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Adam was in a mood.  The gym had been particularly rough that morning, both on the floor and in the locker room.  It was crowded, which the young jock had never been overly fond of, but at least before he didn’t stand out the way he did now.  With his shaggy brown hair, lean, ample build, and chiseled features Adam always had people checking him out, only now it was part of his job whether he wanted it to be or not.  And mixed in with the lustful stares were ones of either disgust, amusement, or both, neither of which the young hunk had yet grown accustomed to.  But he’d never paraded around the gym floor in a pair of pale pink shorts so small and thin that the tissue-like nylon left his toned thighs entirely exposed as they split up the sides, occasionally giving a glimpse of the matching jockstrap underneath.  Nor had he topped those shorts with a pale, daisy yellow muscle shirt that hugged his sculpted torso like a second skin, joining with the pastel bottoms to accentuate the way his waist pinched inward before his lower half curved out again at the surprisingly ample cheeks he flashed whenever he bent or squatted.  The revealing outfit also had the devastating effect of highlighting the petite lump where he used to bulge, though a part of him was grateful that he didn’t have to worry about his dicking being outlined the way his ass was.

Until he got to the locker room.  Once inside there was no need to highlight or accentuate as everything came off, leaving him as one of the guys he’d always resented for strutting around naked when they could have at least wrapped a towel around their waist.  His years of organized athletics had inoculated him against the anxiety to a certain degree, but even when he’d had a more impressive package, not to mention a say in the matter, he’d always tried to keep his exposure to a bare minimum.

Now he was obligated.  Just like the fruits of his workouts, it all went to Rick.  The lingering eyes, the desire, the mocking glances, his resulting embarrassment; it all fed the older man.  Of course Adam hadn’t known the true nature of their agreement when he’d taken the job, he also hadn’t bothered to read the fine print, so he couldn’t blame anyone but himself.  If he’d paid more attention he wouldn’t be toiling away in the gym like a hamster on a wheel, nor would he be showing off what he’d lost between his legs.

The worst was when he stood at the sinks.  Rick made him go through the bulk of his morning routine at the gym instead of at home, making sure that the fit brunette spent as much time as possible shaving, fixing his hair, and brushing his teeth again, all while entirely on display.  Adam hated watching the reflections.  He knew how good he looked from behind, with his broad shoulders, sculpted upper back, and firm little bubble, and he didn’t mind the mix of envious hunger he saw directed his way.  It was when they got close enough to see the rest of his own reflection in the mirror, how his modest pecs flowed down to an impressive washboard before landing at a tiny little poker, that killed him.  Watching the lust turn to either surprise or an amused pity was like a slap in the face, but all he could do was smile and let them look.  Hard, he now topped out at just over three inches, so he kept his bush trimmed almost to the point of non-existence in an effort to avoid obscuring the little rod entirely.  He still didn’t understand all of the details, but apparently any embarrassment or humiliation he felt was a sensation that Rick avoided.  He was like an exhibitionist battery, storing up a plethora of mortification so that the older man didn’t have to.

Still, Adam preferred this kind of embarrassment to the alternative.  If he didn’t generate enough naturally then he had to be put into even more extreme circumstances, a scenario that the young pretty-boy liked to avoid at all costs.  The last time it happened he’d had to send a video of himself vigorously jerking his tiny little rod to a group text thread with the guys, pretending that it had all been an accident and that he’d meant to send it to someone else.  Since these were also friends he’d shared locker rooms with and who’d seen him naked, he’d also had to make up a story about some hormonal condition to explain his shrunken cock.  Whatever magic Rick used made the otherwise ridiculous story somehow seem plausible, as well as more amusing than anything else.  Now the guys all called him Adam Ant, not because he looked like a New Wave musician, but because that’s how big his dick was.  It didn’t take long before the video spread and all of his friends began calling him that.  Someone even posted it online, and they all loved sending him links whenever someone stumbled across it.  Every time a text came through with the name, which happened several times a day, or with a screenshot, was like a slap in the face.

Prior to entering his agreement with Rick, Adam had been a sought-after commodity.  He was a pretty, hung hunk who’d continued hopping from bed to bed even after graduating from college a few years before.  While his friends started to settle down one-by-one, Adam had been perfectly content to keep fucking and partying.  He’d landed a part time job at a gym, thankfully not the one he now frequented, which gave him enough money to pay his bills, unlimited access to keep himself in shape, and enough free time so as to not interfere with his fun.  It was there he’d met Rick, and where his life had taken a turn for the interesting.

