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Alex still couldn’t believe the reflection belonged to him.  It had only been a few minutes, he knew it would take much longer to fully process what he’d lost, and he wondered if he’d ever be able to accept the new shape as belonging to him.  The loss of mass was bad enough on its own, but what the techs had left him with made it so much worse.  An hour ago he’d been a strapping meathead, standing 6’3” and weighing in at  270lbs of bulky muscle.  He was broad shouldered, wide-jawed and handsome, with short, ruddy brown hair that accentuated his sharp features.  He had sculpted pistons for arms, a prominent set of eye-popping pecs, an impressive washboard, and plump, meaty globes attached to wide, tree-trunk thighs above his rocky calves.  The stout, five-and-a-half inch cock had never been the most impressive, especially when compared to the rest of his buff build, but Alex knew how to use every inch with surgical precision.  Based on his appearance alone, the hulking hunk turned heads and landed ladies wherever he went.

It was his personality that got him into trouble, and which had cost him all the size he’d worked so hard to build over the preceding twenty six years.  Or at least most of it.  A drunken brawl on its own wouldn’t normally send someone to the Body Shop, Alex knew that from experience, but he hadn’t just been in a simple bar fight.  He’d assaulted a judge’s son, an overly primped blonde pretty-boy with an even worse attitude than his own.  The argument had started over a girl they’d both set their eyes on, and after a series of increasingly volatile verbal exchanges, the hulking brunette had thrown the first punch.  Though Alex was twice the size of his equally arrogant antagonist he hadn’t really hurt him, he wasn’t trying to inflict lasting damage as much as he was simply trying to be intimidating, but that didn’t didn’t matter.  A squad car, a holding cell, and a courtroom later found the handsome stud being hit with the maximum penalty and a ticket to the Body Shop.

The procedure was seen as a revolution in the criminal justice system.  Instead of throwing mostly-harmless offenders like Alex into an overcrowded jail, and then incurring the costs to house and feed them, they could rather be put to better use.  But instead of pointless community service or fines that were rarely collected in full, convicted criminals paid with their physical essence.  The higher the crime, the more they were required to give, providing the raw material that could then be converted and stored for medical or elective procedures.  It wasn’t just the jails that had been revolutionized, but the cosmetic surgery industry as well.  Now, people could have their entire bodies overhauled without ever going under the knife, assuming they could afford it.  And it was all made possible by the donations from people like Alex.

There were some who voluntarily donated, like an extreme version of giving blood, but the towering beefcake had never even considered it.  The only reason he was anywhere near calm about the whole situation was because he kept telling himself he could build the muscle back.  He’d done it once, he practically lived at the gym and loved every second he spent throwing weights around, so he told himself he could do it again.

By the time the techs told him otherwise, it was too late.  He’d already been stripped down and shoved in the collection tube, having received the injection of calming medicine that kept him from flying into a rage upon learning that he’d be “locked in” to his new size.  He could lift all day every day if he so chose, but he’d never regain so much as a pound of muscle.  Alex knew it made sense.  There was no point in taking it in the first place if someone could just go and gain it all back.  Like many things in his life, the impulsive hunk had just never stopped to think much about it.  And inside the tube there was nothing he could do.  The medicine he’d been given kept him from generating the kind of angry response he was used to.  There was no rush of adrenaline or racing thoughts, no puffing of his prominent pecs or intimidating flexing.  He knew on a logical level that he was angry, but the accompanying emotional response never came.  He was barely even embarrassed to be standing naked in a room full of people.  All he felt for the most part was a dull contentment, a state that he also learned would be with him going forward.  In addition to his mass, his aggressive tendencies would be going away as well.  Which isn’t to say that he’d never get angry, but when it came to light that he had multiple, prior incidents, the court felt it best to remove Alex’s hair trigger.  It was essentially a permanent mood stabilization, no different than if he’d been mandated psychiatric interventions; a way to keep him from getting himself into trouble, they’d said.

