago. “I can’t wait for the next competition!” Ivan couldn’t see it, but Josh’s 1.5 inch dicklet was already hard and throbbing with the prospect of flexing in front of all of those men again. It was so small that it barely grazed the pouch of the slutty posers he was wearing, which would definitely become a stable of his wardrobe; and not just at competitions, but everywhere! 

“There’s no need to wait for the next portion,” Ivan hummed, a knowing hint in his voice. “Why don’t you give me a quick, private posing session, Stud?” He sat down in one of the chairs that was backstage, crossing his arms in front go his hairy chest expectantly.

Josh’s face broke out into a cocky smirk and he hooked his thumbs into the strings of his posers, tugging them down to the floor. His tiny cock sprang free, already at its full length of 1.5 inches and totally clashing with the young man’s massive muscles. Still, Josh thrust his hips forward proudly, shoving his microdick out front and center. His little nub was swallowed by his thick thighs as he waddled forward.

There was no sense of embarrassment this time, just an immense sense of lust as the older man watched him show off. As he posed and moved, he could feel his large muscles bulging, and having the other guy watching him made his nub throb even harder than usual.

Josh playfully turned around and flexed his glutes for Ivan, his cocklet leaking precum from the action. He wiggled his hips and made the globes jiggle, which was an unknown instinctual action that made him cock his eyebrow at first. But he couldn’t deny that he loved it, so he did it once more, turning back around to crunch his abs and make them pop.

Ivan enjoyed the show from the microdicked muscleslut that had been molded out of a big-dicked jock, even more so when he coyly glanced at the pill bottle that read out UltraM0th’s Cockshrinking Formula! New Pill Form! Side Effects include permanent drastic penile shrinkage, and uncontrollable arousal around men.

“You ever seen a guy this big?” Josh teased as he continued to flex, making his muscles bulge with immense power… but as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt like they weren’t right. He shook his head and his smirk grew. “You ever seen a guy this small?”

He gestured down at his nub that throbbed the more Ivan admired it.

“I sure haven’t,” Ivan grunted. “You’re the smallest guy I’ve ever met. All of those big muscles, just to be paired with such a puny clit dick.”

Josh continued to smirk as he moved to a front thigh pose, the pose forcing his meager package front and center. It was hilariously small and could barely be seen. But Josh loved that! He felt so turned on by showing off how big and small he was.

“Uughhnn!” Josh tensed up as his tiny cocklet let out another load, the third one in such a short amount of time. Despite cumming so frequently, Josh felt like he could go for another round immediately. The tiny drops of cum landed on his abs, looking like a little puddle.

“Thanks for the show, Stud,” Ivan mused. “You better get back out there soon for the group posing.”

Josh loved what he heard and couldn’t resist forming another most muscular pose, the new muscleslut hard instantaneously all over again. He happily rushed back onstage amid the other musclemen and began to flex, easily outmuscling every other bodybuilder. Yet, every single man onstage had a much larger packer than he did. The new Josh didn’t mind though.

Josh loved being a massive bodybuilder, but he loved having a tiny dick even more!

Lee Provost's New Career

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3 │ Part 4

After some time of living his new life as a bodybuilder guard dog, Wolfey had been invited to partake in a Pokémon competition that was taking place in the UK. Due to his protective instincts, the bodybuilding streamer brought Blue along with him to watch the tournament go down.

During his first match, Wolfey was aware of the numerous stares that his hulking figure received, with many people in awe over his one-hundred pound weight gain of solid muscle, causing the previously nerdy-looking stud to come off more of a competition-ready superheavyweight bodybuilder. It didn’t help that most clothing didn’t fit over this massive frame, so Wolfey was left to wear a string tank top that left most of his gargantuan pecs spilling out the front— and he had trouble grabbing his Switch with his enormous muscletits and biceps constantly pushing up against one another.

“And Wolfe Glick has won his first round!” one of the casters announced, his deep voice catching the attention of Blue.

As the crowd erupted into cheers, Blue looked up at the caster who was speaking, his eyes widening at the sight of the handsome man.

On stage, getting ready to interview Wolfey for his victory, stood a tall man with dirty blond hair. His ice blue eyes with alight with joy as he spoke passionately about Pokémon and began to ask the hulking bodybuilder about his team composition and battle style. One could easily tell that he liked to work out as was evident by the tightness of his button down shirt; however, it was also obvious that the hunk had been either bulking up recently or hadn’t had time to go to the gym in a bit because of the way his belly was pressing against his tight white shirt. The buttons were straining to conceal his gut that was an indication of the beginnings of a sexy dad bod.

