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Tommy awoke to a sci-fi nightmare.  He hoped he was simply dreaming when he opened his eyes on the strange lab, but it quickly became apparent that he was horribly awake.  The glass cube he found himself in was smooth and cool to the touch against his embarrassingly naked flesh, while a sterile, synthetic stench filled his nostrils.  A quick inspection of his exposed frame revealed no injuries, though the hopefully mundane thought that he may have been in a hospital withered as soon as the groggy disorientation began to clear.  The bizarre environment did have a medical motif, but not one that was comforting or even familiar.  Tommy’s heart raced as he looked out at the sea of sinister contraptions, the white floors, white walls, and white ceiling making it impossible to tell how big the room actually was.  Monoliths of blinking monitors peppered the space, standing vigil next to what looked like operating tables and ominously large cylinders.  Above and around both were clusters of wires and tubes, along with tangles of needles and blades, all connected to spindly metallic arms that erupted from a central hub and whose purpose Tommy never wanted to discover for himself.

“Oh good.  Little fuck’s awake.”

Tommy jumped at the unexpected voice and spun on his heel, his whole, exposed body going beet red when he saw a familiar pair on equal display.  He’d been so busy staring out at the terrifying surgical slabs that he had yet to take in the rest of the room, including a similarly transparent cube next to his own.  Each of the clear boxes were roughly eight-by-eight, and Tommy briefly forgot his startled embarrassment when he realized each cell appeared to be floating a few feet above the ground.  However, the humiliation quickly flooded back when he returned his attention to the other two, his hands instinctively dropping to cover his exposed endowment.  “Bryan? Dave?  Where…where are we?”

Bryan, the one who’d initially spoken, shrugged his broad shoulders.  “Search me.  Kinda hoping you’d know.”  The golden-haired god of a man slapped the sculpted pecs of the brunette Adonis next to him, his plump, full lips curling into a smirk.  “Fuck, bro.  Look at him.  Even now the little bitch is drooling over us.”

“You don’t need to cover your piece, bud.  It’s hard enough to see from here anyway,” Dave grinned, pressing his own thick, lengthy hose against the glass.

Tommy hated the way his eyes reflexively dropped to look, his stomach fluttering at the sight of the naked studs.  Dave and Bryan were fixtures at their smalltown gym, continuing the harassment they’d leveled at Tommy all through high school and well into their mid-twenties. If anything, as the athletic pair had aged and continued to refine their pretty-boy builds, the taunting had only increased, creating a lopsided muscle-to-maturity ratio.  Tommy, on the other hand, had avoided the pair’s fate of perpetual adolescence, though his unremarkable build had remained as average as ever.  Unlike their wide jaws, chiseled cheekbones and wavy hair, Tommy’s features were flat and somewhat soft.  He could never get his tan mop to style the way he wanted, and, even if he could, he doubted that stylish hair would do much to make up for his thin shoulders, shapeless arms, doughy midsection, and below-average endowment.  It wasn’t that he was ugly; he was just painfully average.  He topped out at 5’8” while Dave and Bryan cleared the six-foot mark by a pair of inches.  He was a solid “C” student while his handsome antagonists somehow managed straight-A’s.  He could barely get the few other gay guys in town to look at him while literally everyone lusted after the hunky duo.

But Tommy didn’t resent them for it.  He understood that the genetic lottery handed out different prizes to different people, and the most anyone could do was get by with the hand they’d been dealt.  The problem was that Dave and Bryan were incapable of letting anyone ignore their elevated status.  If someone didn’t pay them enough attention, they became a target.  At the same time, if the wrong person paid them too much attention, that individual also became a target.  The pair existed in a constantly shifting social equilibrium, drinking in praise and doling out punishment in an entirely arbitrary manner.  Being openly gay since the ninth grade, Tommy never had a chance as far as the menacing meatheads were concerned.  They constantly teased, taunted, and lorded their looks over the smaller man, a status quo that everyone just seemed to accept.  Now at twenty-five, Tommy had long since reached the point where he knew the pair was never going to change, so if they wanted to “tease” him by strutting around naked in the locker room, or by flexing and posing whenever he ran into them around town, he was happy to let them.

