Jello Shots

[muscle theft, weight gain, personality rewrite]

Another twink approached Bailey, who was by himself leaning up against the wall, to ask if he could feel his biceps. As the big stud flexed his 24 inch arm, the man (who could have fit his whole body in one of Bailey’s pants legs with room to spare) marveled at his muscles. “I bought the underwear you wore in that ad,” the twink said with stars in his eyes, literally licking his lips as he tried to fit his hands around Bailey’s arm.

“Oh, cool,” Bailey said, trying to be polite. The constant barrage of, “Oh my gosh, you’re BIG!” and, “How do I get to be as big as YOU?” had gotten annoying, but as drinks continued to flow at the bar, the men got even more brazen, moving on to touching. If things continued at this rate, he’d be prying small men off his dick later.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” the twink said with a hopeful glance.

Bailey smiled and shrugged. “Kind of looking for a guy my size,” he said sweetly, hoping not to hurt the smaller man’s feelings.

Even at bear night, the 300 pound bodybuilder looked enormous, but he found it wasn’t the husky men or the other well-built muscle heads who gave him the most attention, but instead, it was the scrawny men. This was why he had hoped for the company of his buddies, two fellow bodybuilders who, while not as gigantic as the 6’5” Bailey, were still impressive studs with bulging bodies they liked to flaunt in leather harnesses.

He checked his phone again. “Where the hell are you guys?” he texted.

“You’re quite popular,” said a voice to Bailey’s left. He felt a hairy gut pushing into his side; it belonged to a pillowy balding man with a thick beard wearing a harness.

“I guess,” Bailey said, shrugging his massive shoulders. “Probably because I’m such a nice guy.”

“Nah, it’s because of these,” the plump man said, giving Bailey’s big pecs a squeeze. Bailey smiled and bounced them, but stepped back, away from the stranger’s touch.

“That’s what I get for eating so much, I guess,” Bailey said, rubbing his ripped abdomen.

“I’m Jethro,” the man said, stroking his beard as he sized Bailey up. “And I own this bar.”

“Great place,” Bailey said politely. He glanced at his phone again; no response from his friends. “Bear Night’s always fun here.”

“Our go-go boys never showed up,” Jethro said, his eyes sinking down to the bulge in Bailey’s jeans. “And I need a muscular body to gyrate on that platform over there. How about it? I’ll pay you $500 plus you keep whatever tips you make.”

Bailey smiled and shrugged. “Great offer,” he said. “But that platform would probably collapse if I put my heavy ass on it.”

“You’re going to turn down all that money? Just for dancing for an hour or two?”

“I kind of already have more attention than I’d like,” Bailey said, sidestepping Jethro and starting to push through the crowd to get away.

“That’s what you get for juicing up on all those damned roids!” Jethro shouted as Bailey pushed through the mass of dancing bodies, clearing a path like a snowplow with his wide torso.

“Fucking weirdo,” Bailey said. He considered walking out the door at that moment.

“Jello shot?” said a knife-thin man in skimpy briefs with a fanny pack around his waist. He unzipped the pack and produced three flavors: red, green and blue. Bailey smiled.

“I’m good,” the big man said, holding up his hand. His phone buzzed.

“Well, nice to meet you, ‘Good,’ I’m Christian,” the shot-boy said, extending a hand. Bailey was too busy reading his text, and thus failed to return the handshake.

STUCK IN LINE! Can you get us in? Came the text from his buddy Ray, who was outside with his boyfriend Roy.

Bailey muttered a curse and rolled his eyes. He was surprised that Christian was still standing near him, casually running a finger through his bleached blond hair.

“Something the matter?” Christian said, replacing his shots in his pack.

“My friends are stuck outside…” Bailey said. Christian’s eyes were locked on Bailey’s hairy, massive pecs (which, to his defense, were at eye level to the shot boy). Christian blinked and smiled. He looked around.