The older man was a regular, and they’d hit it off right away.  For someone pushing fifty, Rick was in fantastic shape.  His tanned, olive skin was still tight and smooth over his impressively thick build, and though there was a bit of salt in his stubble and scalp it only enhanced his strong, masculine features.  He was also exorbitantly rich, and they both enjoyed swapping stories; Rick of his wealthy exploits and Adam of his youthful antics.

When his now-employer pitched the idea of the young man coming to work and live with him as a personal assistant, Adam knew right off the bat there were ulterior motives.  He’d seen the way Rick looked at him sometimes, but to the older man’s credit he didn’t try to hide or deny it, and to the younger man’s credit he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.  Though he primarily stuck with women he’d fooled around with guys before, and the idea of someone as wealthy and handsome as Rick being that into him was a turn-on by itself.  It was Adam who pitched the idea of a trial run, where he’d go and check out Rick’s house to learn more about the job and whether or not their arrangement would be “compatible.”

They were both naked within twenty minutes.  Rick hadn’t even finished giving Adam the tour, they’d barely made it to the lounge on the lower level that led out to the pool, when the younger man found his hand slipping up under the back of the older man’s shirt.  He’d already decided he was going to give it a try, and he didn’t know whether it was just due to the novelty of the circumstances or the sheer luxury presented by Rick’s expansive estate, but the young stud was ready to go almost from the moment he walked inside.  The older man certainly didn’t hesitate, and before he knew it Adam was staring down at a kneeling Rick’s broad shoulders while his new friend’s head bobbed back and forth on his long, thick cock.  He was just as eager to have his lips around the other man, so it wasn’t long before he found himself kneeling in front of one of the plush leather sofas with a squat, wide pole hitting the back of his throat.

More than a turn on, it was fun.  Rick wasn’t just in a hurry to pop a load off and move on, meaning they spent plenty of time rolling around on said sofa with their lips locked, or fooling around in various rooms.  They took turns leading each other around by the dick, acting like eager teenagers as they pawed at each other constantly.  Rick even made a surprisingly nimble show of twerking his meaty globes out by the pool to prove that they were entirely isolated and could do whatever they wanted back there, a display that nearly pushed Adam over the edge by itself.  The sight of the older man’s beefy frame gyrating and bouncing while he flashed a smug grin at the young hunk sealed the deal for the handsome jock.  He was so caught up in the moment that he even let Rick fuck him, a line he hadn’t planned on crossing but one he did so with eager abandon.  He told himself in the moment that it was inevitable, and he needed to know now if it would work, but he never expected to enjoy it as much as he did.  Rick took him on one of the loungers by the pool, throwing his legs into the air and never breaking eye contact as he expanded Adam’s limited definition of pleasure.  The younger man had never imagined how it would feel to be the one on the receiving end, with someone like Rick looming over him and making him feel both safe and insecure.  There was pain at first, but it was quickly overshadowed by the ecstasy that eventually caused his untouched cock to blast all over his chest and face.

It was during the afterglow, while they were giggling and cleaning each other up in the outdoor shower, that Rick brought up the magic.  Adam was of course dubious until the older man literally started to hover a few inches above the ground, and coupled with the lustful daze that still clung to his thoughts he could barely wrap his head around what he was hearing.  He understood that he’d be Rick’s personal assistant and personal trainer, there to provide the older man with the things he was too busy to take care of himself, but he didn’t fully appreciate the scope and implications of that arrangement until after he’d agreed and moved in.

Only then did he learn that his efforts at the gym wouldn’t build his own body, but Rick’s, as well as the more subtle requirements like the humiliation via proxy.  Adam also quickly learned that if he didn’t put in the effort, Rick would feed off what he had, a lesson that cost him ten pounds of muscle he’d literally never be able to gain back.  To anyone else the reduction wasn’t noticeable, but it stood out to Adam every time he looked in a mirror.

The reduction that followed was the noticeable one.  Adam had made the mistake during the throws of passion, a slip of the tongue where he’d cried out “I wish it was bigger” while Rick was thrusting into him.  He’d barely even realized he’d said anything before he felt a tingle and watched his seven inches drop to three, the other four adding to the older man’s thick, now-ten-inch rod as it swelled inside him.  He’d asked for it back but Rick said he liked the way Adam looked with the petite package as much as he liked the humiliating side effects, and since the younger man had taken to exclusively bottoming it didn’t matter anyway.

That was how things had gone in the six months since they’d made their arrangement, and on the good days Adam had to admit that it really wasn’t that bad.  The nature of their exchanges may not have been what he’d expected, and he didn’t love the embarrassing aspects, but otherwise things were as promised.  He got to spend his days taking advantage of Rick’s ample wealth, and aside from the workouts his only other tasks were to run the mundane errands and occasionally do some tidying up around the house.  But since there was a housekeeping and landscaping crew, even that was minimal.