Unfortunately for Alex, the conscious knowledge that he should be angry whether he felt it or not was enough to set his mouth in motion.  As the techs prepped for the procedure, the brawny bull hurled every insult and threat he could think of at them.  It didn’t matter that his voice lacked its normal edge and that he spoke in a casual tone instead of an intimidating roar, nor did it matter that the techs just laughed in response.  He couldn’t stop himself.

It wasn’t until the tube hummed to life that he finally fell silent.  Alex braced himself for pain, but there was only a pins-and-needle tingling as his body began to change.  He’d known it would happen fast.  Most of the time spent during the procedure was scanning his original state and dialing in the preparations for what would be taken.  The act of taking itself was terrifyingly abrupt.  Just as he registered the numb tingle, Alex was already watching his body wither.  His broad shoulders pulled inward, his arms deflating like punctured balloons on either side of his receding pecs.  The impressive eight-pack abs he’d worked so hard to maintain softened and vanished to nothing but a faint outline of half that number, leaving his once-chiseled torso as lean and barely defined.

Below his waist, the changes were a bit different.  Alex watched his already smallish package shrink even more as his meaty thighs dwindled, but not nearly enough.  His jagged calves vanished and he seemed to have lost several inches in height along with all the muscle that had been taken from everywhere except his now-oversized rear.  So while the rest of his body had been reduced to a short, slender stature, he still carried around a pair of cheeks that had looked large at his original size.  Alex waited for them to shrink in proportion with the rest of him, but the humming and the tingling stopped, leaving him with the comparatively colossal cakes.

The techs filled him in before he could ask.  Since he liked being such an ass, they’d all laughed, they’d left his meaty rear untouched.  The overall reduction was supposed to have been proportional and not take much from his height, but they’d made the call to leave his plump pillows as they were and drop him down to 5’7” instead.  Instead of weighing in within spitting distance of 300, Alex now barely hit 130 pounds.  The techs also informed him that since he liked to run his mouth so much they’d made that easier for him by removing his “filter” while they were in there, which would make it easier for him to put his ass to more productive uses.  That last part was especially important because, since he’d seemed so focused on homosexuality based on the insults he’d been throwing around, they’d also removed his attraction for women and swapped it for men.

Alex could only gasp when one of the techs stepped forward to help him from the tube, all of the changes hitting him at once.  His stomach fluttered at the way he had to now look up at the man he previously stood taller than, his cock rocketing to its new three inch size.  The tech appeared a few years older than himself and was entirely average looking, but Alex couldn’t stop staring.  Only the foreign sensation of his oversized cheeks bouncing and shaking with each of his stumbling steps pulled his attention away, leaving him to stare at his warped new reflection when they left him alone in his recovery cell until his roommate Scott was allowed to come back and get him.

“What did you do?!”  Alex jumped at the sound of his friend’s voice when the door slid open, letting out another gasp when he turned to face the athletic ginger.  Scott had always been a few inches shorter than him at an even six-foot and wasn’t anywhere near as large, preferring a tapering, leanly-muscled frame to Alex’s constant desire for more size.  So instead of being broad and bulky, Scott was tight and chiseled, with a boy-next-door face competing with his perky bubble for attention.

“Me?!  I didn’t do anything,” Alex insisted, his eyes going wide when he heard his altered chirp for the first time.  Even with his leveled mood, the former hulk felt a rush of embarrassment at the higher, lighter tone in place of his once-booming voice.  “Oh…oh fuck…is this what I sound like?!”  He rubbed his thin new neck, the softened features of his face glowing crimson beneath Scott’s grin.  “This isn’t funny,” he cried, the words sounding more pouting than intimidating.

“Beg to differ,” Scott said, shaking his head.  “The techs told me you made quite the impression before the procedure got started.  What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?!  Beating up a judge’s son over some random girl at the bar…being sent here in the first place…none of that was bad enough? You just had to go and piss off the people pressing all the buttons, too?  Come on!”