“What’s the last thing you guys remember,” the smaller man asked, forcing his eyes from the pair’s shredded, tapering torsos.  Bryan’s muscle was naturally smooth, but Dave’s had a light dusting of chocolate hair that only served to accentuate his elevated masculinity.  “Didn’t we…weren’t we just at the gym?”

The blonde stud nodded.  “You were pervin’ on us in the showers, and then…nothin’.”

Tommy sighed, lifting one hand from his package to rub his exasperated features.  “I wasn’t ‘perving’ on anyone.  You assholes called me over to watch while YOU,” he said, nodding at Dave, “scrubbed HIS back,” he finished, shifting his attention to Bryan.  “I didn’t even know you two were back there.”

“Suuuuure, bro,” Bryan said, his tone smug as he folded his brawny arms across his chest.  The pose emphasized the heft of his heavy package as it swung slightly between his muscled thighs, a trap into which Tommy was determined not to fall.

“Can we just cool it for a second, please?  We’re in trouble here,” the smaller man said, dropping to a whisper.

“Now, now…no one’s in trouble.”  The shrill, soft voice seemed to come from everywhere all at once, though the speaker wasn’t immediately visible.  When one of the mechanical clusters of spindly limbs detached itself from the ceiling above them and descended like a spider towards the glass cages, the trio wished it had stayed that way.  Attached to the metallic limbs was a slight, slender figure, wrapped from the neck down like a bleached mummy in stark white strips of an unknown material.  The skin of the man’s bald scalp and face were unnaturally pale and sallow, nearly as colorless as the rest of the room, his eyes obscured by opaque golden goggles that bulged insect-like.  His lips, nose and chin were all as thin and pointy as the whirring appendages erupting from his back, and without the mechanical exo-skeleton that left his wraith-like frame hanging in mid-air, the mechanical limbs clacking against the clear cages, he would have been nearly invisible.

Tommy’s stomach dropped as he gawked up though the ceiling at the horrible figure, but Dave and Bryan were as aggressive as ever.  “Who the fuck are you,” the sculpted brunette spat.

“And where the fuck are we,” Bryan added.  “What kinda freaky shit is this?”

The intimidating figure’s features were set in stone, but the voice that emanated from the unmoving lips sounded disappointed.  “Just once it would be nice for my subjects to have heard of me.  I’ve returned so many glorious creations to the world, yet no one knows the lab of the Mengineer when they see it.”

“The who,” Dave asked with a short laugh.  His smooth tenor was still smug, and Tommy couldn’t tell if it was just a front to hide his fear, or if the handsome hunk really was that arrogant.

“Sounds like that shit you picked up from whats-her-name last month,” Bryan chuckled, clapping his friend on a sturdy shoulder.  “Antibiotics cleared it right up, didn’t they?”

“What pleasant company,” the man said, his face lowering close to the duo’s clear ceiling.  “It’s so rare that a sense of humor makes it this far.”

“Gonna be even more rare for you to live through this if you don’t let us the fuck out of this box right the fuck now,” Bryan growled, the amusement dropping from his voice.  Tommy instinctively scooted away from the wall closest to the others, the slight movement catching their attention.  “You can keep ‘lil Tommy over there if you want.  He’s probably into whatever gay-ass shit this is.”

“Ah, I see,” the Mengineer said, his head cocking slightly.  “Would you perhaps be more interested if you two were also into whatever gay-ass shit this is?”  The last part came out in Bryan’s intimidating rumble, the unexpected recording catching the duo off guard.  Before they could respond, the Mengineer’s goggles flashed, the golden light spreading to the cage around them.  In an instant, the walls of the cube were revealed to not be entirely transparent after all, but covered in etchings so faint as to be invisible until illuminated.  The intricate, circuit-like pattern covered the floor, walls and ceiling in equal measure, the thin channels of golden light swelling to a bright flash before slowly dissipating.