And the sex was fantastic, as much as he sometimes wished it wasn’t.  Rick could do things to him that brought a level of ecstasy he’d never even imagined much less experienced, and it wasn’t as if the older man was cruel or demanding.  They got along to the point where even Adam thought of them as being in more of an intimate relationship than an employee and an employer.  Rick certainly took excellent care of him and he had the same freedoms he always had when it came to his friends and personal life, there was just that unique give-and-take element of their arrangement that set things apart.

Adam tried to remember that as he pulled up the winding driveway and into the large garage.  He’d stopped at the grocery store on his way home and lugged the bags inside before promptly stripping out of the skin-tight joggers and small hoodie he’d put on after the gym.  It was part of their agreement, and though it had taken some getting used to, the young jock had quickly grown to enjoy the clothing-free lifestyle.  Rick would often have him wear skimpy underwear or other revealing outfits to mix things up, but for now he simply shucked it all and put the groceries away nude, going in search of the older man once he finished.

He found him upstairs in the bedroom, walking in on a freshly-showered Rick examining his naked, well-muscled frame in the mirror.  Even knowing that he was the one responsible for maintaining all that muscle, and maybe because of that, the sight always made Adam’s little cock rocket to life.  “Good timing,” he said, walking over to the older man and giving one of his meaty cheeks a squeeze.

“Felt like a good one this morning…how was it,” Rick asked, leaning in for a kiss.  He reached down and cupped Adam’s solid little pole, letting the younger man grind it against his palm.

“Busier than usual, but I was able to get some good sets in.  I’m clearly biased, but I think the work is paying off.”  Adam reached up and squeezed Rick’s prominent pecs, loving the view of the older man’s broad, bare backside in the mirror.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Rick said, his arms still wrapped around Adam’s tight waist.  “Don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’re doing.”

“What are you talking about?”  The younger man’s expression was overly innocent, but he relented when Rick raised a stern eyebrow.  “Fiiiine.  But I mean, come on…this ass looks killer,” Adam said, reaching around to give the older man’s hefty globes a squeeze.  He’d been putting in extra time on leg days to purposely build Rick’s lower half, loving how the other man looked with a thick rear, and he’d been wondering how long it would be until his boss said something.

Rick grinned and gave Adam a quick peck on the nose.  “And I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it, but I like things to be a bit more proportional, and it’s starting to become unbalanced.  How about a compromise?  I’ll keep a little bit more than I normally would since you like it, and the rest…”

Adam gasped as he felt his ass and thighs suddenly swell.  In a matter of seconds he packed on months’ worth of near-daily lower body exercises, his lean torso now capping a frame that had officially become bottom heavy.  His perky little bubble was now plump and round, jutting out like a shelf from his lower back as it connected to thighs that had doubled in size.  At the same time, he felt Rick’s sizeable globes shrink in his hands until they settled at a more modest level of thickness.  They were still large and shapely, but nowhere near the gravity defying melons that Adam had just sprouted.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck,” the younger man groaned, his face going beet red when he saw his warped new shape.  The expansive thighs made his shrunken cock look smaller than ever, and the inflated pillows at his back jiggled with the slightest movement.  He blushed even harder when he realized they’d now be spilling out of his shorts at the gym, a fact that Rick would surely prevent him from rectifying.  “This thing’s huge!”

“It looks MUCH better on you,” the older man laughed, giving the globes a rippling swat.  “I cannot wait to take these things for a test drive.  But there’s something else we need to talk about first, and you’re probably not going to like this part.”

Adam wanted to point out that he didn’t necessarily love the abrupt acquisition of a fat ass, but he knew better.  “Well this sounds serious,” he said, his stomach dropping when he turned to the side and saw just how curvy his profile had become.  “Am I in trouble?  I wasn’t trying to be dick with the ass thing…I really did think you looked super hot with a booty.”

“Not at all,” Rick said, leaning in for another quick kiss.  “I think it’s fun.  And I’m actually quite impressed you thought to game the system like that.  Certainly can’t complain about the outcome,” he grinned, giving the young man’s inflated rear a rough bounce.  “I just know you won’t like what I need to do and I hate the idea of making you feel bad.”

Again, Adam thought better of arguing the point.  He spread his arms and shrugged, bracing himself for whatever was about to happen.  “What’s mine is yours.  Literally.  Is it going to hurt?”

“Of course not,” Rick said, shaking his head and sounding a bit wounded that Adam would even ask such a thing.  “And I personally think you’ll look quite handsome.”

