Crack the Code, ch. 2: Demoted (Patreon)

David made sure he’d remember.  He had to, and not just because it would defeat the purpose if he couldn’t recall the altered trio as they’d been, and why he’d spent nearly all of his money to see them change.  The wiry man also knew himself well enough to see the guilt coming.  He wasn’t cruel, not like them, and the last thing he wanted was to regret his decision.  After all, David wasn’t just doing this for his own sake, but for everyone’s.  The three of them had just entered the back half of their twenties and were already leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.  Left unchecked, there was no telling how many lives they’d gleefully ruin in the pursuit of their own self interest.

Still, David knew it wasn’t entirely their fault.  As a trio of straight, handsome jocks they were simply what the world made them.  They’d never developed empathy or stopped to check themselves because they’d never had to.  The world was tailor made in their image, allowing them to easily stroll through doors that were held open while those unfortunate enough to not be them had to claw and struggle and work.  In their younger days they charmed their way through difficult situations, then fought and fucked their way past any resistance in college, and now, after rocketing up the corporate ladder with their superior appearance as opposed to mediocre abilities, they could throw money at any bumps in the road.

Given that context, their arrogance made sense.  Of course they harassed every woman at the office, or at the bar, or on the apps, and of course they bullied and judged anyone they perceived as remotely inferior to themselves, which was everyone.  They viewed the people around them as either disposable or as an object to be used, and if someone objected there were plenty of other folks waiting in line behind them.  Hookups, hangers-on, envious admirers, punching bags; whatever their egos needed could be instantly gratified.

David found himself filling that last role on the list.  For a thin, slightly effeminate, gay ginger like himself, his young life had been full of people vying for the crown of Who Could Give Him The Most Shit.  Things had fortunately tapered off in college, as long as he avoided the frat scene and stayed out of the campus fitness center at certain times, and he’d hoped to put those days fully behind him after graduation.  He wasn’t completely naive, and he knew there would always be assholes no matter where he went, but he hadn’t anticipated a full high school regression like he experienced from his trio of tormentors.  His first few years in the world of work had been blessedly uneventful.  David worked hard and had managed to earn himself a rapid series of promotions, though the latest one had brought more turmoil than triumph into his life, at least up until now.

He’d seen Mike first.  With his tall stature, wavy jet-black hair, strikingly stubbled face, and mediterranean muscle, the smoldering hunk was impossible to ignore. He was all broad shoulders, prominent pecs and straining sleeves, his expertly fitted pants acting like a spotlight for his perfect ass and just-present-enough-to-make-you-look bulge.  David didn’t know it at the time, though he’d quickly learned, that the other man’s appearance was a trap.  Mike fully expected people to look, at which point he’d decide if they deserved such a gift.  In David’s case, the answer was an immediate, resounding “no.”  Whether it was due to his status as a gay man, his more slender build, the fact that they were roughly the same age, or all of the above, the bullying began in earnest as soon as he’d met Trent and Jeremy.

Like Mike, Trent stood just above the six-foot mark, with a full head of strawberry blonde hair capping his deceptively charming face.  Where the dark-haired hunk was moody and brooding, Trent was quick to smile, with a dimpled chin and bright eyes.  His body was every bit as impressive as Mike’s, with the only real difference being his smooth, slightly pale complexion.  They were opposite sides of the same crossfit coin, a comparison that was all the more apt since the two were never far apart.

Jeremy was always present as well, but where his brawny friends had clearly been formed from the same mold, the toned brunette didn’t share their classic physiques.  He stood a few inches taller at 6’3”, with a face that was angular and pointy, more razor cheekbones than lantern jaw.  And while he was covered in shredded definition, he lacked the sculpted bulk of the other two, with a tight, rock climber’s build that was long and lean.  He was no less striking, and was possibly more so due to his unique appearance, though while his looks may have differed, his smug behavior was a carbon copy.

David didn’t make it a week before things started going missing from his desk, or for lewd notes to find their way into his drawers.  He was assailed by dick pics and crude questions about being gay, while simultaneously being forced to listen to the smug trio as they bragged about how many women they’d hooked up with in the last week and their other various, sexual exploits.  They mocked his thin build and taunted him in the corporate gym, strutting naked around the locker room and daring him to look in their direction.

The harassment continued for months with no sign of abating.  David knew he could just take another position at a different firm, but he was tired of guys like Mike, Trent and Jeremy always getting away with it.  He knew everyone else was just as sick of it, too, but as long as they hit their deliverables nothing would ever happen.  And that would be the case for the rest of their lives.  They’d always do just enough to get away with it, reaping the rewards while making everyone around them miserable, which meant running wasn’t an option.  David didn’t know how or what it would look like, but he was determined to make a stand.  And when he found the ad for the Codebreaker online, it seemed like the universe agreed with him.