“You know… for the right person… I could sneak them in the back,” Christian said.

“What do you think?” Bailey said, suddenly excited. “Am I the right person?”

“Depends,” Christian said, rolling his eyes. “Do something with those muscles that might convince me.”

“How about THIS?” Bailey said, hitting a double biceps shot, then leaning close enough to the shot boy that his hairy musclepit was about to swallow Christian’s face. The slender man leaned in, breathed deeply, and blushed.

“That’ll do,” Christian said. “How many of your friends are there?”

“Two,” Bailey said as they both started to march through the crowd toward the swinging door next to the bar.

“They as big as you?” Christian said.

“Almost!”

“Perfect.”

Through the door, Bailey found himself standing in the “employees only” hallway leading to the bar’s storage rooms and office.

“You know, your boss isn’t that big a fan of me,” Bailey said, putting a thick hand on Christian’s bony shoulder. “I just turned him down when he asked me to go-go dance.”

“I’m sure he’ll be over it soon enough,” Christian said. “And besides, he’s usually too busy ogling guys out on the dancefloor to even know what we’re up to back here.”

Bailey raised an eyebrow. “Good. I’m really not all that interested in making enemies…” he said, scratching his hairy chest.

“Hold on,” Christian said. He disappeared down a hallway. Bailey waited in the darkened area alone for a few minutes until Christian returned with two other shot boys. One had dark purple-tinted hair. The other was an Asian man sucking on a lollipop. Both of the 21-year olds were just as waifish, and scantily clad, as Christian. “This is Everett… and Garrison…” he said, gesturing to each. “What do your friends look like?”

Bailey produced his phone, showing a picture of Roy and Ray embracing, their bulging bodies squashed together as they awkwardly fought the breadth of their warring chest muscles just to press their lips together. Everett and Garrison tittered at the photo of the XXL-sized redheads.

“Perfect,” Christian said. Bailey chuckled.

“Why ‘perfect’?” Bailey asked. “Would you have not let them in if they weren’t big muscle guys?”

“Don’t you worry your big noggin’, Tiny,” Christian mocked, poking Bailey in his thick abdomen. “My friends will go get your friends. Just wait here.”

*

Roy and Ray huddled together in the line. Behind them, bodies clustered, five wide, about four hundred feet down the sidewalk. The entrance to the bar was in sight at least, about a hundred feet ahead, but the line hadn’t moved in ten minutes. The two splendidly muscled redheads–Roy in a harness, Ray in leather shorts and bands around his biceps–held hands while they regarded the men around them with mild disdain.

“Y’know, are we the only guys around here who know how to lift a damned weight?” Roy said, turning up his nose at a skinny man ogling him.

“Well, maybe because it’s ‘Bear’ night then they have, y’know… actually ‘bears’ here. Not muscleheads.”

“We need a musclehead night,” Roy said.

“If we went to a musclehead night, I’d need a whole day to recover.”

“Oh yeah? Would that big ass of yours get pounded silly?”

“You know it, big daddy.”

Their faces were close, their bulges and pecs rubbing together. Despite the fact that they were on a public sidewalk, the two were ready to start making out right there, each of them fully intending to take things way too far.

“Are you guys named Roy and Ray?” came a high-pitched voice. The two hunks reluctantly broke away from each other, turning to the two scantily clad shot boys approaching them.

“Who wants to know?” Roy said, throwing his shoulders back and puffing up his chest.

“Your friend Bailey arranged to sneak you in,” the purple-haired one said. “Come with us.”

Roy and Ray shot each other a smoldering glare before the two followed the skinny men into a back door of the bar.

The Asian man, slurping on a lollipop, looked the two ginger studs up and down before snapping, “Are you two twin brothers?”

“Boyfriends,” Roy barked. “You think brothers would be holding hands and kissing?”

“In a porn maybe,” the purple-haired one said. The two shot boys giggled and high-fived each other.

“Which one’s the top?” the lollipop-sucking shot-boy asked.

