Cut Down to Size

[Coby mouths off about a short bodybuilder and finds his height cut in half!]

[shrinking, muscle worship]

Coby had just felt the tingling of his preworkout kicking in as he walked into the gym. “Big leg day,” he muttered to himself. He’d spent thirty minutes stretching at home, made sure to have a massive breakfast (as well as a donut, the key to building his huge quads) and steeled himself for what, no doubt, would be a gut-wrenching lift. Last week, he’d come close to vomiting after his last set of agonizing squats. This week, puke was inevitable. He couldn’t wait to brag about it all day.

The 6’3” hunk fist-bumped Terry, the gym’s manager, as he walked in. He got head-nods from several of the gym regulars–guys Coby saw every day, despite the fact that he’d never gotten their names and only shared short exchanges with them. It was well-known at Global Gym that Tuesday morning was Coby’s leg day, and the big man always put on a show that most of the serious muscleheads found motivational.

He froze when he realized someone else was in the squat rack. “Fuck me,” he grunted. From far away, it looked like a serious freak, too. The guy was wearing a football jersey that looked like it was about to burst, squatting over 500 pounds like it was nothing. A puddle of sweat had gathered beneath him. He was so huge he walked with a waddle. He looked like he was four feet wide.

Had it been some common gym-goer–a “booty workout” lady, or a pasty-faced curly-haired 20-year old, Coby would have just thrown his weight around. One grunt from his huge, intimidating physique was enough to send most people scurrying away. This guy in his spot–Coby’s LUCKY fucking rack!--looked like a serious powerhouse, possibly a pro.

“Might have to actually ask nicely,” he thought sarcastically as he tossed his gymbag aside and lunged the last twenty feet to the squat rack just to loosen up his legs. As he approached, he made a crucial realization about the hulk in his spot: he was a little shorty!

“Fuckin A,” Coby said as he approached, realizing the stacked meathead was over a foot shorter than hew as. He couldn’t have been taller than 5’2” tall.

“Uh, how many more–” Coby began as the man who seemed almost as wide as he was tall racked the bar and had a seat. The squat hulk ignored him!

Coby was stymied. He wasn’t used to being treated like this in the gym. Sure, the guy’s arms and legs were probably bigger than his, but Coby had to outweigh him by at least forty pounds! He stepped back, unable to swallow the fact that this blown-up little freak seemed to think he was too good to respond to him–COBY, the biggest guy at Global gym! (At least, any other day he was.)

Terry walked by in his tight Global staff polo, tossing down a towel to sop up the sweat under the mysterious muscledwarf. Coby stood back, trying to digest the idea that he may have to use a different squat rack. He burped up some of the sour-flavored stimulant in his belly, gritting his teeth as he felt his abs start to clench as his blood-pressure rose. “Fuck fuck fuck! I should be squatting right now!” he thought.

“Who’s this guy?” Coby said, grabbing Terry’s arm forcibly as he started to walk away. The little meatstack started squatting again. Moving nearly 600 pounds now, he seemed to be exerting a casual amount of effort.

“His name’s Seamus,” Terry said with a smile. “He’s pretty amazing, right? SO huge. Never seen muscle bellies that full before. That guy really won the genetic lottery?”

Coby scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You fucking serious?” Coby snorted. “This guy can’t even reach the top shelf. He’s too short for most rollercoasters! You think he can even wipe his ass with all that muscle on that little frame?”

“Hey!” Terry said, his voice a forceful whisper. “Coby, he can hear you!”

Coby shrugged, aware he was acting badly but carried away by irritation and caffeine. “Dude, guys that height just have to LOOK at weights and they get huge. Guys MY size actually have to work to get big!”

Seamus racked the weights. The bodybuilder–whose eyeline was level with Coby’s nipple–took a swig of his water, then approached. Terry gave Coby a hard elbow before stepping forward.

“Just wanted to thank you again, Seamus, for stopping by,” Terry said with a syrupy tone. “We don’t often get pros of your caliber in here.”

“The fuck did THIS guy just say?” Seamus said. Despite being a powerhouse of densely packed meat, he had a lilting, high-pitched voice that made his commanding tone seem even more ridiculous. Coby couldn’t help himself: he laughed.

“What’s funny?” Seamus said. He crossed his arms, barely able to bring his hands together in front of his massively dense pec shelf.

“It’s just…” Coby looked at Terry, who was staring at his shoes, his face white. Then he looked back at Seamus, who stared back with an icy gaze. “Look, I just use this squat rack every week, so I was just kinda irritated when you were on it. No big.”

“Ha,” Seamus said. “I like that. ‘No big.’ Sounds almost like a request, doesn’t it?”

“What are you talking ab–”

Coby blinked. He felt nauseous. He was staring into Seamus’ shorts, a serious mound bulging the skin-tight spandex in the front. Coby stepped back, blinking wildly. He felt like he’d dropped to his knees or something, but he was still standing. He turned to stare into Terry’s crotch too. What the fuck happened?

A pudgy finger tapped Coby on the shoulder as a shadow fell over him. He turned to look UP at Seamus, who was bending at the waist and looking down at him.