“I…I didn’t…I just…” Alex stammered, flustered.  He felt like he should be yelling back but instead he wilted, his eyes dropping to the floor instead of glaring up at the other man.

The unexpected reaction stopped Scott’s lecture in its tracks.  He was used to arguing with the former giant about everything, but clearly that would be different going forward.  “Hey, no, it’s cool.  I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out to gently tousle the now-shorter man’s hair.  “You just frustrate the fuck outta me sometimes.  For whatever strange reason, I actually give a shit about you, bro.  I hate watching you get yourself into trouble over and over again.”

Alex almost groaned at the sensation of Scott’s hand on his head.  It felt far larger and stronger than it should, and instead of staring at the floor he lifted his eyes enough to hungrily gaze at the front of his friend’s shorts.  “I don’t…I don’t think you need to worry about that anymore.”

“No, I guess we don’t, do we?  Well, let’s at least get a look at you,” the fit redhead sighed, holding his shrunken friend out at arm’s length.  “It’s so weird seeing the top of your head,” he laughed, his hands fully encircling Alex’s formerly beefy arms as he let them drift down.  “Oh, shit, sorry,” he quickly offered when it occurred to him what he was doing.

“That’s…that’s real weird too,” Alex stammered, flexing instinctively against his friend’s hands.  His upper arms still went rigid with a hint of definition, but the massive biceps and triceps that had threatened every shirt sleeve since high school were gone for good.  “They’re so small,” he whimpered, looking down at the faint outline where his massive chest should have been.

“It’s not so bad,” Scott said, trying his best to sound encouraging.  “You’re still pretty cut.  And, hey, at least your dick didn’t get any smaller,” he winked.

“Fuck you,” Alex squeaked with a quick laugh.

“Theeeeeere’s my man,” Scott grinned.  “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.  Just wanted to make sure you were still in there somewhere.  But you did just fine with what you had before, right?  You’ll make do.  It honestly doesn’t look that much different against a smaller body.”

“Is that supposed to be helpful,” Alex asked, blushing as his stomach fluttered.  The longer he stood, naked and exposed, under Scott’s probing eyes and hands the more he felt something shifting inside him.

“Sorry, I’m just rambling because I don’t know what to say,” Scott apologized.  “Regardless of the size, at least it looks like it still works, right?”

“Ri…right…” Alex stuttered, a pulse shooting through the aching little rod when his friend finally reached around and squeezed the elephant in the room.

“This really was a dick move on their part,” the ginger spat.  “I mean…aren’t they supposed to be professionals?  There’s gotta be a way to file a complaint or something.”

“Do…don’t stop…” Alex gasped when Scott pulled his hand away.  His whole, shrunken body flushed a bright pink as soon as he said it, an awkward silence following.

Scott laughed and scratched his head nervously.  “Uh…what did you just say?”

“I…I said I want you to fuck me so bad it hurts,” Alex groaned, his eyes going wide when he heard the words leaving his mouth.  “I…I mean you’re so fucking hot I can’t stand it.  I want you to pick me up and throw me on that bench over there and make me beg,” he said, seemingly unable to stop himself now that the door had been opened.

Scott could only blink in shocked silence, his own face just as red as his friend’s.  “That’s…that’s new,” he finally said with a short laugh.

“Oh god…they said since I liked to run my mouth so much they took my “filter” away.  I didn’t know what that meant, but I guess that’s why I want to suck your fat cock so much right now,” Alex said, licking his lips.  “Thing’s huge compared to my tiny little piece…can’t wait to feel all that man juice blasting me in the face,” the former bruiser rambled, his eyes wide as he gawked up at Scott.

“Uh…why don’t we get the fuck outta here and figure out this part back at home, yeah?”  The flustered redhead held out the bundle of scrubs for Alex to slip into, having to help the shrunken man keep his balance as he stepped into the ill-fitting pants.  The tissue-thin material threatened to split as it strained around the prize-winning pumpkin that was Alex’s ass, the bottom of the loose top resting against the plump cheeks like a shelf.  With the pants struggling to contain Alex’s massive melons, his rigid little cock was fully displayed in front, but there was nothing he could do to obscure the tiny tent.