“What…what just happened…” Dave asked, shaking his head.

“Yeah, what the fuck was that,” Bryan followed, blinking rapidly.  Both men looked confused at the way their eyes increasingly lingered on each other, and the way their impressive cocks began to twitch.  “Dude…quit…quit lookin’ at me like that,” the blonde eventually stammered.

“Me?!  You’re the one throwin’ some serious wood in my direction,'' Dave said, his face going crimson beneath his manicured stubble.

“What do you call this, bro,” Bryan countered, reaching down to wrap a hand around the brunette’s fat seven inches.

“Oh!”  Dave seemed surprised both by his sudden gasp, and at the way he popped his hips to work his cock through the other man’s fist.  He gawked back and forth in silence for a moment, his furry pecs beginning to heave.  “Are…are you…are we…”

Bryan hesitated before letting go of his friend’s cock and shoving the other man against the wall.  “Abso-fucking-lutely not!  Don’t even say it, man,” he barked, his own six-and-a-half inches looking hard enough to burst.  “There’s no way we’re…we’re…” he trailed off, his eyes going wide as he lunged for his friend.  Tommy couldn’t believe what he was seeing as he watched Dave’s meaty, muscled rear squish against the glass while Bryan mashed their faces together in a passionate kiss, their athletic limbs a flurry of groping motion.  Despite his fear, the smaller man’s thin five inches sprang to life at the sight of the writhing pair’s erotic display, a sight he’d guiltily fantasized about for years, but one he’d never actually expected to see.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” Dave sputtered, staggering free from the other man’s grip when Bryan finally pulled his lips away.  He glared up at the ghoulish figure perched like a gargoyle between the cells, his aching rod visibly oozing.  “Did you just make us queer?!”

“Make?  Oh please,” the Mengineer scoffed.  “I always observe my subjects beforehand to ensure their experimental viability.  I think we all know this was inevitable.  The way you two ‘horse around’ when your clothes come off…your relentless obsession with the one gay man you actually know…all I did was nudge things along.”

“But…but that’s not…I mean we don’t…” Bryan trailed off as he looked over at Tommy’s doughy, blushing frame.  “Fuck, bro…even the runt gets me goin’,” he yelped, a hand absently drifting to his cock as his wild eyes darted back and forth between the other two.

“What…what do you want with us,” Tommy asked, immediately regretting the decision when a sallow face turned in his direction.

“Your bodies,” the Mengineer said, his tone flat.  “I’d think the name would make it obvious.”

“What?!” Dave shrieked, his flushed frame going pale as he instinctively scooted towards Bryan.

A grating, mechanical laugh filled the room.  “Sorry…I can’t resist the drama.  You should see your faces right now.  Allow me to specify: you get to keep them, I just need to borrow the raw material to see if my new collection cubes work.  I’ve been trying to make things more efficient around here.”  One of the Mengineer’s mechanical limbs motioned around the lab as he spoke, pointing to the various tables and cylinders.  “My craft tends to get…messy.  Hopefully these cubes will make the process more quick and comfortable for all involved.”

“And just what the fuck are you collecting,” Bryan asked, his imposing log still rigid as it dug into Dave’s hairy thigh.

“Again, I thought it would be obvious,” The Mengineer said, a metallic pincer tapping against the duo’s cell.  “I’m encouraged by the initial transference results.  These lovely cubes aren’t just receptacles; they can also transmit the collected material.  That overwhelming arousal for men the two of you are feeling?  I’ve had it laying around for a while now.  But while I’m happy to see that I can patch the cubes into my network, I need to see if they’re as effective at gathering the material themselves.”