Looking at the handsome, daddy-ish looking caster, the cogs in Blue’s mind began to spin around deviously.

Up on the large display screen behind the stage, Blue was able to see that the handsome stud’s name was Lee Provost, and that he went by Osirus online.

Taking his time to formulate a thought, Blue waited until the interview between Lee and Wolfey was over before he acted. The second the display screen blackened and the workers began to set up for the next match, he took advantage of the opportunity and moved backstage under the guise of congratulating his boyfriend.

Wolfey’s big eyes lit up as soon as he saw Blue, and he even rushed forward to pull the much smaller man into a large embrace, shoving his face into the cleavage of his massive pecs. “I won! Did you see?” Wolfey gushed happily.

“You did so you great,” Blue warmly smiled, running an admiring hand over Wolfey’s bicep, loving when he saw the tent in the front of his shorts twitch and begin to grow. “May I see your team again, please?”

“Sure, Babe,” Wolfey grinned, handing his Switch to his hypnotherapist boyfriend.

Acting swiftly, Blue quickly went into the Photo Album section where he’d downloaded a special image just for this sort of occasion. After loading it up and readying it behind the sleep screen, Blue handed the Switch back to Wolfey. “Don’t forget to hand this over to the casters so that they can verify your team, too,” he instructed him.

Being the good boy he now was, Wolfey eagerly nodded and waddled over towards Lee, his large thighs rolling over one another as the muscle man lumbered.

Lee smiled when he saw his fellow PokéTuber approaching. “Hey Wolfey,” he grinned. “Y’know I never got the opportunity to compliment you on your gains. Seriously, you’re huge!” The two of them had worked together in the past due to being in the same community, but other than that, they tended to do their own thing due to living on different continents. Hence, Lee had been one of the many people shocked when they saw Wolfey in his new bodybuilder form.

Wolfey smiled ear-to-ear and lifted both of his humongous arms to form a double biceps pose. As he flexed, his strong musk wafted out from his hairy pits and filtered through the backstage air. “Thanks, Little Man!” he guffawed before flinching. “Oh yeah, got distracted there. Here’s my Switch for you to inspect before the next match.”

“Um… y-yeah,” Lee stammered, still in awe over the other man’s sheer size. He took the offered Switch and turned it on, his eyes instantly honing in on the intense swirl of colors on the tiny screen.

From across the floor backstage, Blue smirked to himself as he witnessed Lee’s stunned face lit up by the Switch’s screen. His eyes widened and glazed over as his lower jaw went slack, hanging agape. The mixture of colors was supposed to put the other man into a hypnotic state, instructing him to head to Blue’s hotel room once the day’s events were finished. From there, Blue would be able to give him more orders.

Sure enough, after Day One’s games came to an end and Wolfey was still one of the top contenders, Blue and Wolfey were back in their hotel room. Blue lounged out on the bed and watched TV while Wolfey flexed in the mirror, a dull grin on his handsome face as he bounced his pecs.

On cue, there was a knock at the door.

His guard dog instincts still strong, Wolfey tensed up and bounded over to the door. He puffed out his chest intimidatingly when he opened it, only relaxing once he saw that it was Lee on the other side.

“Oh, Lee! Hey, Man. C’mon in!” the muscleman cheered as he stood to the side for his friend to enter.

True to the hypnotic instructions, Lee entered into the small hotel room like a zombie. He had a dazed look on his face, void of any emotion which indicated that he was deep under. His walk had a sleepy lumbering quality to it, and when he was inside the room, he stopped right in front of the bed.

“I’m here,” Lee monotonously said, sounding robotic. “I’m ready for my instructions…”

Blue’s smile grew as he got off the bed and circled around the hypnotized man, admiring his budding dad bod form. He could easily see Lee’s impressive muscles, yet he couldn’t help but pay extra attention to his little gut. He even playfully gave it a poke, loving how it jiggled in response.

“That’s a nice dad belly you’re growing there, Lee,” Blue teased.

Even while in his hypnotic state, Lee blushed at the comment about his gut. He prided himself on his fitness and due to his role as a caster at the tournament, he hadn’t gotten as much time as he’d preferred to be in the gym. No matter how hard he’d tried to suck it in during his interviews, Lee was humiliatingly aware of how his gut pressed against his shirt the whole time.