And it quickly didn’t matter.  He and Scott only made it a few staggering steps from the recovery room before the back of the pants gave out, letting Alex’s fat cakes bounce free.  They hesitated, wondering if they should ask for another pair, but quickly decided against it given how things had gone thus far.  Instead, Alex hurried behind his now-taller friend as best he could, trying to ignore the sensation of his bare, bouncing backside hanging massive and exposed for all to see.  They repeated the frantic scampering when they reached their condo, luckily only scandalizing a handful of neighbors on their way inside.

“Oh my god this is a nightmare,” Alex moaned, reaching around to grasp his exposed pillows as he stared around the house.  With the loss of size and height everything seemed slightly off and larger than it should have been, making his already-addled head spin even faster.

“I mean, the hard part’s over, right?  Now it’s just a matter of, I don’t know, adjusting,” Scott offered, trying his best to sound positive.  He was also trying his best not to stare as Alex’s bouncing bottom split the pants even further.

The shrunken stud glared.  “Oh, is that all?  Easy for you to say…you’re still tall, hot and chiseled.  I’m the one who’s some fat-assed little punk now,” Alex cried.

Scott sighed and walked up behind his friend, giving the now-smaller man’s shoulders a squeeze.  “Bro, it’ll be fine.  We’ll get through this, alright?  Let’s start with getting you out of these fucking scrubs.”

“Only if we can get you out of those shorts next,” the waifish brunette purred, his face going red.  “Fuck!  It’s like I don’t even know I’m going to say it until I hear myself talking about how I can’t wait for you to pound this pussy stupid.”

Scott couldn’t help but smile.  After so many years of dealing with Alex’s smug superiority, seeing the former hulk experience actual embarrassment was surprisingly adorable.  Already he could feel his affections shifting, adopting a protective edge that he’d never felt around the other man before.  “Okay, yeah, this part is going to take some getting used to.”

Alex shook his head as he peeled out of the tattered bottoms and slipped out of the loose top, his shrunken cock as hard as ever as he stood naked in front of his friend.  “Oh…oh shit…am I going to be like this around everyone?!  Like next time I see Dave…am I going to tell him how much I love his granite ass and how I’d lick it clean in a heartbeat if he’d let me?”  Alex clamped his hands over his mouth, his eyes wide as he looked to Scott as if the other man could help him.

“Knowing Dave I’m sure he’d love to hear it,” Scott shrugged.  “Dude…of course the guys are going to give you some shit over this, but honestly?  None of ‘em are going to care.  Not really.”

Alex spoke through parted fingers, his voice a borderline groan.  “Just thinking about all those fat, juicy cocks in the locker room makes me want to cum right here and now.  Fuuuuck…gonna be so big next to my little dick I can’t wait to see that shit in the shower.”

Scott tousled his friend’s hair before putting a hand on the smaller man’s back and guiding him deeper into the condo.  “Let’s maybe hold off on the locker room for a few days until we get a better handle on this.  But speaking of a shower…why don’t you go rinse off whatever’s left of that stuff they used on you while I see if we’ve got anything you can wear?”

Alex just nodded and headed for the bathroom, feeling an odd compulsion to do as he was told.  He didn’t stop to question it or even think about it; as soon as Scott told him to go shower the decision was made.  At first he was grateful for the privacy as it gave him an opportunity to relieve some of the aching, painful lust, though he quickly learned things weren’t that simple as he started tweaking his shrunken member.  Adjusting to the sensation of the smaller organ between a few fingers was bad enough, and his head swimming with unfamiliar fantasies of naked men didn’t help, but it was the helpless howling that truly made his stomach drop.  As Alex started working his petite rod and tiny balls, what began as quiet gasping rapidly built to a wailing crescendo.  He moaned and whimpered and groped his small new frame with wild abandon, a far cry from the surgically-precise stud he used to be.  He came after only a few thrashing moments, the combined forces of the overwhelming release and his altered center of gravity sending him to the shower floor with a rough thud.