“Me,” Roy said. He slapped Ray’s ass and flexed his hips. The two shot-boys giggled again.

“The fuck are we going?” Ray asked as he looked around the darkened hallways. “It sounds like the music’s in the opposite direction.”

“We wondered if you guys wanted to do a few jello shots before we got out there?” Purple-hair held up two blue jello shots and handed them to the studs. The bulky redheads slurped them down without a hesitation.

*

“So how long did it take you to get that big?” Christian asked. Bailey chuckled.

“I’ve always been big,” he explained. “I was kinda fat when I was little, got into football, hit puberty, shot up and got thick, and I’ve been this way ever since.”

“Do you do steroids?”

“Yeah,” Bailey replied, “but probably not as much as you might think.”

The stood together wordlessly for a few minutes before Christian produced a blue jello shot. “You want one? On the house. Jethro never counts these so we can pretty much give away as much as we want.”

“Sure,” Bailey said, grabbing the shot. “How long until my friends get in? I feel like those guys have been gone a long time.” He looked around the dark hallways quizzically before jamming a bulky finger into the gooey alcoholic treat. After running it along the rim of the shot, he slurped it back.

“Oh, they’ll be here soon enough,” Christian said, his eyes lighting up. He seemed to be paying even more attention to Bailey’s body than he had before.

“Honestly, if your boss catches me back here, he’s gonna flip his lid. We should get back out there as soon as possible.”

Christian smiled as he sucked down a green jello shot. “The gogo situation is about to be solved,” he said with a green-tinged smile. “I promise you, everything will be fine.”

Bailey was distracted by a blue light suddenly emanating from his bare chest. He stared down at himself, marveling at the fact that he was glowing so brightly that he was illuminating the hallway! “What’s… what’s going on?” he said, pawing at his biceps as he watched them illuminate. “Was there something… in my… shot…”

“Yes, there was,” Christian said, but Bailey was still staring at his own luminescence.

“My skin’s all… lit up…” he said, mostly to himself.

“Not your skin,” Christian said. “But your muscles. Or, rather… like, your ‘vitality’ or whatever. All the stuff that makes you big and strong and tough. All those muscles are turning into that light!”

“I feel…” Bailey rubbed his abs, starting to double over. “...I feel weird…”

“Like you’re bloating up, right? Like there’s pressure inside that big body of yours?”

“...yes…” Bailey grimaced.

“Well, stop holding it in! Let all that stuff out!”

Bailey took a few steps, then belched and farted at the same time. The blue light poured out of his mouth and his huge behind, billowing like gas. As his body emptied of its glow, it deflated. Big Bailey went down in an instant, his massive form collapsing in on itself. When he was finished deflating he collapsed to the ground.

He rose on shaky legs, examining his thin arms and bony legs as if he was seeing them for the first time. He looked up at Christian, shocked that they were the same height. His jeans and jockstrap remained on the floor. He held small hands over his even smaller junk.

“I… I shrunk!” Bailey said, gasping at the high-pitched sound of his formerly baritone voice. He gazed at the cloud of blue light still surrounding them like a fog. He fanned it with his hands, trying to breathe it back in.

“No, that won’t work,” Christian said, shoving the skinny man aside. “You have to have a green jello shot to reabsorb it.” Christian took a deep breath. The light flowed into him. He slid his briefs off at the last moment before his body ballooned out and up, scrawny limbs suddenly blossoming with huge muscles.

In an instant, Christian towered over Bailey, a nice big cock flopping around between legs nearly as big around as Bailey’s skinny torso. He flexed his massive arms, marveling at their new size before grabbing handfuls of his chest. “Holy fucking CHESTICLES!” he boomed in a deep roar. “Wow… this feels GOOD! No wonder you guys take roids and do all those pushups!”