Blue picked up on his and unbuttoned Lee’s shirt, revealing the stud’s hairy chest. It was still toned and his pecs popped noticeably. However, his abs were shrouded under a thick layer of fat. His gut wasn’t too big, but it was still enough to make the caster annoyed. Despite this, the hypnotherapist thought that this look was rather hot, and that Lee should lean into it.

“Don’t be shy, Lee,” Blue cooed as he rubbed the stud’s hairy belly lovingly. “In fact, I think you’ll start to lean into your new look as a daddy, embracing your dad bod. And you’ll love to show it off.”

“I love to show off my dad bod,” Lee repeated.

“And it makes you feel extremely horny being a big daddy,” Blue continued. “And once you’ve fully embraced your new daddy persona and have grown your dad bod a bit more, then you’ll come to America to stay with us: Your new family…”

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Blue and Wolfey had returned home after Wolfey had won the competition, maintaining his Pokémon Champion status. A few weeks had passed and everything was normal in the house that the four boyfriends shared.

One evening, Blue was sprawled on his back with his legs up in the air as Kevin plowed away at him, and Wolfey straddled his head so that the hypnotherapist could suck off the champion. The whole time, Blue’s hands felt up Nick’s hairy pectorals, turning the altered cowboy into a moaning mess as he played with his ultra-sensitive nipples.

It was in this state that the four men heard the doorbell ring. Blue huffed loudly as he untangled himself from the group of guys, miffed that his fun times were being interrupted. However, there was a spark of excitement that he felt in his chest over the prospect of who could be at the door.

Sure enough, as soon as Blue opened up the front door, the newly altered Lee stood on the other side.

“Hey,” Blue smiled deviously at the man, “it’s nice to see you.”

“Um, yeah,” Lee blushed, a look of confusion on his face, as if he couldn’t remember why he’d flown all the way to the States to come to Blue’s place, but his instructions quickly held strong and the stud lumbered inside regardless.

Blue’s hypnotic instructions had held up fantastically, he noticed, as he looked Lee up and down. The stud had grown out his dark goatee which framed his full lips tantalizingly, giving the hunk a much more mature appearance. He wore a tight polo shirt that looked like it was painted on. His plump pecs and nubby nipples poked noticeably against the fabric; and when Blue stared more at Lee’s nips, he could clearly see the large lumps which indicated that he’d gotten them pierced. Best of all was that Lee had followed through on embracing his dad bod. The hunk still had visible muscles, but he appeared more like a linebacker than an aesthetic-focused bodybuilder. His budding belly that had been slightly poking against his shirt at the competition was now a full on beer belly. It protruded far out in front of the hunk, looking like he had a weight ball attached to the front of his torso. The bottom of his tight-fitting polo was even starting to ride over the large belly, showing off his fuzzy navel every time the cotton sprung up over the gut. Lee would instinctually tug the shirt back down over his belly, but it was a futile battle as each and every time he pulled it down, it bounced back up in a matter of milliseconds.

Blue smirked as he witnessed Lee struggling to keep his dad bod covered. “Just ditch the shirt, Daddy,” he laughed.

At hearing the name “Daddy”, Lee felt something deep down inside of him snap. Immediately, he felt his thick cock plump up, forming a large tent in the front of his shorts and he practically tore the offending polo away from his bulk. His large, hairy gut finally on display, Blue could could get a full idea of how much weight Lee had truly packed on. He estimated that the PokéTuber must’ve gained at least thirty to forty pounds, with a majority of it centered on his big belly which jiggled with every movement the stud made. His pecs were puffier, and they rested atop his bulging belly. Plus, Blue’s suspicions had been correct when he caught sight of the silver rings adorning Lee’s nubby nipples, which made the stud’s nips all the more bigger.

Lee caught sight of Blue’s hungry stares and he held his muscular arms out to show off his dad bod. “You like that, Boy?” he playfully asked, his normally cheery voice sounding much more dominant and deeper than it should’ve. “You like checkin’ out Daddy’s body?”

Blue crossed his arms in front of himself as he admired his work. “Very much, Daddy,” he teased. “Why don’t you show me more?”