“Jesus, dude!  Are you okay in here?”

The shower door slid open as Alex shook his head, blinking up at Scott in a daze before his foggy brain caught up with what was happening.  “Oh…oh fuck…that was…what the fuck just happened…” he stammered.

“Sounds like you had a little too much fun,” the bigger man laughed as he reached in and cranked off the shower.  “Come on, let’s get you up and dried off.”

Alex meekly raised his arms and let Scott haul him upright, the ease with which he was pulled to his feet still catching him off guard.  “I couldn’t help it,” the now-wiry brunette panted.  “Once I started it was just like…like a dam letting loose.  Holy shit…” he muttered, his stomach dropping when he looked down at himself.  Now that his shrunken cock was finally going soft it looked like little more than a nub nestled in his trimmed bush, but Alex wasn’t sure whether he should be relieved that it wasn’t hard anymore or horrified by its compact new size.  Either way, he felt like it was going to be a temporary issue as Scott began roughly toweling him dry.

“I don’t know if I should be jealous or what,” the fit redhead said.  “I love cranking one out as much as anyone, but I’ve never had it feel as good as that sounded.”

“Maybe you just need to try harder,” Alex purred.  His slender new hand shot out before he could stop himself, slipping into the front of the other man’s shorts.  The sensation of his friend’s girthy organ filling his hand sent a whole-body throb through Alex’s lean little frame, not so much pushing him over a line as much as launching him off a cliff.

“Ooooookay,” Scott yelped, attempting to twist away from his determined friend with no success.  Alex’s softened hand was practically glued to his package, a confusing pulse causing the twitching organ to rapidly expand.  “We maybe need to establish some ground rules about touching.”

“Why,” Alex shrugged, more determined than ever as his friend’s cock progressively hardened.  “We never did before.”

“Yeah, but that was…it’s not like we…” Scott sputtered.  The smaller man had a point.  Throughout their years of friendship they’d never once batted an eye about ball taps, tea bags, nipple twists, cock tugs, ass slaps, or any other kind of naked roughhousing.  They’d even jerked off together on multiple occasions and had fucked either simultaneously or at least while the other was in the room, so, on paper, the only difference was that now one of them wasn’t hiding their desire for such contact.  “Fuck, man, I don’t know,” the flustered ginger sighed.  “I’m just not trying to take advantage of anyone.  I know this isn’t something you’d normally…”

“Dude, this IS normal for me now,” Alex said, the sight of his friend’s fat cock springing free when he tugged Scott’s shorts down keeping the despair from his voice.  “Whatever those assholes switched around…you’re not taking advantage, bro.  I’m begging for it.  I know I wouldn’t have yesterday, but that doesn’t change what I need today.  And If I’m going to be doing this sort of shit from now on, I’d really, really like the first one of these luscious cocks I go to town on to be yours.”

“I…this is so weird…but…mmmnnhhh….” Scott trailed off in a low moan, falling back against the counter when Alex dropped to his knees and swallowed as much of his cock as he could.  He was having just as hard a time wrapping his head around the sight of the thin, bottom-heavy man as Alex was over what he was doing, but in neither case did it dull the pleasure they felt.  Scott tried to picture the kneeling twink the way he was, as a broad mountain of a man, but already that version of his friend seemed a lifetime away.  He reached down and ran a hand through the smaller man’s hair while he gently pumped his hips, trying not to interrupt Alex’s awkward rhythm.  “Is it…what you wanted…?”

Alex pulled his head back, his eyes half-closed as he ran his tongue along the underside of Scott’s delicious rod.  “Fuuuuck yessss,” he moaned.  “Never felt anything like it.  The smell…the taste…your fuckin’ thighs against my face…this rock-hard ass…fuuuuuuck,” he moaned again, squirming.  “Only thing that’ll make it better is when I’ve got this thing inside me.”