In a moment of panic, little Bailey grabbed his clothes and ran for the door. Christian grabbed him easily with one long arm, yanking him back. With his other hand, he produced a pink jello shot, shoving it into Bailey’s mouth before covering his mouth and pinching his nose. “Just eat this, little guy. Swallow it down… that’s a good boy… see, it’ll make your brain match your body. In a few seconds, you won’t remember being a big stud. It’ll feel perfectly natural being all small like you are!”

The panic evaporated from Bailey. His breathing slowed. He blinked as he looked around, processing things with confusion but no longer fear. He reached out and grabbed Christian’s discarded briefs, sliding them on as if they’d been his the whole time. They fit perfectly. Then he lifted the jello shot fanny pack and slid it around his waist. His hands ran to the little pooch of fat around his belly and he blushed, clearly ashamed to be so exposed.

Then Bailey looked up, his eyes taking in Christian’s enormous bulging body. “A-are you… the gogo-boy?” he said. He started to shake in the presence of a REAL man, a mountain of muscle at that.

“Damn right!” Christian said, gyrating his hips back and forth. Then he pulled on Bailey’s jock strap, stuffing his big cock inside.

Suddenly two more muscle hunks strode into the room, with two scrawny little redhead shot boys at their sides. Everett and Garrison weren’t quite as massive as Christian was now, but they were still 6’ studs, rippling all over. They both approached Christian, pawing at him, while he pawed back. Meanwhile little Roy and Ray, as petite as Bailey now found himself, reached toward each other. They seemed anxious, but holding hands calmed them down.

“The fuck are you waiting for, boys?” Christian said after kissing his fellow dancers. “Get out there and sell some shots!” All three of the little twerps immediately scurried out the door, eager to do as they were told. “NIcely done, boys,” Christian said, licking Garrison’s pecs.

“You two, big man!” Everett said, sniffing deeply in Christian’s musclepit. “You lucked out, though. You got the big guy!”

“You two are smoking hot, though,” Christian said, thudding his fist against Everett’s steely abs. “Fuck, this is gonna be fucking FUN!”

Jethro burst into the room with a loud, “What the fuck am I paying you all for? Why are you hanging out back here?” The three twinks jumped like startled bunnies, but the oversized studs just smirked and casually flexed their newly acquired muscles for their boss’ approval.

“Damn,” Jethro said, rubbing a thumb over Everett’s nipples as he flexed his pecs. “Looking good.” He tried to fit his hand around Garrison’s flexed biceps, but failed. “WOW. Nicely done.” Then he turned, finding himself face-to-hairy-pec with Christian. “Now THAT is a lot of meat!”

Bailey shivered, suddenly feeling cold and exposed. He knew he was supposed to be out selling jello shots on the floor, but in the presence of Jethro, he knew he should wait to be dismissed before just wandering away.

“It’s weird, walking,” Christian said. “These big fucking quads keep getting in the way. And my back muscles! I gotta swing my arms around them.”

“Hell yeah you do,” Jethro said, his eyes alight as he licked his lips. He turned, his lecherous face turning into a sneer as he saw the three cowering shot boys. “And you three are the newly hired help, hunh?”

“Yes sir,” Bailey, Roy and Ray all said in unison. Roy and Ray clasped each other’s hands for comfort. Jethro slapped them apart.

“Dammit, you’re fucking shot boys,” he barked, shoving them away from each other. “You gotta be flirty and available. Nobody wants to know you skinny fucks rub your tiny dicks together at home. Get out there and shake those asses and sell some shots!”

Roy and Ray scurried out to the dancefloor. They gave one meek glance at each other before heading in separate directions.

“And YOU,” Jethro said, turning to Bailey. “How grateful are you that I decided to LET you work at my establishment tonight?”

“S-so grateful!” Bailey said, struggling to keep his knees from shaking.

Jethro walked up, arms crossed, staring down at Bailey. “You’re a skinny little thing. You ever eat?”

“He just ate two jello shots!” Christian said with a wink, making his biceps bounce.