Lee gave a throaty chuckle. “Only if you think you can handle it,” he grunted as he dropped his shorts and tightie-whities to the hardwood floor. His hard cock bobbed out in front of him and his large booty bounced as he undressed. Standing completely naked in the house, Lee wore a cocky grin, his impressive cock throbbing with want as it was hidden under his big belly from his eyes.

Wanting to have a little fun, Blue added, “Yeah I can handle that… Lee.”

Upon hearing his name, Lee jerked back in surprise. The stud paled as all of the memories of the past few weeks filtered in through his mind. The stud vividly recalled getting his nipples pierced, sucking off countless men and fucking them in turn, letting his gut grow to a big size, and acting like a horny slut whenever someone called him “Daddy”. 

“Wha-what… what did you do to me?!” Lee panicked as he looked down at himself and explored his hairy dad bod with shaky hands. He had to stifle a low moan when his fingers grazed his nubby nipples, which were hardwired directly to his cock.

Blue walked forward and ran an admiring hand over the crest of Lee’s daddy belly, loving how it sent a shudder through the other man. “Relax,” he said in his smooth voice, “I just helped you embrace your new dad bod. I mean, don’t you think you look better this way?”

“‘Better’?” Lee balked. “Look at the size of this thing!” He gestured down at his gut. “It’s way too big!”

Blue mock-frowned. “Don’t you think that you should have a big belly… Daddy?”

At that word “Daddy” again, Lee could feel his new persona fighting to take over. He grit his teeth and tried to battle against it, refusing to lose control over his body again. “N-no,” he grunted. “You better change me back now!”

“You don’t really wanna be changed back, Daddy. You’re very turned on by your new body and you’ll soon find that you’ll love being the daddy of our house.”

At those words, Lee could feel a shiver run down his spine. Despite his inner turmoil, he could feel his hard cock throbbing with want, his new Daddy identity growing stronger by the second. He moaned as the smaller man still rubbed his hairy belly, melting at the other guy’s touch. Every centimeter of his new body was on fire with lust, and the hairs that covered it only amplified every horny sensation. Lee blushed as something as simple as a belly rub sent him close to the edge.

To up the ante, Blue began to play with the altered stud’s pierced nipples, making his moans turn into near shrieks of joy as he toyed with them. “Does Daddy like that?” he teased.

“Y-yeah— I mean, no! No, I…” Lee trailed off, his cock leaking precum like a faucet as he was felt up. 

Deep down, the formerly straight stud didn’t want to be some big, gay daddy who was virtually too horny to function. He could also envision himself strolling down the street perpetually without a shirt, his massive dad bod always on full display. He wanted to feel a sense of humiliation at the idea of wearing nothing but a skimpy jockstrap while in the house he’d now call a home.

And what was more concerning to the altered caster was that the more he thought about it, the more turned on he was.

Lee unleashed a loud groan as he came, his load shooting out and landing on his belly and hairy pecs. As he climaxed, the old Lee was quickly pushed down and Daddy took his place.

Daddy’s goatee-framed smirked formed on his handsome face as he panted, his fuzzy pecs heaving. “That was a nice warm-up,” he grunted, eying Blue. “Now it’s time for you to take care of Daddy’s needs like a good boy.”

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Daddy, formerly Lee, fit in seamlessly to the house. Given his new name, he quickly assumed the role of Daddy of the House.

Daddy would often walk around in nothing but the smallest possible jockstrap that he could find, allowing his large cheeks to hang out the back while his nearly constantly hard cock filled the pouch to bursting. His hairy dad bod was always on display for the other guys to lust over, each of them loving to offer him a belly rub or to play with his pierced nipples, turning the usually stern Daddy into a hot, moaning mess.

True to his new persona, Daddy would often times spend his free time in his favorite chair in the living room as he watched football, scratching at his gut or his balls as he watched the game. Whenever he’d feel frisky, he’d call over one of the guys (usually Blue) to come over and sit on his lap. Daddy would squirm and try to stifle a moan as another guy sat on his lap, loving the feeling of another guy’s hands running over his dad bod. It was quickly becoming evident that of all the men in the household, Daddy was by far the horniest and he had the biggest libido. It took the rest of the men taking turns to keep him satirized, each of them loving to bend over and get fucked by him or to suck on his nubby nipples.