“What…what does that mean for us,” Dave asked, his head spinning as he tried to process what he’d just heard.

The Mengineer’s tone was proud.  “Simple: we’re going to collect from the two of you, and transmit the data to your friend over here.”

“What?!  No!  I don’t want it,” Tommy shrieked, giving the naked duo a pleading look.  “Can’t you find someone else?  Or just use the two of them for this?”

“Deadlines are deadlines, unfortunately,” the menacing figure cooed.  “And I need subjects with vast enough differences to help establish the process.  Don’t worry, the procedure is entirely painless, or…at least it should be.  The most any of you will feel is a little tingle.”

“No!  Wait!  There has to be a way we can…” Tommy’s frantic voice was cut off when both cubes began to glow.  His heart beat so fast he thought he’d pass out when a similar circuitry lattice spread all around him, but he didn’t have time to study the intricate design before a sudden tingling at his throat and thighs caught his attention.  It all happened so fast that his thin cock had already begun to expand by the time he realized anything was happening at all, the unimpressive organ swelling to an obscene degree.  Tommy could only gawk and grab at the increasingly-hefty appendage as it extended beyond seven inches, then past nine, before settling at a distance that had to be over a foot in length.  His now-pendulous balls had swelled to match, hanging full, heavy and impossibly oversized between his average thighs.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO MY DICK?!”

Tommy looked up at the squeaky, unfamiliar voice, the golden illumination fading to reveal its source.  He gasped when he saw what had become of the handsome duo, their once-imposing cocks now reduced to pitiful nubs that looked as ridiculous against their strapping frames as his new monster did against his own.  He saw Dave clutching at his throat, his stomach dropping further when Bryan finally opened his mouth.

“Why does Dave sound…shit!  What did you do to…FUCK!  Look at Tommy’s dick, dude,” Bryan cried in his soft, slight squeak.  “He stole our shit!”

“No, guys, I didn’t…” Tommy’s eyes went wide at the deep tone thundering out of his throat.  He swallowed hard and rubbed his neck before continuing, the bassy rumble still present.  “Is this…do I really sound like this?”

“Fantastic!  Truly fantastic,” the Mengineer cheered.  His head seemed to spasm slightly as the goggles sparked with internal illumination.  “Vocal tone aside, Tommy, this puts you at 13.4 inches.  Dave, you’re at 2.28, while Bryan’s at an impressive 3.1.  That’s eight inches between you, which is almost a one-to-one transfer.”

The stunned brunette went pale as he looked down, his large, gym-calloused hand easily swallowing the stubby mushroom and barely-present balls.  “But…but…that’s five inches!  How come he only lost three?!”

“ONLY three,” Bryan barked, sounding far less intimidating with his lightened tone.  “You’re just mad ‘cause my dick’s bigger for a change!”

“Gentlemen, please,” the Mengineer interrupted.  “This is exactly why we’re conducting this experiment in the first place.  I’m still dialing in the ratios.  It’s not always a direct exchange, but your participation will make things more exact for those who follow.”

“Well isn’t that fuckin’ nice for them!” Dave squeaked, pounding on the glass.  “Where does that leave us?!”

“We’re far from finished, young man.  Would it make you feel better to know your proportions will soon be more in line?”  The Mengineer’s head twitched back and forth as his goggles flashed again, the menacing circuitry slowly reemerging around the captive jocks.  “Do keep your voices down…this one has a lot of moving parts and I need to concentrate.”

There was no time for any of them to ask what, exactly, the terrifying figure needed to concentrate on, but it quickly became apparent anyway.  Tommy let out a stunned, booming grunt when he watched the strapping jocks begin to wither, so focused on their melting muscle that he didn’t stop to think about where it was going.  Broad shoulders drew inward, protruding pecs flattened, powerful arms thinned, meaty thighs pushed away from one another; in a matter of moments, the pair’s combined decades of lifting vanished as if they’d never been.