The younger man understood Rick’s hesitation as soon as he felt his scalp tingle.  He watched the receding, salt-and-pepper crop suddenly grow thick and full on his boss’s head while simultaneously feeling a foreign draft across the top of his own skull.  “What?!  Oh, come on,” he cried, his face going purple, then pale, as he turned to the mirror.  All that remained of his formerly thick, chocolate mop was a thin circlet of hair at the level of his ears, leaving the rest of his scalp entirely bare.  He winced as he reached up and ran his hands across it, struggling to wrap his brain around the idea of being bald in his early twenties.

“Now, now, I think it makes you look quite distinguished,” Rick said, wrapping his arms around Adam from behind.  He gave the now-smooth scalp a kiss and ran a finger along the younger man’s chin.  “It really shows off your features, and these impressive cheekbones,” he purred.

Adam didn’t think it made him look distinguished as much as it seemed to add a decade to his appearance.  Coupled with the abrupt weight gain from the waist down he was starting to feel like he was looking at a stranger.  “But…but…” he sputtered, wanting to pull away but already hating how good it felt to have Rick pressing into his plumped bottom.  He also hated to admit just how good the older man looked with his freshly thickened mane, and how eager he was to be staring up at it while having his brains fucked out.

“I know how much you love your beanies…I’ll buy you as many as you want,” Rick said, one hand tweaking Adam’s nipple while the other landed on his oozing little rod once more.  “You do take such good care of me,” he said, his voice low and husky as he began kissing the younger man’s neck.  “I hope you don’t regret your decision.”

Adam sighed, instinctively rolling his hips to grind into Rick’s palm while also pushing back with his expanded cheeks.  “No,” he finally said, slightly surprised that he actually meant it.  “Don’t get me wrong, it can be…a lot…but I don’t hate it.”

“I’d think we could do better than not hating it,” Rick laughed.  “You know I feel it when you send me these things.  I’m well aware how much you secretly enjoy even the embarrassing circumstances, my bald little Ant.”

Adam shivered at the words, the full realization slamming into him that not only had he really become a micro-dicked, bald, fat-assed power-bottom; he’d loved every second of it.  Even the humiliation in the locker room and with his friends had a buried thrill that, although he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge, he’d known was present.  His former pride wouldn’t let his ego admit that he liked the shift, that he liked the insecurity, but Rick could see things for what they were.

“You’ll just have to explain the sudden hair loss and weight gain as part of that same hormonal condition that caused your pride-and-joy to shrink,” the older man continued, his voice dropping to a deep rumble.  “Same with that pesky vocal cracking.”

“What?  What are you taAAlking about,” Adam asked, his eyes going wide when his voice suddenly cracked like he was going through puberty.  “Why do I soOOUund like I’m goOOoing through puUUuberty?!”

Rick took a deep breath, like he was savoring an aroma.  “Ohhh, somebody loves this,” he said, his own rigid log nestled between Adam’s oversized cheeks.  He could feel the younger man trembling in his grip, more excited by the change than dreading it.  It wasn’t that Adam didn’t experience the latter, but that it fueled the former to the point of overwhelming any anxiety.

“FeEls like I’m noOt the only onE,” the now-bald jock croaked, his stomach fluttering even as he blushed from head to toe.  The thought of what he’d now sound like on top of how he looked was pushing him into overdrive.

“That’s an understatement,” Rick said, shifting his hips and slipping inside with one smooth motion.

“FuuUUUuuuUUUuck,” Adam moaned, leaning forward against the mirror to support himself.  Rick’s hands were tight on his waist as the older man rolled into him with rhythmic precision, and as much as he wished otherwise he was already grateful for the way his thickened rear enhanced the sensations.  The extra bouncing and jiggling sent additional darts of pleasure through him, and he loved watching it squish and ripple against Rick’s firm torso in the mirror.  The sight of the older man’s handsome face wearing a mask of lustful determination beneath his thickened mane was every bit as satisfying as he hoped it would be.  Instead of fighting it Adam leaned into his cracking wail, letting the warbling pleas echo around the room as he begged Rick to fuck him harder.  The older man was happy to oblige, and it wasn’t long until they were laying spent and sticky on the ground, their lips reluctant to pull away from each other.  “WeEll this day toOk a tUrn,” Adam finally laughed, running a hand over his smooth scalp.

“Hopefully for the better,” Rick said as he climbed to his feet and pulled the young man up alongside him.  “But just to be sure…why don’t we go get cleaned up, and then you can put on those little lavender bikini briefs and give your friends a call to tell them about the new you?”