“If I catch you sampling the product…”

“I-I won’t!” Bailey said.

“That’s right. Get out there and sell! Flirt with all those big horny bears, too.”

Bailey hustled out the door, adjusting his fanny pack on his hip, before heading into the packed room. Bodies were all around him. At his height, it was hard to see over the crowd; his eyeline was at most men’s shoulder-level. He felt a hand slapping his ass. He turned to see who had done it, blushing, with a jello shot in his hand. A larger man, pushing past, knocked Bailey out of the way. He nearly dropped his wares.

A big bearded man shoved an empty beer bottle into his hand. “Take care of this,” he ordered.

“I’m… I’m not…” But Bailey couldn’t muster the nerve to tell the man to take care of his own trash. He struggled to the crowd to the trash can where he took care of it.

“Gimme two shots,” said a couple of college-aged twinks (who still towered over him). “And shake that little ass of yours!”

Bailey did as he was instructed, satisfied when they tipped him an extra dollar.

“You’re cute,” said a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair as he swallowed his shot, then tossed the plastic cup to the side. It bounced off Bailey’s head.

“Th-thanks,” he tried to muster, wishing he had the courage to tell him that he, too, was attractive. One day, Bailey promised himself, some attractive man would want more from him than just a little booze.

After an hour of exchanging cheap alcohol for cash, getting pats on the head and slaps on the ass like he was a little toy, Bailey finally sold all of his shots. He headed back to the bar for more, only getting knocked over twice.

Roy and Ray were there as well. “These guys are jerks!” Roy complained to Ray in his whiny voice. “Most of them won’t even look at us!”

“I’m not making anything for tips,” Ray said, sifting through his measly pile of singles. “That guy has as much in his jockstrap as I’ve made all night!”

The three turned to see Christian gyrating his enormous body on the dais. His huge, hairy muscles were covered in sweat. He shook his huge ass back and forth with an agility that was surprising from a man his size. Every bear in the room flocked to him, shoving dollar bills in the straps of his jock for the momentary pleasure of putting a hand on his bulging body. He grabbed one man’s head and held it in place as he dropped his cloth-covered bulge right on the man’s face, rubbing it around before pulling the man’s head into his beefy quads for a lick.

Across the room, they could see Garrison and Everett doing the same. Neither had the same size crowd as Christian did, but Bailey couldn’t deny they all looked amazing. His heart fluttered at the sight of the giant men.

“Hey, which one’s the top and which one’s the bottom?” said a thick man with a swollen gut wearing nothing but a leather harness. His thick stink filled the area as he approached, slapping both Roy and Ray in their little butts.

“I-I’m the top…” Roy stammered, but the big man laughed.

“HA! With that little dicklet? Puh-lease. You two are a matched set, if I’ve ever seen one.”

“You guys have to quit touching each other!” Bailey pleaded. “Jethro’s gonna fire you!”

“Yeah, Roy,” Ray squeaked, “we did try for SO long to get jobs here. I feel like we waited forever. I really don’t want to get fired!”

Roy stomped his foot, his face turned down. “I just want to hold my boyfriend’s hand!” he groaned.

Jethro suddenly emerged from the crowd, his arms crossed, his eyes furious. “WHAT did I tell you two?” he said, shaking his head. He nodded to the bartender. “Hey, Ronnie, give me two Butterplump shots.”

Bailey’s fanny pack had been restocked. He knew he should go back out on the dancefloor, but he was nervous about what was going to happen to his two friends. One sneer from Jethro got the little guy’s legs moving, and he scurried back into the crowd, struggling to keep from being pushed to the ground while he struggled to peddle his wares.

He hadn’t meant to, but as he was shoved around, he suddenly found himself just next to Christian’s dais. He smelled the big man–somehow recognized his musky stink before he looked up to see the goliath having the time of his life–and his eyes went wide. Christian’s sweat rained down on little Bailey as the big man seemed to blot out the lights.