The overall reduction made it difficult to tell at first, but it also became obvious that the shrinking wasn’t limited to the shrunken studs’ muscle mass.  Tommy’s expanding stomach dropped when he finally pulled his eyes away and back to his own bloating body, horrified at the impossible thought of his compact frame containing so much raw size.  Already his pecs had puffed to a swollen shelf above a beach ball muscle gut, while his arms hung at a wide angle and his thighs smashed together, leaving him so awkward and bulky that he could barely move.  Fortunately, though Bryan and Dave likely thought otherwise, Tommy’s ballooning frame began adding stolen height as well as muscle.  While the stunned hunks shed inch after inch, the now-brawny brunette in the other cage began adding them.  They passed one another along the way in a brief moment of equilibrium, but it was short lived as Bryan and Dave rocketed towards the floor and Tommy stretched towards the ceiling.  It was impossible to tell exactly where everyone stood when the glowing finally stopped, let alone that they were even the same people.

“FUCK!  I’M FUCKING HUGE!” Tommy roared, staggering on his widened, lengthened legs.  His mammoth new cock was still hulking and imposing, though nowhere near as out of place as it had been moments before.

“Du…dude…” Bryan squeaked, his face pale as he looked back and forth between himself and Dave.  Instead of standing the same height, he now had a few inches on his friend, their days of matching, massive physiques a thing of the past.  The only trait they currently shared was a lack of size, and even that manifested differently for each of them.  Dave’s furry frame still bore the chocolate dusting, but instead of stretching over copious muscle it blanketed a thin, wiry frame.  No longer broad and bulky, he’d become tight and toned, with his little remaining muscle looking lean and defined.  The same couldn’t be said for Bryan, whose once-sculpted frame had become soft and lithe.  His former slab of a chest was now barely hinted at above a soft, pinchable belly, while his shapeless arms and supple thighs showed none of their former strength.  The granite globes of his rear were still prevalent, only now they were a matched pair of bulbous, bouncing bubbles.  Their faces had softened respectively, especially Bryan’s, though both shrunken men were still clearly recognizable as themselves, as if someone had taken their features and pasted them onto a pair of slender twinks.

“Wha…what just…did that really…is this really us…” Dave stammered, running a hand along the faint outline of his once-prominent abs before reaching over to squeeze Bryan’s supple sides.

“Knock it off!” the blonde blushed, the color draining from his face as quickly as it came when he raised an arm and tried to flex his absent muscle.  “Oh fuck…oh fuck…FUCK!” he broke off in a shocked squeak when he finally noticed the god of a man towering where Tommy should have stood.  He felt like he craned his neck far too much as he gawked up at the impossible Adonis, the fury he knew he should have felt drowned out by the aching from his shrunken cock.

As the process suggested, Tommy looked as if the two former hunks had been smashed together.  He was bulkier overall than either of them had been, his improbably tall frame covered in sculpted, imposing mass.  Where Bryan and Dave had been athletically muscled, Tommy looked like he could step out onto a competition stage.  His heaping pecs were swollen and juicy, his abs a lumpy pile, both framed in by a pair of striated piledrivers.  From the waist down, legs like marble columns and an ass like a pair of basketballs supported the upper mass, with a familiar, oversized hose standing rigid and ready along with its churning, grapefruit balls.  The enlarged man’s face had changed like the others’, looking no more refined as it widened, but nowhere near the average mug he’d once had.  They were the sloping, intimidating features of a massive meathead, which is exactly what he’d become.

“Lovely…lovely!”  The Mengineer’s shrill chirp buzzed around the lab.  “A perfect success!  Well, not perfect, but as far as guinea pigs go you all did swimmingly.”  The pasty head was another blur of spasming motion, a series of sparks lighting up the goggles before he spoke again.  “I’m sure you’re all interested in the figures.  Dave, you now measure in at 5’2” and 110 lbs, while Bryan comes in at 5’5” and 125 lbs.  Tommy, on the other hand, reaches 6’6” and weighs in at a healthy 322 lbs.”