Everything fell into place after that.  David had an appointment the next day, and despite the obvious impossibility of what was pitched to him during that meeting, he’d gone along with it.  Eagerly.  As soon as he’d started talking to the man behind the desk, which was all he could remember afterwards, that it had been a man, he found himself unloading his anger.  If he could do anything, as he’d been told, David said he wanted to take the three of them literally down a peg.  He wanted them to shrink and feel small the way they made everyone else feel small.  Whether it was their height or their muscles or both, David wanted to see if they still felt so smug afterwards.

The Codebreaker had assured him that any and all of that was possible, but he’d asked David why they should stop there?  Was being “small” simply a matter of physical appearance?  Or did it go deeper?  Did David want it to go deeper?  The questions caught the thin redhead off guard, and he was afraid that if he pulled too hard on those threads that he’d get up in his head and lose his resolve, so he left the details up to the Codebreaker.  He was confident that the other man knew the intent of his desires, so, after being assured that he’d still remember how things had been, as well as be in a position to enjoy the new status quo, he paid more money than he’d ever paid for anything in his life and hoped for the best.

He was worried when he arrived at work the next morning and found the three men missing.  The first thing he did was walk over to where their desks should have been, only to find other people occupying the space.  Not yet knowing the details himself he didn’t want to ask about them for fear of how it would make him look, so he’d instead retreated to his desk to search the company directory.  David’s hands shook as he’d entered each name, the trembling turning into a nervous fluttering in his stomach when he saw the search results.  No longer on the fifth floor, just one below the executive level, the three were now listed as being housed in the basement.  “Departmental Assistance” was their only title, and while David had no idea what that meant it sounded like a far cry from their previous prestige.

Not wanting to even wait for the elevator, the wiry man had practically sprinted down the stairwell, his heart racing far more from anticipation than any physical exertion.  He’d paused at the bottom to catch his breath, though that ended up being a moot point as he quickly let it out in a stunned exhalation as soon as he opened the door.  A series of squeaky, helium voices echoed down the hall, and while David tried to brace himself for what he’d find waiting at the end, nothing could have prepared him for the sight.  It was far more than anything he could have come up with himself, and an unexpected wave of fear washed over him when he thought about the true, devious power he’d been in the presence of the previous afternoon.

The three were unrecognizable.  Their faces hadn’t been altered in the slightest, but the overall size of them, and the bodies they were attached to, had been altered to an astonishing degree.  As when everything began, David saw Mike first, his eyes going wide as he took in the dark-haired hunk’s new proportions.  From the waist up the smoldering stud appeared to be more or less the same, but the legs that had once been long and powerful were now squat and stubby, leaving the warped man with a top-heavy build that stood at least two feet shorter.  Next to him, Trent had the opposite problem.  While it appeared that the ruddy blonde had dropped at least six inches in overall height, now reaching 5’6” or 5’7”, the most obvious reduction came in the form of the overly short arms that hung from his broad shoulders.  Like Mike’s legs, the sculpted appendages were half the length they should have been, if that, looking even smaller as Trent was forced to sit close to the ground and close to the desk so they’d reach his keyboard.  Rounding out the trio was Jeremy, whose new appearance was more in line with what David had been thinking, but to a more extreme degree.  Instead of being a tall, 6’3”, the whipcord brunette now topped at no more than three feet, his lean frame having reduced at a proportional rate.  It was a good thing that Jeremy had always been such an avid climber, as he’d now have to scramble up onto furniture, counters, desks, and into cars going forward.

But the changes didn’t stop there.  In addition to the new voices and new proportions, they all sported new wardrobes which showed off another of their shared reductions.  What little clothing they wore continued the “small” motif, highlighting the most drastic alterations on each of them.  In Mike’s case, this left his squat little legs and meaty rear clad only in a pair of cheap looking shoes and steel gray briefs, with a matching polo tucked into the revealing underwear.  For Trent, his mostly-sculpted torso was covered by a red lycra muscle shirt, leaving the sides of his plump pecs on display as the pale mounds led over to his broad shoulders and bare, shortened arms.  His mostly-unaltered legs were covered only by a pair of white, plastered on running shorts that made his meaty rear look better than ever, while simultaneously drawing attention to what he lacked.  Instead of the infuriatingly impressive package he should have sported, Trent now had a petite little lump in the front of his shorts.  The same went for Mike, who would no longer walk around lording his fat cock and hefty balls over everyone as his skimpy briefs barely bulged between his squat thighs.  It was more noticeable on the taller pair, but even Jeremy’s pint-sized new frame had undergone a similar reduction.  The wiry man’s steely frame was clad in what appeared to be a navy onesie, showing off just how small he’d become.  But unlike the usual inhabitants of such infantile clothing there was no bulky underwear to obscure his firm, perky rear or the tiny little cock clearly outlined against the front.