“I…I mean…do you want to…?”  Scott’s fumbling question was met with an enthusiastic nod as Alex leapt to his feet.  The eager little bottom grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to his room, shoving him down onto the bed with as much force as his toned, tiny arms could muster.  For his part, Alex was moving with entirely new instincts, letting his altered body dictate his actions as he climbed up on the bed and straddled Scott’s tapering waist.  With only an excited grin, he spread his massive cheeks, scooted back, and slowly lowered himself on the spit-slick rod.  “Oh…oh shit…oh fuck…” Scott stammered, his hands clutching the sheets as Alex started to rock his hips.

It was a new experience for both of them.  Not just because it was Alex’s first time being penetrated and Scott’s first time fucking another man, but because of the pure, raw ecstasy on display.  As soon as Alex’s fat cheeks formed a vacuum seal around the ginger’s thick pole, the little man lit up like he’d been attached to a live wire.  He rocked and writhed and flexed his absent muscle and made faces that were a wild menagerie of pain, bliss, and joy, a constant stream of wordless, wide-eyed exclamations pouring from his slack-jawed mouth.  Though he typically identified as straight, it was one of the most arousing things Scott had ever seen.  The knowledge that he was the one bringing Alex so much pleasure, coupled with the novelty of the situation, left him more turned on than he’d been in months.  Scott had been blown by guys before, he operated under the “a hole is a hole” mindset for the most part, but the fact that it was Alex helplessly howling at the end of his dick added an extra layer of bliss to the proceedings.  It wasn’t just some guy; it was the arrogant alpha of their social circle, the smug stud he’d simultaneously competed with, envied, and looked up to.  Now Scott knew he was the one being looked up to, literally, and that shift in his feelings towards his friend continued to evolve as the pressure built at the base of his spine.  A possessiveness was joining in with the protective urges he felt, a desire not just to keep his friend safe but to keep him, period.  With his lack of a filter and amplified urges, Alex would need someone to look after him and tell him what to do, a role that Scott would be all too happy to fill.

“Whooaaa…big shooter, huh,” Scott laughed when Alex’s tiny, untouched cock spurted all over his prominent pecs.  His tone dripped with condescension as the load was miniscule at best, but his friend shuddered in response.  “That’s okay…I think I can…make up…for it…” he grunted, his hands clamped onto Alex’s supple thighs.  “You…ready…big guy…?”

The smaller man’s eyes rolled back in his head when Scott unloaded, the sensation of his friend’s copious load filling his insides leaving him more content and satisfied than he’d ever felt before.  The redhead mocking his own load right before dwarfing it made Alex feel small and insecure and turned on and safe all at the same time, a whirlwind of emotions that only grew stronger when he collapsed into the other man’s arms.

“Well?  Was it as good as you’d hoped,” Scott panted while they both caught their breath.

Alex nodded, his heightened voice scratchy from all the wailing he’d just done.  “Soooo much better,” he laughed, his hand absently toying with Scott’s solid pecs.  “You’re still leaking out of me down there.”

Scott flashed a smug grin and reached down to easily swallow Alex’s diminished package with one hand.  “Little guy’s cute when he pops off.  You’re not so bad either,” he winked.  “You make the most adorable faces.”

Alex blushed.  He’d been called a lot of things in bed before, but “adorable” had never been one of them.  Still, he didn’t hate the way it made him feel.  “So is this…can we make this a thing,” he asked, not trying to hide the hopeful ring to his voice.

Scott couldn’t help himself as he leaned over for a surprisingly passionate kiss.  It was a line he hadn’t intended to cross, but seeing the way the former mountain of a man looked at him with his bashful, eager eyes it was an impulse he couldn’t ignore.  It was also one he repeated two more times before finally answering.  “What kind of friend would I be if I said no?”