There was a stunned silence as everyone processed the math.  The two diminished jocks each formerly weighed close to 230 lbs themselves, as well as standing around the 6’2” mark.  That meant they’d each lost roughly a foot in height and over a hundred pounds, officially taking them from some of the biggest guys in a room to the smallest.  Meanwhile, Tommy had become a muscled monster.  He’d gained nearly the foot that each of the others had lost, as well as almost all of their purloined weight.  That morning he’d been just over 160 lbs, meaning he’d literally doubled his weight.

“Guys…I…I didn’t…I mean I never would have wanted…” Tommy stammered in his booming voice, a part of him relishing the pure lust in the shrunken pairs’ eyes.  A part of him found it fitting that, even now, the duo somehow managed to still be just as adorable, with Dave’s tight, hairy little frame and Bryan’s smooth, soft curves leaving them as a pair of handsome twinks.

“Ah-ah,” the Mengineer interrupted, tapping the glass with one of his mechanical limbs.  “There’s no guilt here. This is strictly science.”  The glow began to build once more, and the wrapped wraith gave a slight nod as he skittered back up to the ceiling.  “One more round and then we’re finished.  Thank you all for your participation this evening.  Never forget that you played a small, but significant part, in changing the world.”

Tommy braced himself when his cage flared, a fresh wave of dread washing over him.  The emotion wasn’t for himself, but for his antagonizers, his brain suddenly feeling like it had been kicked into high gear.  His thoughts came fast and nimble, a horrifying understanding settling into place just before the world went dark.

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“Mmmm…come on, guys,” Tommy groaned, pulled from sleep by throbs of pulsing pleasure.  He forced his eyes open and looked over at the clock before turning his attention to the compact pair eagerly going to town on his massive club of a cock.  “I thought we talked about this.  You gotta let me get in at least six hours.”

Dave gave the thick organ another lick.  “We did,” he insisted, his thin, hairy frame looking tiny against Tommy’s rippling mountain of flesh.

On the other side, Bryan pulled his lips away and nodded, flashing a proud grin.  “Yeah!  See?  The clock says 6:15.”

“But we went to bed after one,” Tommy grumbled, his booming voice still groggy.  He sighed when realization failed to materialize on either of their faces and propped himself up on his elbows, his massive arms expanding under his weight.  This was how the shrunken pair normally woke him up, and though he’d tried to establish some boundaries, Tommy was beginning to think it was a losing battle.  Stil, he was grateful to see their eager, grinning faces, knowing full well that things could have gone in the other direction.  Ignorance was bliss, and the former studs now had both in abundance.  The Mengineer’s final transference had been a mental one, gifting Tommy with a brain that was as overdeveloped as the rest of him, while Dave and Bryan served as the source material.  The end result was a pair of distracted, impulsive little twinks, too horny to be unhappy.  They still remembered how their lives had been, there were plenty of people and photos to constantly remind them, but they were fortunately unable to dwell on the memories any longer than they could on anything else.  That shifted the burden of awareness to Tommy, who was determined to do everything he could to keep the warped pair as happy and content as possible.  If that meant giving up some sleep to let them enjoy the muscle that used to be theirs, it was a price he was willing to pay.

“Right.  And now it’s after six,” Dave said as if it should have been obvious.  He leaned in and gave another long, lingering lick, his stubble-covered cheeks sending a shiver through Tommy.