David had been equally surprised by how thrilled they were to see him.  Far from their previously menacing arrogance, the three squeaking men tripped over themselves in their eagerness to please.  As if nothing at all was out of the ordinary, they’d asked him about his night and how his morning was going, and if there was anything they could do for him.  They complimented his outfit and told him how good he looked, adding a confusing comment about how excited they were for him to come over that evening.

David puzzled over the invitation for the rest of the day as he learned more and more about their new role.  Instead of their previous positions of status, they were now basically glorified interns, helping with the menial tasks that no one else wanted to do and going on coffee and food runs for everyone.  He watched them in the gym that afternoon, equally loving and feeling guilty over the way they had to adapt their workouts.  Trent was an especially interesting sight, as his stubby arms went through curls and presses with their limited range, though watching Mike at the leg press and Jeremy scampering on a treadmill were equally entertaining.  They even still got naked in the locker room, only now they appeared significantly less confident with their tiny nubs on full display, and instead of sneering they beamed whenever they caught David looking in their direction.  They beamed at everyone, seeming desperate for attention and approval.  Whereas before they looked down at others, now they both literally and figuratively seemed incapable of such an act.  Fortunately, unlike their former selves most of the people they came across were at least friendly, if not obviously condescending.

Still, David had no intention of going to see any of them that evening, and he didn’t even know where they lived if he’d wanted to.  Which is what made it all the more surprising when he’d gotten in his car and drove across town, pulling up outside an unremarkable apartment building.  He remembered the three of them bragging about their luxurious condos, but that was clearly no longer the case as he parked and buzzed a number he somehow knew before trotting up the impossibly familiar stairs.

Now, standing outside what he knew to be their shared apartment, his heart raced all over again.  He heard a series of heavy footfalls plodding towards the door and knew he’d find Mike waiting on the other side when it opened.

“Hey!  You came,” the dark-haired hunk cheered, throwing his brawny arms around David’s midsection, his head topping out just below the thinner man’s chest at his new height.

“Hey big guy,” David said, surprised by both the words and the way he reached down to tousle Mike’s thick, raven hair.  The squat stud was shirtless, and the wiry redhead shivered at the sensation of the other man’s perfect pecs pressing into him, as well as the barely stuffed briefs grinding against his leg.    “Did you really think I wouldn’t come?”

Mike tilted his head back to meet David’s eyes and shrugged.  “We don’t like to assume,” he said, his high tone mousy.

The taller ginger reached down to rub between the olive-hued shoulder blades as he looked around the ratty apartment.  Despite knowing full well that he’d never been there, that it didn’t even exist the day before, it was all familiar.  He knew there were step stools and small ladders peppered around each room so Mike and Jeremy could reach counters and cabinets.  He knew where the bedroom was, there was only one that they shared, just like he knew where the bathroom was and what he’d find in the kitchen.  It all had the familiar feel of a space where he’d spent enough time for it to be like a second home, which dulled his shock when Mike reached out and began undoing the front of his pants.  Instead of pulling away or acting surprised, David just smiled down at the eager hunk, feeling slightly dizzy as his brain rushed to catch up.

“Is Mike hogging you for himself again,” Trent chirped as he trotted into the room.  All he had on were a similar pair of revealing shorts, his chiseled torso on full display.

David was struck again by the new sounds of their voices, especially coming from Trent.  Mike and Jeremy were so small overall that it made sense, but as he wrapped his toned arms around the brawny blonde and pulled him close, the helium squeak was all the more jarring coming from a muscled jock who simply stood a little below average height.  “Plenty to go around,” David said, his hands dropping to Trent’s meaty bubble as he went in for a kiss.  He loved the sensation of the other man’s stubby arms wrapping around him as best they could even as he marveled at his own behavior.  He’d never been so sexually agressive in his life.  He’d never shown up at someone’s house and let them immediately begin undressing him while he just as eagerly went at them.

“You might be the tallest, but could you even reach his pants to undo them,” Mike squeaked, rolling his eyes.

“Very funny,” Trent groaned, sliding a hand as far down David’s torso as he could before bending to let it drift the rest of the way.  He finished unzipping the redhead’s chinos and sent them to the floor, giving the comparatively stuffed briefs a squeeze on the way back up.

“Now, now, boys.  No fighting,” David purred, casually stepping out of his discarded pants.  His cock was already almost at full mast, seeming massive by comparison when he ran his hand down along Trent’s washboard and into the blonde’s shorts.