“I’m really sorry if this little guy mouthed off,” Terry said, grabbing Coby and forcibly pulling him away from Seamus. Coby, leg’s like jelly, tumbled backward. Terry easily yanked him up on his feet like Coby weighed nothing!

“It’s okay,” Seamus said, rubbing Coby’s head like he was a dog. “Little dogs always gotta bark a lot. I know that better than anyone.”

“You wanna apologize, Coby?” Terry said, giving the little bodybuilder–who couldn’t be any taller than three feet now–a nudge.

“I-I… I’m sorry!” Coby stuttered. “How… how did…” His voice sounded like he’d huffed helium before every sentence.

Terry walked away. Seamus bounced his pecs ABOVE Coby’s head, then went back to his squat rack. Coby was dumbfounded.

In the mirror, he saw himself–perfectly proportioned, all his muscles the size they should have been, but everything ELSE seemed gigantic! His clothes had shrunk with him. Even his gym bag looked smaller!

“I’m all set with this squat rack if you want a turn, little guy,” Seamus said. Coby couldn’t believe just how HUGE Seamus looked to him now! But as he watched others passing, he realized Seamus was still a squashed-down little muscleman; it was Coby who was tiny now.

Seamus adjusted the squat rack so that the bar was low enough for Coby to reach. “How much you squatting, little man?”

“Almost six…” Coby squeaked.

Seamus laughed. “I don’t think so, little guy. Let’s just start with the bar.”

Coby was too intimidated by this now-giant man to do anything else. He wanted to demand to be made big again, to ask everyone else why they didn’t think anything about this was weird, but all he could do was get into position as Seamus set the bar on his back.

“H-holy…” Coby gasped as he realized how thick the bar was. Coby squatted down, shocked at how heavy the unloaded bar was. He struggled to get twelve reps. Seamus finally reached down and snatched the bar from his back.

“At your size, that’s quite a lot of weight!” Seamus said, slapping Coby on the back so hard he toppled over. Seamus extended a thick paw to help Coby back to his feet. “But you know, the shorter you are, the easier you put on muscle. I bet just that one set will put some size on you!”

Coby whirled around, ready to sprint out of the gym, but the others towering over him made him stop in his tracks. Women who had hit on him before looked down on him like he was a cute little animal. Guys who’d lusted for him walked by without a second glance. He stared up at all these giant folks, mesmerized by their huge, swinging arms and the bouncing bulges right at eye level.

“Fuck,” Coby muttered. Amidst all the confusion, all the humiliation, something about this was turning him on.

His heart leapt when he turned around to see Seamus heading to the locker room. “Hey!” he said, startled at how short his stride was. The locker room door seemed twice as far away! “Hey, don’t just take off like that!”

In the locker room, he found himself eye-level with a lot of enormous butts. Each time he found himself checking out a dude’s huge package, he would look up to be surprised at who it belonged to: guys he used to be twice the size of, whom he’d never given a second glance to before.

He walked past the urinals, shamed to realize he would need a cinderblock to stand on just to use them now, and followed Seamus to the showers. The little musclebrick stripped casually, revealing a cartoonishly bulked physique that rippled and bulged with every movement. Coby had never seen someone so developed on such a small frame before. From this perspective, Seamus’ full, round physique was mind-blowing, the most amazing thing he’d ever seen. Before, he’d just been too tall to truly take it in.

Coby waited outside the shower, listening to Seamus hum as he lathered himself up. His mouth was dry as he tried to think of how to approach the man who had done this to him.

“Come on in if you want,” Seamus said. Coby’s gut went cold but his dick shot up. He meekly entered the shower, only to be laughed at by the sudsy musclemonster: “Take your clothes off you fucking tiny weirdo,” Seamus chuckled. Coby did as he was told.

Seamus winked, then flicked Coby’s little dick with a thumb. “Cute little guy you have here,” he said as Coby moaned.

His cheeks burning with humiliation as his body was rocked by the giant’s incredible touch, Coby struggled to find words for a moment. “I-it used to be pretty big. Guys always used to go nuts over it,” Coby said.

Seamus turned away, rubbing shampoo in his hair as Coby stared into the lovely pair of rock-hard buttocks right before his eyes. Good god, did he want to disappear into that crack. He felt his hands moving by himself before he stopped himself from touching them.

“Y’know, you asked before if I could wipe my own ass,” Seamus said, turning so quickly his half-hard cock slapped against Coby’s face. “I can, of course, but I like it better when guys help me.” Seamus held up his bottle of body wash. “Hold out your hands, runt.”

Coby did as he was told. Seamus squeezed a liberal amount of soap into them. “Now clean this thing like your life depends on it.”

Somehow, Coby knew it did–how well he performed in these showers meant the difference between being returned to his former size or spending the rest of his days staring at belt buckles and demanding to be seen as an adult. But as his hands started working up the bubbles on Seamus’ amazing ass, the big man moaning as his fingers slipped between the granite cheeks, Coby suddenly forgot about the consequences riding on this interaction. All he cared about was making this gigantic man happy.