“You guys are lucky you’re so cute,” the sleepy giant sighed.  He wasn’t just being patronizing, either.  The sight of Dave’s wiry little frame and Bryan’s slender curves turned him on just as much as their former bodies had, and they were entirely infatuated with him.  He’d been nervous at first that they’d resent him for what happened, but they seemed all-too eager to put it as far behind them as possible.  Tommy wondered if part of their overwhelming desire for him had to do with the fact that his size had come from them in the first place, and whether or not there was a lingering, primal pull towards it, but it was ultimately a moot point.  They were just happy to be around him, and he was happy to have them.  Given everything that occurred, Tommy didn’t see the point in holding onto former grievances, especially not when the shrunken studs were getting a taste of their own medicine.

Reactions to the trio had been mixed.  They’d awoken in a real hospital after having been found back in the locker rooms when staff arrived to open the gym in the morning.  No one knew how they got there.  There was nothing on the security cameras, no sign of forced entry, everything was locked; it was as if they’d simply appeared in their new bodies.  Given the drastically altered appearances it had taken another several days to confirm the group’s identity, during which time it became abundantly clear that there was no insurance to cover, nor was there anyone to pay for, the many, very expensive tests that would be required to get to the bottom of what happened.  As such, the hospital was happy to see them go as quickly as possible.  Other than their appearance and some behavioral changes they were all apparently perfectly healthy, which made for a perfect justification to pretend nothing happened.

Without an actual explanation, people quickly began to fill in the gaps themselves, blaming the dramatic transformation on everything from a disease, or an accident, to alien abduction.  The group’s hazy tales of a sinister lab and a horrifying scientist certainly lended credence to the latter explanation, but once it was determined they weren’t contagious most folks in town were as content as the doctors to simply let it go.  Fortunately for Dave and Bryan, their distractible new nature kept them from focusing on the shift in the way they were treated, how they’d gone from Alpha Jocks to the butt of jokes, especially when scampering naked around the locker room with their reduced endowments on display.  Tommy’s presence also helped, his gargantuan new proportions silencing any would-be harassers before they had a chance to open their mouths.

Not that he had it much easier.  Life at his massive new size was a harder adjustment than if he’d been reduced by half like his friends.  Instead of having plenty of room, the world was suddenly too small. Clothes, furniture, cars, crowds; Tommy was too big for it all. His revved up libido didn’t help either, and the former waif had to quickly adapt to the idea of just about everyone seeing his girthy log regardless of how much he wore.  He could cover the twitching monster but not conceal it, and unlike his smaller companions, his superconductive brain was entirely aware of how embarrassed he should be.

Which isn’t to say that things were all bad, or even mostly.  After shedding an initial layer of people they were better off without, the bulk of Dave and Bryan’s friends stuck around.  And without the former hunks giving them a hard time or egging them on, they even readily accepted Tommy into the fold, envying his mammoth size as they tried in vain to help their diminished friends gain some back.  But whatever the Mengineer did had locked the pair in place, so no matter how much time they spent in the gym that was their former kingdom, they couldn’t gain back so much as an ounce.  Not that they cared.  The giddy pair was just happy to be getting attention from the men they now found so attractive, oblivious to the condescending way in which everyone spoke to them.

Tommy sighed, a shiver running through him at the rapidly building pressure.  His stamina had been increased, but having the eager pair feverishly working him at the same time pushed that boundary to the limit.  “When you guys are done it’s back to bed, alright?”

Dave batted his eyes, pouting.  “Don’t we get a turn?”

“Yeah!  You can’t just leave us hangin’, bro!” Bryan added, reaching down to give his little rod a tug.

Tommy couldn’t help but grin.  He, along with the other two, loved the way he could fit the entirety of their shrunken packages in his mouth at once.  A part of him still felt a petty thrill at the knowledge of how large they used to be, and how the guys used to tease him with them, but mostly he loved the unfiltered display of bliss they became.  Far from the suave studs they’d been, Dave and Bryan howled, spasmed and screamed in bed, balls of kinetic, erotic ecstasy.  And like any flame that burns brightly, they burned quick, usually lasting a few minutes at most.

“That all depends on how long this takes,” Tommy yawned, closing his eyes as the pair picked up the pace.