All in all, despite his initial hesitation, Daddy loved his new life in the house. From time to time, as he’d be looking into the mirror and admiring his large naked dad bod, a tiny voice in the back of his head would sound off alarm bells. It’d tell him that he shouldn’t have a gut this big. That his nipples shouldn’t be pierced. That he shouldn’t be stomping around wearing nothing but a slutty jockstrap. That he shouldn’t be so turned on by being called “Daddy”. But that voice was usually silenced in a matter of seconds as a cloud of horniness would shroud the stud’s mind, and all he could focus on was getting off.

“Does Daddy want a belly rub?” Blue cooed as he settled in on the larger man’s lap as he sat in his chair watching the game. Without waiting for an answer, the hypnotherapist ran his hands up and down the stud’s hairy frame, loving how Daddy shuddered at the touch, a large wet mark forming on the front pouch of his jockstrap.

When you're so small even your dog judges you.

Oh wow! I stumbled upon this post from my old Tumblr! This one was fun to make haha!

HeadShrinking Shenanigans

After playing around with the apps on his phone, Alex Crockford laughed at the photo-altering app which made his picture look like he had a really tiny head. However, after he closed the app and looked in the mirror, the stud was shocked to see that his reflection had the same tiny head as the morphed image. In his panic, Alex accidentally dropped his phone, breaking the screen in a way that he couldn’t unlock it and fix himself…

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Luka Dončić was blissfully unaware of the curse one of the players on the opposing team had placed on him: For every point he scores, his head will get slightly smaller. It wasn’t until he heard the laughing from the fans in the audience and saw his picture displayed on the large screens that he noticed what had happened to him.

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[Small continuation of https://ultram0th2.tumblr.com/post/680563795540803584/you-already-knew-this-was-cuming-but-alex]

Poor Alex Lederman was holed up in his house, trying to get used to living with a shrunken head. His depth perception was all off, making everything seem further away than it was, and it was all the more difficult maneuvering his bulky body. But worse was how his sexy baritone voice had morphed into a cartoonish squeak that made him sound like chipmunk.

“This is bullshit,” he squeaked in his helium-esque voice as he stared in the mirror at his warped proportions.

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“Look, Man, you proved your point,” the personal trainer squeaked in his small voice. “I shouldn’t have tried to scam you. Now please change me back!” He gestured at his baseball-sized head with a buff arm, the juxtaposing sizes making him look all the more ridiculous.

The magical client scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” he smirked. “Why don’t we go show off your new form to everyone else out on the floor? Then maybe after a few months I’ll consider changing you back.”

The personal trainer sighed, defeated; and he followed behind the client, his tiny head already turning red from the impending humiliation.

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“What the fuck?!” my roommate cried out, his voice having shot up several octaves as he stared in horror at his tiny head that looked completely out of place atop his buff physique. “You said that the steroids wouldn’t shrink anything!”

“No,” I corrected him, “I said it wouldn’t shrink your junk. I didn’t say anything about your head.”

“Whatever,” he chirped, “just give me the damn antidote so I can fix this. I can’t go walking around with a shrunken head!”

I paused, confused. “…antidote?”

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The hunky officer handed the driver the speeding ticket. “Now just be sure to drive the speed limit from now on,” he said in his bass-filled voice that oozed authority.

The driver, scowling, snatched the ticket away from him and turned to stare daggers at him. “Cranium emarcesco!” he spat before speeding away.

The officer felt light-headed for a moment as a tingling sensation washed over him. It quickly passed and he shook his head, confused about what had just happened.

“Fuckin’ freak…” he muttered to himself, wincing when he heard his voice sounding like he’d been huffing on helium. He cleared his throat. “That was weird… What’s wrong with my voice?!” No matter how much he coughed or tried to clear his throat, the officer was panicking as he couldn’t stop sounding like a chipmunk.

He hurried to his patrol car and once he caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming high-pitched. 

His head was at least four times smaller than it should’ve been, looking like it was about the size of a ripe orange. Its tininess made his shoulder look ridiculously broad, and apparently it was the cause behind his cartoonish voice.

“What the fuck happened to me?” the officer cried as he stared in horror at his shrunken head.

Any chance you could re-write the Teen Wolf fic where Peter wishes and then becomes Stiles' muscle daddy? Loved that piece and still think about it!

[I know this isn't the exact photo I'd used originally]

I would LOVE to one day! I know that a majority of my stuff focuses on Derek, but I like to mess with Peter too. It's not on my immediate To Do list, but maybe one day!