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JR was in the locker room with his teammates, celebrating their win, when he got the text:
“Great game fella. It was nice to watch you play again. Care to meet up with an old buddy?”
The number wasn’t saved in his contacts (he’d deleted it when he thought he was finally rid of him) but he knew the number by heart: Thad. He also knew there was no way to say no. An address showed up seconds later, a sports bar nearby, and JR knew he had to go, and soon.
Thad came outside at JR’s texted request; an NFL player walking in an hour after a big win would attract too much attention. Luckily Thad was merciful and met him outside. He strode confidently up to the passenger side and hopped into the car. Not a tall man, Thad had to build some momentum to hoist himself up into the lifted truck. JR clenched when he found the man’s gaze on him.
“Great to see you again buddy!” Thad said giving him a slap on the shoulder followed by a squeeze that lingered. Thad looked him up and down. “Jesus, even sitting down you look big. Way bigger than in college. The NFL sure is doing wonders for you!”
“Yes sir,” JR responded, ashamed that he’d snapped back to subservience to Thad without thinking. He couldn’t even look the smaller man in the face.
“Did you miss me?” Thad asked. JR nodded slowly like a scolded child. “Be honest.”
“No…” JR said quietly.
“I’ve got a hotel room. We’re headed there. Let’s go. I’ll tell you the directions on the way.”
JR shook his head. “I have a wife, kids… a life. This isn’t college anymore.”
“Wasn’t asking, big man.” Thad’s tone made JR shiver. “Call them. Tell them you’re meeting up with an old buddy.”
Hands shaking, JR lifted his phone and dialed his wife. Of course she protested, but when Thad told JR, he just hung up. Once he’d gotten through this, he’d tell her some lie, take her on a vacation. He was far more afraid of Thad than of his wife.
Back in college Thad was a shrimpy weirdo who sat next to JR in a philosophy class. JR could tell right away the little guy had eyes for him--women and men had been swooning for his big football player body and confident swagger since he hit early puberty at age 14 and was bigger than most men--so he knew he could get what he wanted. Thad took notes for JR, let him cheat during tests, did all of his work. Then one day Thad approached JR with self-confidence he’d never had before. He told JR to come to his dorm room to pick up his midterm essay rather than just bringing it to class. And when JR got there, Thad revealed the mystical little tricks he’d learned from an old Tibetan book he’d found at the library.
Now, JR just did as he told, driving to the skeevy little motel on the edge of town. Luckily the door to Thad’s room opened right to the parking lot so JR Sweezy wouldn’t be seen dragged through a lobby by a feminine little queer.
Once inside the door, JR quickly locked it and pulled the shades. Thad just snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. JR took his spot, sweat pouring from his brow.
“You know all this mass is just too damned much…” Thad said feeling JR up, grabbing his ass, poking his belly, grabbing his massive arms. “And this hair,” he said running a hand up JR’s shirt, running his fingers through the coat of fur up there. “Ew. Plus, what’s a guy like you gonna do with a cock this size?” Thad’s other hand fished JR’s sizeable dick out of his pants and swatted it back and forth. JR flinched.
“You know what type of guys I like,” Thad said, crossing his bony arms over his insignificant chest. Then he winked and it happened.
Suddenly JR felt like he was sinking although he hadn’t moved an inch. The room around him seemed to rise as his gaze fell to below Thad’s chest. Thad was 5’5”; JR tried not to do the math for his own new height.
As he shrunk, JR felt his body getting more compact. His gut reduced, replaced by abs. Veins snaked up his arms as his skin tightened. Worst of all his big dick shrank away to a little nub and his ass firmed up--and deep within his ass, JR felt a sudden hypersensitivity, an itch, growing in intensity, he was desperate to scratch.
Meanwhile JR’s clothes shifted like warm wax. His pants melted away while his boxer briefs pulled up into a speedo with a drawstring and net panels over his hips. His shirt receded, the shoulders hardening, until it assumed its new form: a minimalist set of football pads with the words “American Football” on the front--probably as a joke. Thad reached out a hand and ran it over JR’s new muscletwink body, tracing along his abs. With every touch, JR’s mind went wild--he could barely think, and if one finger could do that much…
With little effort Thad hoisted little JR up and tossed him on the bed. “That’s how I like my men. Ripped and easy to throw around.” Instinctively JR flipped over and his ass rose into the air. Thad put his face over it, inhaled deeply, and traced JR’s crack with an invasive tongue.
“You smell good, JR… taste even better…”
Hours later, Thad shoved little JR off. He’d done something, made it so JR couldn’t cum. Every time Thad had pounded JR’s little ass, he’d gotten even more lost in a haze of horniness and sensation he hadn’t felt in years--since college. While Thad headed to the bathroom to piss, JR lay on the bed, wriggling uncomfortably. His body was desperate to get fucked again.
“Don’t worry little man,” Thad called from the bathroom over the sound of his peeing. “I’m gonna call for a pizza and see if the delivery boy won’t fuck you. Then we’re gonna parade you around to every other room in this place and see if anybody else wants a turn on that ass.”
When Thad came back to the bed he licked a finger and probed JR’s ass for fun, making the little man squirm. “Man, did I miss this… It could be days before I get tired of playing with you at this size, if ever!”
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