“Oh!” the other man chirped, reflexively grinding his acorn into David’s palm.  The increasingly smug ginger could already feel a damp spot forming and, knowing what was soon to come,, began kneading Trent’s minuscule meat.  “UUUhhnnnNNNgghhh…!”  The blonde almost-Adonis spasmed and came after only a few moments, revealing that his much-lauded stamina had been as reduced as his arms.  David knew it would be the same for the rest of them, a fact he relished after months of listening to them brag about being able to “fuck for hours.”

“You guys could at least let him in the door,” Jeremy sighed.

“Hey pipsqueak.  How’s it pokin’,” David laughed, nodding down at the naked little hunk’s tiny nub.  He took his cum-slick hand and tousled the small man’s hair, leaving it a spiky, chocolate mess.  Jeremy blushed, but that didn’t stop him from embracing one of David’s toned legs before reaching up and slipping a hand into the tented briefs.  “You guys are EAGER tonight,” he laughed, letting Jeremy give his seemingly massive rod a few strokes.

“It’s just been so long,” Mike whined, shoving Jeremy out of the way so he could take a turn.  Unlike the small brunette he tugged David’s briefs all the way down, licking his plump lips at the modest cock that sprang free.

“It’s been a day,” David said flatly, suddenly remembering his near-daily visits.  “I was…busy…last night.  But I’m here now,” he said, his tone softening as he took in the trio.  “So who’s first?”  A rapid, squeaky chorus of “me!” broke out from all of them.  David let it go on until he made up his own mind, his hand once again slipping into the back of Trent’s little shorts.  “We’ll start with you, stubs,” he purred, giving one of the meaty cheeks a squeeze before pulling the blushing blonde into the bedroom.  The normally modest redhead was overwhelmed by his own confidence and the power he felt around the other three, feeling almost drunk as he ordered Trent to strip.  He loved watching the brawny jock have to bend and contort to get his shorts off, a scene he rewarded by ordering the shorter man to come over and remove his shirt.  After some additional fumbling he casually climbed naked onto the bed, needing to say nothing else.

Trent was on him in a flash, his strawberry blonde head bobbing up and down on David’s cock until the average rod was slick and glistening.  Once sufficiently lubed, the pale jock shot forward, then fell back, impaling his muscled globes on the passable pole with a surprising desperation.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” David groaned as the eager jock rolled his hips.  The sight of the formerly hung stud’s tiny cock barely poking out from his abdomen made the ginger quiver, as did the short, muscled limbs hanging on either side.  “Flex for me,” he grunted, nearly cumming from the sight when Trent broke out into a double bicep pose.  He reached up and ran his hands along the other man’s plump pecs before gripping the flexing limbs, his slender hands feeling huge on the formerly imposing guns.

It was all overwhelming.  David kept picturing his former tormentors as they had been, wondering if Trent would be so eager if he’d still had his old body, or if Mike and Jeremy would be watching so intently in each other's arms only a few feet away.  He didn’t know how much of their former selves the Codebreaker had left intact, but the more he thought about it, David realized he didn’t really care.  They seemed happy enough in their current state, and if he’d become some sort of de facto caretaker it was a penance he’d happily pay.  With their current endowments the three men couldn’t do this for each other, but David was all too willing to assist.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh god…oh god…shi…shit…shiiiittt…” Trent squealed, wide-eyed as he bounced up and down on David’s lap.  As before, his little cock erupted after only a few moments, spurting a few meager loads onto the ginger’s flat stomach.

“Whoooaaaa, good job, bud,” David mocked, giving one of Trent’s nipples a squeeze before the panting blonde slid off his lap.  “Alright…he got me all warmed up,” he purred, looking at Mike and Jeremy.  “Who’s next?”

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Voting Options

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To make things easier, I added the general themes of the stories after each option so you’ll have a better idea of what they’re about.  Only took five years to think of doing that, but better late than never I guess.  

Option 1: Having finally angered the wrong person, an arrogant, womanizing pretty-boy suddenly starts being treated the way he treats women, and behaving the way he thinks they should. (stripped, straight to gay, voice change)

Option 2: Taking on a charity case, the Codebreaker causes chaos in the locker room when the hard-nosed coach of the University track team finds his runners growing around him.  (muscle growth, hairy, straight to gay, weight gain)

Option 3: Wanting to spice up their relationship, a pair of bored husbands seek out the Codebreaker to help revive their sex life, both gaining and losing more than they bargained for. (stripped, p2v, cock growth)

Option 4: Tired of striking out on the dating apps and just wanting someone to take care of him, a burly, middle-aged man is finally “rescued,” but not in the way he intended. (stripped, pup, submissive)