“Having fun?” Christian shouted over the music. Before Bailey could respond, Christian hoisted him into the air with one hand. Bailey couldn’t believe how powerful the big man was, holding him like he was nothing! (Which, compared to this incredible specimen, he was.)

Christian started curling Bailey while the skinny twink flailed. The crowd cheered as Christian hoisted Bailey across his shoulders, pressing the little twink with the ease of a light warmup. When he finally dropped him back on the floor, Bailey’s knees were weak. In his delirium, he didn’t realize his pack was unzipped. Greedy hands snatched jello shots from him and he struggled to get them back.

“Hey!” he shouted weakly. “Hey, those come out of my tips!” He was only able to save two. He looked up tearfully as Christian winked down at him.

“Don’t worry, little buddy!” he said as he buried a man’s face in his deep muscle pit. “None of those are SPECIAL jello shots like the ones I gave you!”

Bailey had no idea what he meant. He did his best to slither through the crowd until he reached the safety of the wall. He had no idea what he was going to do. He had worked hard, all night, and now a good chunk of his earnings was going to the shots he just lost. He sighed as he saw two massive obese men dancing in the corner of the room. The two redheads were so round and plump that their enormous bellies prevented either of them from getting their arms around the other. Still, they struggled to reach each other despite the frustration of their dimensions, gyrating their jiggling bodies as other men clapped and leered at them.

Bailey felt a pit in his stomach as he realized it was almost time for last call. He saw Jethro standing by the bar, clapping and cheering for the gigantic go-go dancers as those titans raked in cash. Bailey timidly approached, his head low, as he prepared to face the music.

“Mr. Jethro, uh… sir?” Bailey said, holding his cash in one hand and his fanny pack in the other. “I… uh… have something to tell you…” He was going to get fired for sure!

The lights suddenly came on. In an instant, the three massive gogo dancers suddenly deflated, shrinking from bulging behemoths to skinny twinks. They all laughed as the crowd groaned an booed, scooping up their massive piles of tips as bouncers started to clear the dancefloor. Bailey, shocked to see those ape-sized men suddenly as small as he was, felt a tingling. Before he could process the sensation, he felt himself shooting up, up UP… until he was staring DOWN at Jethro. He noticed, across the dancefloor, two muscular redheads–his friends, he vaguely recalled–looking just as shocked as he was.

He gasped as he realized he was naked now! His briefs had exploded as his body had ballooned up. All these muscles, this hair, this gigantic body… looking down on the crowd around him… it all felt so unfamiliar! It was like everyone in the bar had suddenly shrunk all at once. Bailey felt so bulky and clumsy. Every time he moved, he felt like he was shoving people and things out of the way.

“Here’s your jock, big boy,” Christian (who was now nipple-high) said, handing him a sweat-soaked thing. “I’ll grab your jeans from out back.”

“Keep whatever tips you made,” Jethro said, rubbing a hand over Bailey’s huge, rock-hard glute. “You made me a TON of money tonight.”

Many of the crowd filtering out of the bar approached Bailey with hopeful eyes, but the big man felt too timid to do or say anything. He slid on his jeans when Christian returned with them. Roy and Ray rejoined him, their own original outfits returned to them.

“Don’t worry, fellas,” Jethro said with a wink. “Your original personalities will return soon enough. You can leave through the back, too.”

As they headed out, Bailey whispered, “Was that… real?”

Ray gasped, slapping at Roy’s beefy arm, which had his lover in a choke hold. “Too… tight…”

“Sorry, babe,” Roy said, kissing Ray deeply. “Fuck, that feels good. Why does that feel so good?”

They were outside when they felt more like themselves. Roy was ready to head back to the bar to kick Jethro’s ass, but Bailey calmed him. “Let’s just… get some food or something,” he said, knowing full well that if Jethro could turn them into little twinks or make them hugely obese, he could have even worse in mind for them if they returned.